6. Act out the dialogue at Foyot’s.
TEXT 7. THE STORY OF HERMIONE
by Cyril Hare
When Richard Armstrong, explorer and
mountaineer, disappeared in a blizzard in the
Karakoram, his only daughter Hermione was just
turned twenty. He bequeathed
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her a good deal
of unusual experience gathered in remote parts
of the world, but very little else. For more
tangible aids to living she had to look to her
Uncle Paul, who was in a position to supply
them on a very lavish scale.
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Paul Armstrong had confined his
explorations to the square mile of the earth's surface lying east of
Temple Bar and found them extremely fruitful.
Hermione was a slender, fragile creature, with observant blue eyes,
a determined chin and a small mouth that remained closed unless speech
was absolutely necessary. She gave her uncle and aunt no sort of trouble,
submitted quietly to the horse-play
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which passed for humour with her
tall, athletic cousins Johnny and Susan, and kept her own counsel.
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In
that cheerful, noisy household she -passed almost unobserved.
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In the following winter Susan Armstrong was killed by a fall in the
hunting field. Six months later, Johnny, playing a ridiculous game of
leap-frog with Hermione on the springboard of his parents swimming-
bath, slipped, crashed into the side of the bath and broke his neck. Paul
and his wife had worshipped their children with uncritical adoration.
The double blow deprived them of all motive for living, and when
shortly afterwards they fell victims to an influenza epidemic they made
not the slightest resistance.
Even with death duties
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at the present level, Hermione was a
considerable heiress. With the calm deliberation that had always
characterized her she set out to look for a husband suitable to her station
in life. After carefully considering the many applicants for the post, she
finally selected Freddy Fitzhugh. It was an altogether admirable choice.
Freddy was well-to-do, well connected, good-looking and no fool. Their
courtship was unexciting but satisfactory, the engagement was
announced and on a fine spring morning they went together to Bond
Street to choose a ring.
Freddy took her to Garland's, those aristocrats among jewellers,
and the great Mr. Garland himself received them in his private room
behind the shop. Hermione examined the gems which he showed her
with dispassionate care and discussed them with an expertise that
astonished Freddy as much as it delighted Mr. Garland. She ended by
choosing a diamond as superior to the rest as Freddy had been to his
rival suitors, and they took their leave.
Meanwhile, the shop outside had not been idle. Shortly after the
door of Mr. Garland's room closed on Freddy and his beloved, two
thick-set men entered and asked the assistant at the counter to show
them some diamond bracelets. They proved to be almost as difficult to
please as Hermione, without displaying her knowledge of precious
stones, and before long there were some thousands of pounds worth of
brilliants on the counter for their inspection.
To the bored assistant it began to seem as though they would never
come to a decision. Then, just as Mr. Garland was bowing Freddy and
Hermione out of the shop,
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everything began to happen at once. A large
saloon car slowed down in the street outside, and paused with its engine
running. At the same moment one of the men with lightning speed
scooped up half a dozen bracelets and made for the door, while his
companion sent the doorkeeper flying with a vicious blow to the
stomach.
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Freddy, who had stopped to exchange a few words with Mr.
Garland, looked round and saw to his horror that Hermione was standing
alone in front of the doorway, directly in the path of the man. She made
no attempt to avoid him as he bore down upon
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her. It flashed across
Freddy's mind that she was too paralysed by fear to move. Hopelessly,
he started to run forward as the man crashed an enormous fist into
Hermione's face.
The blow never reached its mark. With a faintly superior smile,
Hermione shifted her position slightly at the last moment. An instant
later the raider was flying through the air to land with a splintering of
glass head first against the show case. The whole affair had only
occupied a few seconds of time.
"You never told me you could do Ju-Jutsu, Hermione," said
Freddy, when they eventually left the shop.
"Judo," Hermione corrected him. "My father had me taught by an
expert. It comes in handy
8,
sometimes, of course, I'm rather out of
practice."
"I see," said Freddy. "You know, Hermione, there are quite a few
things
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about you I didn't know."
They parted. Hermione had an appointment with her hairdresser.
Freddy went for a quiet stroll in the park. Then he took a taxi to Fleet
Street, where he spent most of the afternoon browsing in the files of
various newspapers.
They met again at dinner that evening. Freddy came straight to the
point.
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"I've been looking at the reports of the inquest on your cousin
Johnny," he said.
"Yes?" said Hermione with polite interest.
"It was very odd the way he shot off the spring-board on to the
edge of the bath. How exactly did it happen?"
"I explained it all to the coroner. I just happened to move at the
critical moment and he cannoned off
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me."
"Hard luck on Johnny."
"Very."
"Hard luck on that chap this morning that you just happened to
move at the critical moment. I don't think you told the coroner that you
could do this Judo stuff?"
"Of course not."
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"Hard luck on Susan, too, taking that fall out hunting." "That," said
Hermione flatly, "was pure accident. I told her she couldn't hold the
horse." Freddy sighed.
"I'll have to give you the benefit of the doubt
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over that one," he
said. "But I'm afraid the engagement's off."
Hermione looked at the diamond on her finger and screwed her
hand into a tight little fist.
"I can't stop you breaking it off, Freddy," she said. "But you'll find
it very expensive."
He did. Very expensive indeed. But he thought it well worth the
money. As has been said, Freddy was no fool.
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