Evil Under the Sun (Hercule Poirot 24)

She interrupted. Her voice held feeling now. It trembled.

“Over me? It’s what has come over you!”

“Nothing’s come over me.”

“Oh! Patrick! it has! You insisted so on coming here. You were quite vehement. I wanted to go to Tintagel again where—where we had our honeymoon. You were bent on coming here.”

“Well, why not? It’s a fascinating spot.”

“Perhaps. But you wanted to come here because she was going to be here.”

“She? Who is she?”

“Mrs. Marshall. You—you’re infatuated with her.”

“For God’s sake, Christine, don’t make a fool of yourself. It’s not like you to be jealous.”

His bluster was a little uncertain. He exaggerated it.

She said:

“We’ve been so happy.”

“Happy? Of course we’ve been happy! We are happy. But we shan’t go on being happy if I can’t even speak to another woman without you kicking up a row.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Yes, it is. In marriage one has got to have—well—friendships with other people. This suspicious attitude is all wrong. I—I can’t speak to a pretty woman without your jumping to the conclusion that I’m in love with her—”

He stopped. He shrugged his shoulders.

Christine Redfern said:

“You are in love with her….”

“Oh, don’t be a fool, Christine! I’ve—I’ve barely spoken to her.”

“That’s not true.”

“Don’t for goodness” sake get into the habit of being jealous of every pretty woman we come across.”

Christine Redfern said:

“She’s not just any pretty woman! She’s—she’s different! She’s a bad lot! Yes, she is. She’ll do you harm, Patrick, please, give it up. Let’s go away from here.”

Patrick Redfern stuck out his chin mutinously. He looked, somehow, very young as he said defiantly:

“Don’t be ridiculous, Christine. And—and don’t let’s quarrel about it.”

“I don’t want to quarrel.”

“Then behave like a reasonable human being. Come on, let’s go back to the hotel.”

He got up. There was a pause, then Christine Redfern got up too.

She said:

“Very well….”