sure weâll find out in time.â
âAnd indeed when he got there. Does Lockleigh House have security cameras, because if it does, then thereâd be a record ofââ
âIt doesnât have security cameras.â
âIsnât that rather unusual? For a big place like that?â
âIt doesnât have security cameras because, being an old peopleâs home, thereâs someone on duty all the time. Also a lot of the residents suffer from insomnia. Only an extremely stupid burglar is going to break into a place like that.â
âBut if thereâs someone on duty all the time, then they might have seen when Reggieâs car arrived andââ
Again the hands were raised. âJude, Jude. I really donât want to talk about this either. Iâve just lost a very close friend. I need a bit of time to get used to that idea.â
For a moment, to her surprise, Jude wished Carole was with her. Her neighbour would have had no inhibitions about picking through the details of an unexplained death.
But then she looked across at Piers and was overcome by a wave of sympathy. She could see from his face that he really was suffering. Though he erected defences of humour, referring to the âpoor old buggerâ, asking which chase Reggie had died on, the death had affected him profoundly. Jude reached across and placed her plump hand on his thin one. âSorry,â she murmured.
âDonât worry about it,â he said. âHow was the Old Boysâ doubles?â
âFascinating. I really did get more of a feeling of the game from watching them. They donât move about much, but they hit the ball beautifully.â
âThey were all pretty good players in their time.â
âAnd how old are they?â
âOh, Iâm not sure that itâs polite to ask that. Still, you reckon youâve now got an idea of the rules now?â
âI get some of it. The bit that still doesnât make any sense is why they change ends.â
âBut I told you about that. Itâs to do with the chases. When two chases are laid, or only one if the score has reachedââ
It was Judeâs turn to raise her hands. âPlease, Piers, please. Weâve established there are subjects you donât want to talk about at the moment. Well, Iâve got one too â and itâs the rules of real tennis.â
He grinned. âVery well.â He looked up towards the pub door to see the entrance of four elderly gentlemen. âAh, here come the Old Boys themselves. Maybe youâll take being taught the rules better from them . . .?â
âI doubt it,â said Jude.
She knew the other three elderly gentlemen who entered because Wally Edgington-Bewley had introduced them with punctilious politeness in the dedans before they had started playing. Their names were Rod Farrar, Jonty Westmacott and Tom Ruthven. They all wore a kind of uniform of variegated cardigans and brightly-coloured corduroys.
âMy turn to buy the drinks,â said Tom Ruthven.
âIâll haveââ Jonty Westmacott began.
âI know what youâll have . . . unless youâve changed the habits of eleven years. I know what youâll all have.â
âDo you mind if we join you?â asked Wally Edgington-Bewley, edging towards the table near the fire.
Piers flicked a quick look at Jude, but she nodded assent. She was rather fascinated by the geriatric foursome and was pleased to see them draw comfortable chairs up to the table.
âOh, incidentally, you left this,â said Wally Edgington-Bewley, holding out a fat envelope towards her.
âSorry?â
âCopy of my book. I said Iâd leave it for you in the club room.â
âOh, Iâm so sorry. I forgot, what with . . .â Seeing a negative head-shake from Piers, she didnât mention Reggie Playfair, just concluded: âOne thing and
The Pleasure Mechanics, Chris Maxwell Rose