Free Passenger to Frankfurt by Agatha Christie Page B

people. And the kind of people who will go anywhere, do anything, unfortunately believe anything, and so long as they are promised a certain amount of pulling down, wrecking, throwing spanners in the works, then they think the cause must be a good one and that the world will be a different place. They're not creative, that's the trouble - only destructive. The creative young write poems, write books, probably compose music, paint pictures just as they always have done. They'll be all right - But once people learn to love destruction for its own sake, evil leadership gets its chance.'
    'You say “they” or “them”. Who do you mean?'
    'Wish I knew,' said Lady Matilda. 'Yes, I wish I knew. Very much indeed. If I hear anything useful, I'll tell you. Then you can do something about it.'
    'Unfortunately, I haven't got anyone to tell, I mean to pass it on to.'
    'Yes, don't pass it on to - just anyone. You can't trust people. Don't pass it on to any one of those idiots in the Government, or connected with government or hoping to be participating in government after this lot runs out. Politicians don't have time to look at the world they're living in. They see the country they're living in and they see it as one vast electoral platform. That's quite enough to put on their plates for the time being. They do things which they honestly believe will make things better and then they're surprised when they don't make things better because they're not the things that people want to have. And one can't help coming to the conclusion that politicians have a feeling that they have a kind of divine right to tell lies in a good cause. It's not really so very long ago since Mr Baldwin made his famous remark - “If I had spoken the truth, I should have lost the election.” Prime Ministers still feel like that. Now and again we have a great man, thank God. But it's rare.'
    'Well, what do you suggest ought to be done?'
    'Are you asking my advice? Mine? Do you know how old I am?'
    'Getting on for ninety,' suggested her nephew.
    'Not quite as old as that,' said Lady Matilda, slightly affronted. 'Do I look it, my dear boy?'
    'No, darling. You look a nice, comfortable sixty-six.'
    'That's better,' said Lady Matilda. 'Quite untrue. But better. If I get a tip of any kind from one of my dear old admirals or an old general or even possibly an air marshal - they do hear things, you know - they've got cronies still and the old boys get together and talk. And so it gets around. There's always been the grapevine and there still is a grapevine, no matter how elderly the people are. The young Siegfried. We want a clue to just what that means - I don't know if he's a person or a password or the name of a Club or a new Messiah or a Pop singer. But that term covers something. There's the musical motif too. I've rather forgotten my Wagnerian days.' Her aged voice croaked out a partially recognizable melody. 'Siegfried's horn call, isn't that it? Get a recorder, why don't you? Do I mean a recorder. I don't mean a record that you put on a gramophone - I mean the things that schoolchildren play. They have classes for them. Went to a talk the other day. Our vicar got it up. Quite interesting. You know, tracing the history of the recorder and the kind of recorders there were from the Elizabethan age onwards. Some big, some small, all different notes and sounds. Very interesting. Interesting hearing in two senses. The recorders themselves. Some of them give out lovely noises. And the history. Yes. Well, what was I saying?'
    'You told me to get one of these instruments, I gather.'
    'Yes. Get a recorder and learn to blow Siegfried's horn call on that. You're musical, you always were. You can manage that, I hope?'
    'Well, it seems a very small part to play in the salvation of the world, but I dare say I could manage that.'
    'And have the thing ready. Because, you see -' she tapped on the table with her spectacle case - 'you might want it to impress the wrong people some