Hostel "Wisteria"

  "I can't go to the theater this Saturday - Dr. Roger Eccles - Scott suddenly cracks open - I have to visit a lady who lives in Surrey!"

  "I've never heard of your grandma before, right?" - Roger's friend looked surprised.

  "Relatives are far away!" Roger explained. "This is a very rich Mrs. Wilhemina, and I am the closest relative to her inheritance!"

  "This guy sure is a godsend!" - The doctor's friend suddenly slapped his thigh - So you don't have to worry about housework, right? ".

  "Yeah! In exchange for the house, I only had to visit Mrs Wilhemina every month, have tea with her for an afternoon, then board the ship back. Each crime is that this lady is very difficult, but she has children. Fido dogs are really fierce. And then ... ".

  "So what?" - The friend is really impatient.

  "The most annoying thing is between Wilhemina and a lady named Ruth Baynes. She is the daughter of a bishop, so she is given priority to build a house on a plot of land next to the church. She lived for many years." there, completely satisfied with my small garden. Every summer the area is purple with wisteria, looks like a painting! ".

  "Is that a story?" - The friend seems disappointed.

  "Slowly let me tell. It's the wisteria thing that's the problem. Miss Wilhemina's house is also an inn called Popham. The inn has a garden, so the servant also tried planting dead trees. but it couldn't make them bloom like Ruth did, and then the servant suddenly invited the Archbishop to dinner, and the next morning, Ruth received a letter saying that the church would reclaim the land. her home. Without a house and a garden she knows where to live ?! ".

  Pausing for a moment to take a sip of beer, Dr. Roger continued: "The new servant took this opportunity and accepted Ruth as a servant. Thanks to Ruth's gardening skills, the summer after that, a few trees the wisteria in the garden kept on blooming. The servant also changed the inn's name to "Wisteria". If it was Ruth, I'd have given Wilhemina a fight! " Dr. Roger deliberately emphasized the last syllables.

  ”The next morning, Dr. Roger boarded the ship to visit his aunt. From afar, he saw Ruth Baynes looking down on the inn's garden. In the chill of autumn, Ruth, dressed in a thin coat, raised her legs and raised her hand, instructing old gardener Williams to trim the dead wisteria stems. Meanwhile, the second servant, an elderly woman named Gregson, came whispering in Ruth's ear: "Mistress has a message for you!"

  "Ah, yes, what is it?"

  "The lady said that Dr. Eccles-Scott was coming here, and he certainly would not like to see her soaked in the dirt in the garden like this!"

  "He died! It is true that I was too busy to forget that. I am going to change clothes right here!" After saying that, Mrs. Ruth hurried inside. Seeing her figure throw away, Roger instinctively thought of a sparrow broken wing dancing on his tiny legs.

  Grabbing the door with one hand, Ruth turned her head to the old gardener and said, "Mr. Williams, remember that all the seeds in the Laburnum tree must be removed. If you do not do this, the tree will die this winter. , and Laburnum seeds are very poisonous. Fido didn't know and chewed on a single nut, only water would die. " Quietly walking towards the inn, Roger imagined what was about to exist. Always, after Gregson had picked up his coat and hat, Roger would walk from the foyer into the tea room. He would kiss Wilhemina's cheeks, then sit down opposite her. Wilhemina would always pretend to deceive Mrs. Ruth a few words when the woman offered a tray full of different cakes.

  But this time, Wilhemina got really angry, because Ruth dropped the cookies on the floor as she picked up the tray. To avoid a scolding from Mrs. Ruth, Roger hurriedly got up to pick up the cookies.

  "Miss Wilhemina, it's okay, your floor is still clean!" - Roger laughed as he held out the cookies to his aunt.

  "You can't eat this. I know your stomach. If you don't eat a soft breakfast before putting something as hard as gravel in your mouth, there's something wrong!"

  "I know the chef always puts the best biscuits on top to make for her!" Roger dusted the cookies and then respectfully placed them on her grandmother's plate. Then he wiped his fingers with a paper towel. To his struggles, Mrs. Wilhemina relieved. She immediately ordered:

  "Hey, Miss Ruth, pour us some tea!"

  "Yes, ma'am!" - Mrs. Ruth hurriedly picked up the bottle.

  "Oh or this girl, who poured milk into a cup before pouring tea!" - Mrs. Wilhemina snapped.

  "Ouch, um ... I ... My brain is so confused, ma'am!"

  "Pour the milk in my cup into a bowl for Fido to drink, then pour me another cup of tea!".

  From then on, there was no problem with the tea. While the dog Fido stuck out her tongue and licked her milk and her owner engrossed in cookies, Roger told them about what had happened at the hospital in the past week. As was customary, after finishing the cup of tea, Mrs. Wilhemina would hold hands on Roger and make him take her to the rest room.

  Then the innkeeper died.

  Roger was sitting under the living room reading a newspaper when he heard the bell ringing on the second floor. He was about to get up to get up to the second floor to see what was wrong, but then Roger remembered that Ruth was already on the second floor. Let her serve your respected aunt.

  A minute or two later, Ruth rushed down to the living room with a pale face.

  "What is going on?" - Roger has a bad feeling.

  "The mistress is wrong! Doctor, please check it out!"

  "OK!".

  The young doctor rushed up the stairs. But he was still too slow.

  Ms. Wilhemina lost her breath. Roger could only place his aunt's corpse on the bed, then along with Gregson tidied up the room.

  When she saw Ruth whimpering down the stairs, Roger whispered in her ear, "I'll call the police. My aunt died because they were killed!" Ruth suddenly stopped speech and trembled, asking, "What do the doctors say, I don't get it ?!". "I'll make you understand with a few questions. But can we go somewhere private to talk?"

  Ruth brought Roger into her room. The room was only slightly larger than Ruth's bed. Roger sat down on the bed and said, "If I were questioned by the police, I would tell them all about what happened between my grandmother and her aunt!"

  "And what are you going to say to them, Doctor?" - At the end, Ruth gave Roger an angry look - well, I am ready to tell the police what I saw! "

  "What did you see ?!".

  "Both my mistress and I thought of the possibility that you would harm Mrs. Wilhemina to inherit her fortune. Indeed, it happened. I saw you secretly smearing that cookie." he picked it up from the floor and gave it to Wilhemina. He even tried to tell the owner how to eat the cookies! ".

  A cold sweat broke down Roger's forehead, the doctor stammered: "You're crazy!

  Do you think the police will believe your delusional words ?! ".

  "They will surely believe me! But it's not them or me that you are the one who will have to make a choice, Doctor!"

  "But do I have a choice?"

  "One, he will be hanged by the court. Second, he will take the poison from his pocket and commit suicide!".

  "My God, I don't understand which one of us is more cruel than the other ?!".

  "Doctor, there's a lot of cruelty in this world," Ruth explained coldly. "There's a cruelty of greed just like you. There is another cruelty like Mrs. Wilhemina because doing so makes they feel satisfied, and there's my own cruelty, the cruelty of gardeners when pruning and picking flowers.

  You have to cut the wisteria stems away so that the tree and the gardener have a way to live! ".

  A cold smile on Ruth's dry lips: "But Doctor Roger, you haven't heard of the third choice!"

  "Is there a third choice ?!".

  "As a doctor, please leave me this inn," and then take all the property of the late mistress's gold coins. Go away before it gets too late. " ! ". Roger's whole body stiffened. It took a hard time for him to nod his head down and extend his hand to Ruth. Despite being old, Ruth's grip was tight, making him chills his entire body by feeling like his hands were entwined with sharp thorns.

 

 

  H. R. F. Keating, Hostel "Wisteria"

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