Richard Jury Mysteries 10: The Old Silent (51 page)

"Work? For God's sakes, that's all you've been doing! Come with us."

"Yeah, come on." One hand pulled on Jury's arm; the other was in
Melrose's.

"What is it you say in the U.S.? 'Later days'?"

Ellen smiled. "Later days, then."

He shoved both of them gently: "Go."

Jury watched them walk away, heads close together.

He turned to look back at the empty track and then in the other
direction over the heads of Victoria's crowded railway station. Over
there was the old, dependable Underground sign. Jury held on to the
tapes Melrose had given him and brought out another tape from his
pocket, looked at it, shoved it back.

He might as well go home and put on a little Trane.

/
wish I could promise to lie in the night And think of an
orchard's arboreal plight When slowly (and nobody comes with a light)
Its heart sinks lower under the sod. But something has to be left to God
.

—Robert Frost

"Good-bye and Keep Cold"

You need a Busload of Faith to get by.

—Lou Reed

New York