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A HOUSE WITH A VIEW, AT JAMAICA'S PORT MARIA
For the second time in as many
minutes a moan could be heard
through the thick wooden door.
With strong black hands his
houseman Migel pummelled on it,
shouting all the time: "Master,
master. What's the matter,
master?" When his only response
was another moan he ran outside,
put a ladder against the wall and
climbed some twenty feet or more
to the bathroom window. At the
top, he tells me, he almost lost his life when the shutter came away in his
hands. But he hung on somehow, forced an entry and found his 'master'
slumped between the toilet and bath.
With the help of his wife, Migel moved him to the heavy four poster bed in
an adjoining room. By the time a doctor could be summonsed Sir Noel Coward
was dead. This scene took place originally on March 26 l973 at Coward's Port
Maria home on Jamaica's north coast. During my visit some years later Migel,
butler here for eight years and custodian of the property after Sir Noel's death,
dramatically demonstrated what happened on that fateful morning.