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(1)
The news of the macabre practical joke had by this time spread to every household in the neighbourhood, causing great hilarity among the anti-development league and tears of relief to be shed in private by Janet Gillford.
āWhere on earth did you hear all this?ā Geoffrey asked when she told him about it at lunch. āThere was no mention of it in any of the papers this morning. Not that Iāve had time to do more than skim them,ā he added, recollecting himself.
āNo, it was Avril who told me, when I rang her up to thank her for Sunday. She seemed to think it was a great joke. She also told me that Robert was back. Heād just stepped inside the house, but she didnāt have the fun of breaking the news to him because heād heard it already.ā
āReally? I was given to understand that heād been in the States for the past four or five days.ā
āSo he had, but he travelled back on the same plane as Mr Waddington and some lady friend of his. Wasnāt that an extraordinary coincidence? Apparently, the police had been in touch with him by telephone and he decided to come back immediately and help them sort things out, although they assured him it wouldnāt be necessary.ā
āAnd that, I would say, would be exactly the kind of situation to appeal to your friend, Avril.ā
āWhy would you say so?ā
āI could be wrong, but I like to think I can recognise her type of woman from a mile off.ā
āWhat type of woman are you talking about, Geoffrey?ā
āOne who likes to assert herself and interfere in matters which are no concern of hers. Rather too bossy and aggressive for my taste, Iām afraid, if you donāt mind my saying so.ā
Janet did not in the least mind his saying so and would have encouraged him to indulge in further censures and criticisms of her dear friend, if it made him happy. However, there was one small hurdle which needed to be cleared before the subject of Mr Waddington was allowed to drop and she had decided to face it head on.
āItās such a strange coincidence, you know, Geoffrey, but I found myself very near Uppfield yesterday. Now I think of it, I realise that it could have been swarming with policemen by that time, so perhaps itās just as well I didnāt get any nearer.ā
āWhat? What are you on about, Janet? What time was this?ā
āOh, elevenish, I suppose. Canāt have been any later because I was back here by twelve.ā
āBut what on earth induced you to go there at all?ā
āWell, I had nothing special to do, you see. No shopping, of course, so I thought I might as well potter off and have a look at that house at Maresfield theyād sent us particulars of.ā
āWhy didnāt you get Anthony to go with you?ā
āBecause Anthony hates looking at houses and, anyway, he wasnāt even dressed by the time I was ready to leave.ā
Janet, by this time, was growing rather resentful of being forced into telling so many untruths, but she ploughed gamely on: āAnyway, the Maresfield house was a complete dud, nothing like the photograph. It was much too small for us and with a perfectly hideous villa practically cheek by jowl. So there I was, sitting in the car and feeling rather flat and when I looked at the road map I saw that Uppfield was only four or five miles away, so, having come all that way, I thought I might as well have something to show for it and the next thing was that I had the most extraordinary stroke of luck.ā
āIndeed? What was that?ā
āI came to a village called Redlye, which weād been through on our way to Avrilās, when I saw that Jones girl getting into her car. You remember her? Miranda, sheās called. So I went over and asked for directions to Uppfield. She said it was only a mile or two, but rather complicated if you hadnāt been there before and she very kindly offered to drive me up there herself. Wasnāt it sweet of her?ā
āOh, very. What was she doing in Redlye?ā
āHow should I know? Presumably itās their local village, but it was none of my business and it didnāt occur to me to ask. The offer was going and, having got that far, I decided to take it.ā
āBut you say you didnāt go right up to the house?ā
āNo, it wasnāt necessary. The drive straightens out about half way there and you can see it spread out before you, in all its horror.ā
āHow do you mean, horror?ā
āSimply that itās the most hideous and gloomy old mausoleum you could ever imagine. Mr Jones must have had a very odd impression of us if he seriously imagined we could contemplate living in such a place. Apart from all the other disadvantages, itās much too isolated. Two miles, at least, from the nearest shop or post office and I donāt suppose very much gets delivered up there. It wouldnāt matter for young people, I daresay, but at our time of life we have to plan ahead for our old age.ā
Geoffreyās expression indicated that he had no desire whatever to do any such thing and, to cover her faux pas, she said, āAnyway, you were right, as usual. It was an insane idea.ā
āI canāt think why you expected anything else, or bothered to go there, in the first place.ā
āOh, just curiosity, I suppose. And then finding myself so near and with everything made so easy for me, I couldnāt resist it. Besides . . .ā
āBesides what?ā
āWell, you know, Geoffrey, I still canāt help wondering about this Mr Waddington. Itās not such a very common name, after all. I realise he canāt be the brother of the one you knew in Singapore, because weāre told he was the only son, but he could be a cousin or something and . . . well, despite what you said, I mean Iām sure youāll tell me Iām wrong, but I do seem to remember he had a scar on his forehead just like the one they described.ā
āIf thatās what you believe, my dear, then it must be true. Who am I to argue? And, besides, what difference does it make? Even if whoever told me about his being killed in a car crash had confused him with someone else, how would it concern us? I havenāt set eyes on the man for nearly ten years and, for all I care, he could just as well be dead. As for the here and now, thereās only one thing that matters and let us be thankful for it.ā
āOh? Whatās that?ā
āThat, in view of whatās happened there, not a living soul knows that you went to look at Uppfield Court on Monday morning.ā
āExcept Miranda Jones, of course.ā
āAh, yes, thatās a nuisance. Iād forgotten about her. Still, at least it means, if there should be any talk about it, sheāll be able to confirm that you didnāt go near the house.ā
(2)
Miranda and Billy were also having lunch which, so far and much to his relief, had passed without bickering or acrimony, Miranda having scarcely uttered a word since they sat down.
He attributed this to the fact that she had spent most of the morning upstairs in the old nursery, which he had re-designed and fitted out as a practice studio, complete with barre and elaborate musical equipment. This had been one of the few jobs around the house which he had undertaken with enthusiasm and had afterwards seen as time and money well spent and a great asset in his campaign to ward off her attempts to tidy up the studio whenever she felt bored or restless. However, he occasionally remembered that he had other parental duties as well and he said, āYou seem to be off your food and you are looking a trifle pale and wan. Perhaps you have been rather over-doing the exercises this morning?ā
āOn the contrary, I have spent most of it sitting on the floor, listening to Chopin.ā
āOh, dear. You are not ill, I hope?ā
āNo, worse than that. I feel I am heading towards a Montague/Capulet situation and I need your cooperation to straighten it out.ā
āYou wish me to sketch out a few designs for a balcony?ā
āReally, Pa, I do wish you wouldnāt joke about absolutely everything.ā
āNo joke, I assure you. It was probably one of the most selfless offers you have ever received from me. As you are all too well aware, I have a great deal of pressing work on hand at present.ā
āYes, I am and that is the crux of the matter. I should like it better if you could forget this pressing work of yours and switch your mind and talents to something less offensive to the neighbours.ā
āI know you would. We have been through this argument twice already and I have endeavoured to explain to you that my retiring from the fray would have no effect at all on the eventual outcome. I have no power to prevent the organisers going ahead with this scheme, so long as thereās a chance of their making a few billions out of it, and if I were to drop out they would simply find someone to replace me. By working with, instead of against them, I may at least be able to exert some influence over the way they go about it and, with a bit of luck, perhaps ensure that whatever they do is done with a modicum of taste and style. I havenāt bothered to explain all this to anyone else.ā
āBecause youāre too proud and hoity-toity?ā
āNo, because if they havenāt seen it for themselves, my pointing it out will do nothing to convince them. And what do I care? You, of course, are different.ā
āIn what way am I different?ā
āFirst of all, youāre my daughter and since, in the nature of things, we are likely to be stuck with each other for a good many years, it would be preferable for us to remain on good terms. Secondly, you only come down here at irregular intervals and therefore cannot be expected to be au courant with new developments and, thirdly, unlike the vast majority of my critics, you have no incentive to safeguard your own interests against all comers.ā
āWhat does all that mean?ā
āSimply that practically all the most vociferous objectors to this scheme, however much they may rant and rave and write letters to The Times about the conservation of the landscape and the iniquity of despoiling our national heritage for a mess of potage, are really only concerned with the decline in value it will bring to their own properties.ā
āIām not sure I agree with you there,ā Miranda said, refilling her glass with mineral water and slicing an apple into neat symmetrical quarters. āTake Martha, for instance. I canāt see her being bothered by such a thing.ā
āI did say practically all.ā
āOkay, so hereās something else youāve left out of your calculations. Youāre wrong in thinking that I have no incentive to safeguard my own interests, because thatās just what I bloody well have to do.ā
āBecause there will be less for you to inherit when I die? Is that what you mean?ā
āYou know damn well it isnāt. This is a different brand of self-interest. You may have heard me mention earlier that I am the innocent victim of a bitter family feud?ā
āOh, so weāre back with the Montagus and Capulets again, are we? Thatās good. Iād been meaning to ask you where they belong in our lives.ā
āNowhere yet, but I am seriously considering the idea of marrying young Mr Montagu and Montagu senior is one of those who strongly disapprove of your current client. It would suit me better if you would have nothing further to do with him.ā
āI daresay it would, but I shall need a little more persuading before I commit myself to that extent. When did the idea of marrying this young man flit into your head?ā
āAt about two oāclock yesterday afternoon when he proposed to me.ā
āI see. And how long have you known him?ā
āOh, for at least two months.ā
āReally, Miranda, it is asking rather a lot to expect me to sacrifice my career, not to mention let myself in for damages, for the sake of such a short acquaintance. Have I met these people?ā
āI shouldnāt think so, but they seem to know all about you and when young Mr Montagu heard what my surname was he said that if he and I were to have an ongoing relationship it might be advisable to change it by deed poll.ā
āBut you decided that it would be simpler to do so by marrying him.ā
āNo, that came later.ā
āBut you did manage to find out what his surname was?ā
āYes, naturally. I could hardly commit myself to such a serious step without doing so. It is Rupert Crossman. Thatās not too bad, do you think? Miranda Crossman sounds quite distinguished.ā
āAh, Rupert Crossman, son of James, who owns the house the Gillfords are now living in, so I hope for their sake that you are not planning an early wedding. On the other hand, it sounds to me as though the thing is likely to fizzle out long before you get to that stage.ā
āWhy does it sound to you like that?ā
āBecause he seems to make a practice of this sort of thing. According to Mrs Gillford, he has only just broken off his engagement to some other female.ā
āYes, I know. He told me all about that and he realises now that what he felt for her wasnāt love at all. She was just the Rosaline of the play, which makes it all the more poignant. Romeo had dallied with her a bit, but as soon as he clapped eyes on Juliet she meant nothing to him at all.ā
āWell, thatās all right then, and now that I know who his father is, I see no reason for him to make all this fuss about the development scheme. Itās several miles from where he lives and wonāt impinge on him at all.ā
āItās not as simple as you think. He loathes and despises Mr Waddington for all sorts of other reasons, quite apart from what heās up to now, and the dislike covers everyone whoās in league with him or working on his side.ā
āWhat other reasons?ā
āWell, to give you an example, heās supposed to have done a more or less criminal thing to Rupertās father, who at the time Mr Waddi...