Heirs of Ravenscar. Barbara Taylor Bradford

that breed. Damnation!’

      ‘You can still get one, Ned. At Harrods. They sell dogs.’

      ‘I’d have to take it with me to Yorkshire. That’s a bit of a nuisance.’

      ‘I’m sure they’ll send it up for you. In a van.’

      ‘What a good idea. What on earth would I do without you? I’ll go over there tomorrow morning, and pick one out, arrange for it to be taken up to Ravenscar. Well done, Janey, well done. You’ve saved my bacon again.’ Pushing himself up, he leaned over her, kissed the tip of her nose. ‘This necklace is a bit dangerous,’ he murmured, touching it with one finger, and starting to laugh. ‘I’m surprised I don’t have a raw chest.’

      ‘I did volunteer to take it off.’

      ‘I know, but I didn’t want you to … You know … I like to make love to women wearing only jewels and nothing else.’

      ‘Women!’ she exclaimed. ‘Now what other women wearing only jewels do you make love to, Edward Deravenel? Tell me that.’

      ‘Only you my sweet, only you,’ he answered swiftly, telling her the absolute truth.

      Jane was wise enough to make no further comment, even though she did believe him. She was well aware he was faithful to her. The whole world knew that, including his wife. She wondered if this troubled Elizabeth. Didn’t one other woman in a married man’s life pose a threat? Whereas many women in a married man’s life could be so easily dismissed. She let these thoughts slide away from her, and instead asked, ‘By the way, why did you send George off to Scotland? You never did say.’

      ‘I wanted to get him out of my hair. He’d invited himself for Christmas at Ravenscar, and to please my mother I’d acquiesced. And then when I cancelled our Christmas festivities, told the guests they could not come, he became very obstreperous. Because Young Edward was ill I’d decided to cancel my trip to Scotland. It then occurred to me that I could get rid of George by sending him up to Edinburgh to negotiate the deal with Ian MacDonald. The deal for his liquor business. Killing two birds with one stone, really.’

      ‘Isn’t that a bit dangerous?’ she asked, pushing herself up on the pillows. ‘Allowing him to be the voice of Deravenels?’

      Edward looked at her intently. ‘He can be a bit volatile, I know that, even in business discussions. But I promised him a large bonus if he pulls it off to my satisfaction. He’ll be careful how he handles himself because of the prospect of money.’

      ‘I hope he doesn’t make a mess of it,’ she murmured, thinking out loud.

      ‘Funny thing is, Jane, Richard said the same thing to me earlier today,’ Ned said. ‘If it doesn’t work, I won’t care too much, you know. George is strange at times, but more of a nuisance I’d say than anything else.’

      ‘No, he’s not a nuisance, Ned. He’s a threat.’

      ‘Why do you say that?’ he asked, frowning to himself. Will Hasling had made the same comment several times in the last few weeks.

      Jane answered in a thoughtful voice, ‘I think he’s in competition with you. I’ve always believed that George sort of … well, fancies himself, thinks he can be you, thinks he’s as good as you, as clever as you, and he’s not. Everyone knows how brilliant you are.’

      ‘It was Neville who put those ideas in his head, a long time ago. Obviously they’ve taken hold. Now that the War is over perhaps I can ship George off somewhere. To America, perhaps.’

      Jane laughed. ‘On a permanent basis, of course. Don’t you think that would be a good idea?’

      ‘Yes. And I’ve got an even better idea,’ he murmured, leaning towards her, kissing her fully on the mouth, and moving even closer. ‘I want to make love to you again, before we go down to dinner.’

      ‘What about the necklace –’

      ‘To hell with the bloody necklace,’ he interrupted, smiling at her. ‘I don’t care if I do get a few scratches as long as I can have you in my arms. You, Jane, my one true love.’

      ‘Oh Ned –’

      He cut off the rest of the sentence by placing his mouth firmly on hers.

SEVEN

      Amos Finnister sat in his office at Deravenels on the Strand, giving Will Hasling his entire attention. There was an expression of concern on his face as he listened to the other man.

      ‘And so,’ Will continued, ‘I would appreciate it if you could do a bit of digging, Amos. In your usual discreet fashion.’

      Nodding, Amos asked, ‘Do you think Mr George has fallen in with a bad lot? Is that it, Mr Hasling?’

      ‘Yes. And a dangerous lot, at that. The drinking, the whoring are bad enough, well that’s George’s nature, I’m afraid: he’s always been a bit of a libertine. It’s the drugs that worry me, and the gambling. He’s losing a lot of money on a regular basis, a great deal, in fact. Very troublesome.’

      ‘If I might ask, how did you find this out?’ Amos gazed at Will steadily.

      ‘Someone came to me, warned me.’ Will nodded, and murmured, ‘Thank God.’

      ‘I’m assuming it’s someone you can trust, Mr H?’

      ‘It is, actually, Amos, and there’s no good reason why you shouldn’t know. It came from one of my brothers – Howard. When he was at Eton he became extremely close to a boy called Kim Rowe-Leggett, and, in the way of old Etonians, they’ve stayed close friends over the years. Rowe-Leggett is a stockbroker in the City these days, quite well-known, and very successful. Anyway, he likes the occasional flutter on the ponies, and he sometimes gambles, on a small scale, at one of the newer London gambling clubs. He’s a member of Starks, Julian Stark’s place, another old Etonian. To get to the point, my brother told me that according to Kim Rowe-Leggett the gossip about George is rampant. Naturally I’m perturbed. Not only about his gambling losses, but the drugs.’

      ‘I don’t blame you.’ Amos shook his head. ‘Mr George is a great worry to Mr Deravenel, as you well know. And more than once in the last few weeks he’s asked me to keep an eye on him. You know what I mean … he wants me to keep track of what his brother does in his spare time, but in a … casual way, unobtrusively, shall we say?’

      Will rubbed his mouth with his hand, frowning. ‘I wonder if Mr Edward has heard any of the gossip about Mr George? Has he said anything to you?’

      ‘Not really. When he does express concern it’s in a … well, a mild way. He doesn’t get excited, or anything like that. And he’s said nothing about gambling or drugs.’

      ‘It’s bound to get back to him sooner rather than later, especially if there is a demand for payment of the gambling debts. Julian Stark might come to Mr Deravenel if he doesn’t get satisfaction from George.’ Will sighed. ‘I have to tell him, Amos. I really do. He and I have never had any secrets from each other in all the years we’ve worked together here at Deravenels, and even before that, when we were at Oxford.’

      Amos sat back in his desk chair and stared off into the distance, an odd look settling on his face.

      Will Hasling noticed this immediately, and asked, ‘What is it, Amos? You’re looking peculiar.’

      ‘Can it wait until after Christmas? What I mean is, Mr Edward is a bit worried at the moment, as you well know, about his little boy. And it is the holiday season … the annual lunch tomorrow and then the dinner at your sister’s tomorrow evening.’

      ‘I see what you mean.’ Will became reflective for a moment or two, weighing the odds before remarking, ‘I understand exactly what you’re saying, but we all know that he detests surprises. If the gossip comes