Chapters (71)
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- Part One
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Part Two
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-One
- Twenty-Two
- Twenty-Three
- Twenty-Four
- Twenty-Five
- Twenty-Six
- Twenty-Seven
- Twenty-Eight
- Twenty-Nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-One
- Thirty-Two
- Part Three
- Thirty-Three
- Thirty-Four
- Thirty-Five
- Thirty-Six
- Thirty-Seven
- Thirty-Eight
- Thirty-Nine
- Forty
- Forty-One
- Forty-Two
- Forty-Three
- Forty-Four
- Part Four
- Forty-Five
- Forty-Six
- Forty-Seven
- Forty-Eight
- Forty-Nine
- Fifty
- Fifty-One
- Fifty-Two
- Fifty-Three
- Part Five
- Fifty-Four
- Fifty-Five
- Fifty-Six
- Fifty-Seven
- Fifty-Eight
- Fifty-Nine
- Sixty
- Sixty-One
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“That must please her. Lucinda is always attracted to powerful people and powerful men, in particular. Does she go to Paris to see him? Or does he come here to London?” Robert asked, filled with curiosity.
“Neither. All their shenanigans take place in Zurich, Geneva or the South of France. In a little town called Beaulieu-sur-Mer, just outside Monte Carlo. Apparently he prefers to keep her out of his hometown of Paris.”
“I get it,” Robert said. “And what about her at the moment? Or should I say ‘them’?”
“Oh, he’s in Zurich, as we speak. Seemingly he’s got it hard for her. Lucinda is at the Baur au Lac; he’s in a smaller hotel nearby. But he’s always with her for sleepovers, shall we call them? My private investigator got that tidbit from the housekeeper at the hotel. Bed linen, you know. Don’t ever forget that. It’s a dead giveaway.”
Robert couldn’t help laughing, and then said, “Your private investigator goes in for all the details. I’ll say that for him. Has Lucinda been to the clinic? Or isn’t she ill? Is that also a story?”
“Not sure. She has been to the clinic twice. Not much information available from there. Hippocratic oath, and all that. There has been a suggestion from one source that she might suffer from arthritis, has treatments for that.”
Robert nodded, leaned back in the chair, a thoughtful expression settling on his face.
Adrian, watching him, thought how calm, cool and collected his oldest and dearest friend looked. On the other hand, Robert had always been like that. And he could easily adopt an inscrutable expression, and frequently did.
Finally, Robert said, “So with this information, I can sue her for a divorce on the grounds of adultery, can’t I?”
“You can indeed. There’s plenty of evidence in those folders, including photographs of them together. They seem to be quite open about their association, seemingly no hiding in corners.”
“And what about Lady Glendenning? Is she Lucinda’s traveling companion?”
Adrian nodded. After a moment, he said, “She’s got one too. A lover, I mean. Some Swiss fellow.”
Robert shook his head. “Women!” he exclaimed. “They get up to everything under the sun.”
“Just like men,” Adrian pointed out. “We’re not much different when it comes to sexual adventures.” He frowned and then said, “You know it will cause a bit of a scandal, though. And it’ll be expensive.”
Robert stood up and walked to the window of the library, gazing out the square. “Yes. But I have no choice.”
Forty-Two
While Robert absorbed every page of the private investigator’s report, taking his time, digesting everything, Adrian read The Morning Chronicle.