Chapters (40)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Historical Note
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“Unless Toby has changed his will behind our backs, my son inherits the estates and the title. I am left a sum of money ample for my needs and of course I own property that comes from my family.”
“Oh, you have a son,” Mummy said innocently. “How lovely for you.”
Lady Groper’s face softened. “Yes, he is a dear boy and quite devoted to his mother. He’s doing well—up at Oxford, you know. His father had high hopes for him. He’ll be devastated when he hears this.”
And with that she opened the front door. I watched her go, then followed at the back of the party. Several things were interesting to me: first, that she had not mentioned her intention to file divorce proceedings against her husband, nor his threats to expose her to scandal, and second, that she didn’t appear to know her son was also on the Riviera. Or if she did, she was a very good liar.
There were two policemen standing at the entrance to our driveway. They stepped out to block the way as they saw us.
“We are escorting Lady Groper to her villa,” Coco said to them. “She has just heard the terrible news and has to see whether anything has been stolen.”
“Very well,” one of the policemen said. “You will find our men at the villa. You may tell them you have permission to accompany Lady Groper.”
We walked down the driveway. Lady Groper shuddered as the villa came into sight. “A monstrosity, isn’t it? The kind of tasteless extravagance that one of no breeding builds. Toby might have had a title, but he was still a parvenu, a nouveau riche. You’ve seen the artwork he collected?” She looked back at us. “He claims it will be worth a fortune, but I find much of it hideous.”
We reached the front door, which was opened for us by another policeman, and stepped inside. Almost immediately Johnson appeared. “Oh, it’s you, ladies,” he said, looking relieved. “I thought it might be the inspector again. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve answered the same questions, over and over—What time did I go into town? Did I see the young lady from next door?” He looked at me, “Oh, and I must apologize, my lady. I didn’t know who you were before. I must have appeared a bit rude.”
“Not at all. I didn’t choose to reveal my true identity at that moment,” I said. “People tend to behave differently toward me when they know I have royal connections.”
“I understand, my lady.” His gaze moved on to Lady Groper. She was eyeing him coldly. “And who is this young man, may I ask?” she said.