CHAPTER 3

BOOTH WATSON ROSE FROM BEHIND his desk when his reluctant client entered the room. Mrs Christina Faulkner sat down opposite him, without bothering to shake hands with her husband’s lawyer.

Booth Watson looked across at the elegantly dressed lady who had been married to his client for eleven years, before they both decided to go their separate ways.

Both of them had had countless affairs, long before she’d issued divorce proceedings. However, after Miles was convicted of the theft of a Caravaggio and sent to jail, Christina felt on stronger ground until he died, when she assumed she had lost everything. That was before she turned up at the funeral to discover that her late husband was very much alive, and would have to cut a deal with her if he was going to be allowed to stay that way. Christina didn’t need to be told it was a game changer.

But the merry widow had also worked out that Miles Faulkner – or Captain Ralph Neville as he was now – was better alive than dead, because that way she could lay her hands on at least half of Miles’s fabled art collection, which she had signed away in their original divorce settlement.

Booth Watson was well aware of the shifting sands he was tiptoeing over, but still had one ace up his sleeve. Christina’s love of money.

‘I thought we ought to have a word about what will happen after the wedding has taken place, Mrs Faulkner,’ said Booth Watson.

‘Am I allowed to ask what you and Miles have decided on my behalf?’ asked Christina.

‘There shouldn’t be a great deal of difference from the present situation,’ parried Booth Watson, ignoring the jibe. ‘You will retain your home in the country, along with the Belgravia apartment. However, in future Monte Carlo will be out of bounds.’

‘Found someone else, has he?’

Somewhere else, Booth Watson could have told her, but that was not part of his brief. ‘You will continue to receive two thousand pounds a week for expenses, while retaining your housekeeper, maid and chauffeur.’

‘And have you two decided where you’ll be spending my honeymoon?’ asked Christina, making no attempt to hide any sarcasm.

‘Miles will not be spending a great deal of time in England during the next few months, so it will in effect be a marriage of convenience. To that end I have drawn up a binding agreement, which is ready for you to sign. Just remember, you get far more than you could have hoped for in return for your silence. You needn’t bother to read it as there won’t be any amendments.’

‘So we won’t be living together?’ said Christina, pretending to sound shocked.

‘That was never the plan, as you well know. Miles has no objection to you continuing your present lifestyle, but he would ask you to be a little more discreet in future, and to be available to accompany him as Mrs Ralph Neville on what we might describe as formal occasions.’