Authors: Jo Carnegie
Nigel wondered if a Candid Camera crew were going to pop up at any second. Was this really happening? They'd had this strange, aristocratic tramp living in the house for God knows how long? How could they not have noticed?
âKeeping your friend up, are we?' remarked Sir Jonas cheerfully. It had all proved too much for Devon. Nigel turned to find the pop star slumped on the floor in a dead faint.
LIKE A LOUD,
imperious knock on the front door, 10 December arrived. The auction for the Meadows would take place at eleven o'clock. That morning, the entire Standington-Fulthrope clan made their way over to Bedlington together, Caro and her parents in Clementine's mud-splattered Volvo estate, while Camilla and Calypso followed behind in Camilla's Golf GTI.
Camilla had only just taken the âYoung Farmers Do It In Combine Harvesters' sticker off the back window. It had been there so long, she'd almost stopped seeing it, until Calypso let out a big âUrgh!' as they climbed in. âLike that is
so
sad, I'm not going anywhere until you get rid of it.' As Camilla acquiesced and peeled off the offending item, it seemed a symbolic gesture. That part of her life was a long distant memory now. Big, boorish Angus, the many nights out with his ruddy-faced friends as they joked about sheep-shagging and drank their bodyweight in cider, and all those cold, windy weekends sitting in the car watching tweed-attired men grouse shooting.
Now she was with Jed. As Camilla thought of
what he'd been doing to her the night before a delicious thrill flickered up her spine. She'd had a few boyfriends before Angus, but never a lover like Jed. He was so in control and yet gentle at the same time. Teasing her to the brink of orgasm until she could bear it no longer, and then thrusting masterfully until she cried out his name over and over. Camilla was getting hot and bothered at the memory of it. She sighed happily.
âOh, try not to be nervous, Bills,' said Calypso, sitting in the passenger seat. She'd misinterpreted her sister's lusty exhalation for one of anxiety. âIt's all going to be fine. Granny Clem spoke to Humphrey from the council again this morning. It looks like only Sid Psycho and us are putting in anything in the way of substantial bids. And this Humphrey thinks Sykes won't go higher than ten mill. The bloke's known for being a wheeler dealer and never pays top whack for anything. We are, like, so going to walk it.' She patted her sister's knee reassuringly.
Camilla blushed guiltily. Here they were, on the most important day in Churchminster's history and she was fantasizing wildly about Jed's manhood. She chided herself. âI'm sure you're right, Muffin,' she told Calypso, flicking on the indicator and turning left into the town hall's car park.
The car park was packed with vehicles. Every resident from Churchminster, and indeed half the county, seemed to have turned out. As they walked over to the hall they saw Humphrey and his po-faced cronies from the county council, along with someone from the Land Registry. It was unheard of at a land auction around these parts for so much to
be at stake â and for so much money â and there had been ominous mutterings that this was the shape of things to come. There were even a few photographers and reporters milling around outside the entrance. The fate of Churchminster was still very big news, especially after the press surrounding the vicar's supposed murder, and the far more cheerful publicity surrounding the ball and Harriet's reappearance.
Clementine led her family inside, ignoring pleas from the assembled press for a quote or picture. There was hardly a seat left, but Angie and Freddie waved them up to the front where they had saved some places. It was a rather dreary, grey room. The central heating had broken down and it was bitterly cold inside. Most people were still muffled up in their coats and scarves. It seemed an incongruous backdrop to the enormous amounts of money that would shortly be thrown round the room, thought Clementine, as she walked down the aisle.
âFeeling confident, old girl?' Freddie asked as she sat down next to him.
âAs much as I let myself,' she confided. âI keep thinking we've miscounted the final amount and it's been a horrible mistake!'
Angie leaned over him. â£16.6 million, there's no mistake about that,' she whispered happily. Clementine looked around, there did seem to be a positive atmosphere in the air, the expectant faces and excited chatter of a battle already won.
Despite her naturally cautious nature, Clementine began to relax. She hadn't seen any sign of Sid Sykes yet. âMaybe he's had second thoughts and decided
not to turn up,' she said to Tink, who was on her other side.
No such luck. At 10.59 a.m. Sid Sykes sauntered in, accompanied by two bull-necked henchmen who made the Kray twins look inoffensive. He was dressed in a cheap-looking shiny grey suit, and gold rings and chains flashed at his hands and neck. As he took a seat across the aisle he flashed Clementine an oily grin, revealing yellow rodent-like teeth. She managed to nod at him frostily. Why did he feel the insufferable need to always look so pleased with himself? Just then the land auctioneer, a tall, stern-looking man in a brown suit, stood up behind his wooden desk at the front of the room and shouted for quiet.
âGood morning, everyone,' he announced. âWe are here today for the sale of land commonly known as the Meadows. The highest bid is final â no cheques or IOUs.' He allowed himself a slight smile as his joke received a few titters. The auctioneer continued. âLet's have a good, clean auction. No heckling or time-wasters please. Right! The guide price is eight million pounds.' There were a few sharp intakes of breath. âShow your hands, please, ladies and gentlemen.'
As Angie was used to attending auctions in her line of business, she was the one putting her hand up to bid for Churchminster. The committee members sat around her like an impenetrable wall. It felt reassuring and gave them all strength. A surprising number of hands shot up with hers at first, including that of a well-known Cotswold businessman who owned a string of luxury health clubs, and a noisy, well-dressed American Angie had
overheard talking about building a rehab centre for the rich and famous. âKinda the country equivalent to the Priory,' he had announced, puffing on a giant cigar. Clementine's heart sank; maybe there were more contenders in the running than they thought.
Her fears were short-lived. As soon as the bids reached twelve million, most of the interested parties shook their heads and dropped out. It was just Churchminster and Sid Sykes left.
Suddenly, events took a worrying turn. According to the information they'd been given, Sid Sykes should have dropped out long ago. But as soon as Angie put her hand up, he was right on her tail, outbidding her and flashing obnoxious, secret smiles back at his henchmen. The price carried on climbing. And climbing. When it reached £14.2 million, Clementine shot an anxious glance at Humphrey. This wasn't supposed to happen! To her great concern, he was looking distinctly unsettled as well. Catching her glance he shrugged uncomfortably and dropped his eyes to the ground.
The bidding had now reached a staggering fifteen million pounds. The room was utterly silent, everyone watching with bated breath as the two sides slugged it out.
âDo I have fifteen million?' asked the auctioneer.
Angie tentatively put her hand up, but no sooner did she, than Sykes shot his in the air. It was starting to feel like he was playing a game with them.
âWhat the fuck is going on?' Calypso whispered to Caro. âThat's the maximum it's meant to go for. We're going to run out of money soon!' Caro shook her head in confusion.
Now the bidding crept up by a hundred
thousand at a time. By the time they had reached sixteen million pounds, even the auctioneer was starting to sweat.
âSixteen million, do we have any takers for sixteen
million
pounds?' he said, as he if couldn't quite believe the amount.
Sitting ramrod straight in her chair, Clementine was starting to feel positively sick. She had a very bad feeling about this! âClementine, what shall we do?' whispered Angie frantically.
âCarry on, we've got to,' she told her. âMaybe Sykes will drop out now.'
He didn't. As the bidding steadily climbed, an atmosphere of stunned disbelief settled round the room. When bidding reached £16.5 million, Angie turned and looked at them all with an air of finality.
âThis is it, we're down to our last hundred thou,' she told the committee shakily. They looked at her with white faces, most now clutching the person sitting next to them.
Just as Angie was about to raise her hand for the last time, Sid Sykes spoke out. His coarse, nasal tones rang mercilessly through the room.
âLet's get this wrapped up, shall we?' he said to the auctioneer. âI'm a busy man, and I've got places to go, people to see. A bid for twenty mill should do it, eh?'
Clementine felt as though she had literally been punched in the stomach.
The auctioneer looked at Sykes, flabbergasted at the amount, but also clearly annoyed at being told what to do. He looked over to Angie and raised his eyebrows. âMadam? Would you like to bid against this gentleman's offer?'
Angie shook her head and slumped back in her seat, eyes filling with tears. Freddie, looking equally devastated, put his arm around her shoulders in an attempt to console her.
An angry babble of voices grew louder around her as the residents started to protest, but Clementine could neither hear nor see them. She was in her own private hell. âI'm sorry Bertie,' she murmured.
After that, all hell broke loose. âYou bloody promised us we'd get it!' howled Calypso, running over to confront a stunned Humphrey.
âWe had no idea it would go for that much,' he protested, looking distinctly uncomfortable as the suits around him looked anywhere but at Calypso. âNothing here has ever come close to a sum like that before!'
âSsh, sit down,' soothed Tink, pulling Calypso back in her seat. Her daughter burst into noisy tears, and Tink looked ready to follow suit as she tried to comfort her.
Meanwhile Jed Bantry, standing at the back of the hall with his mum, shot Camilla a bewildered look. In the second row, Lucinda and Nico sat white-faced and immobile, unable to speak to each other. Even Babs Sax looked genuinely upset, noisily blowing her nose into the paper tissue Brenda Briggs had found in the bottom of her handbag. Reporters were clustered around the entrance on their mobiles, excitedly relaying their copy to their editors back in London.
In the midst of it all, Sid Sykes looked over to Clementine and gave her a leery wink. âBad luck,'
he mouthed. He and his henchmen turned to snigger at one another. Clementine was shocked at the force of hatred that burned through her.
The auctioneer raised his voice. âAll right folks, calm down. Calm DOWN!' The hubbub subsided until only a few stunned whispers and sobs could be heard around the room.
The auctioneer didn't look happy that the Meadows was going to Sid Sykes, either. Sighing, he cast a regretful eye over the audience. âRight! Twenty million pounds is our final bid, to the gentleman in the front row. Going, going . . .'
Clementine closed her eyes, but before he could finish his sentence, there was a flurry of commotion at the back of the hall as the door burst open. To everyone's astonishment, a dishevelled and red-faced Archie Fox-Titt came flying in. He had his slippers on and no coat, and was brandishing a thick book in one hand.
âStop, STOP!' he shouted, skidding to a halt in front of the shocked auctioneer.
Freddie stood up, appalled. âArchie, what the hell do you think you're playing at?'
Archie swivelled round, and Clementine could see he was breathing heavily, sweat running down the sides of his face. He flapped the book at them. âI knew I'd seen it somewhere!' he gasped, scrabbling through the pages. Clementine could read the title now:
Rare and Endangered Birds of Great Britain
. âI've seen it in the Meadows a few times,' Archie continued, âbut it was only when I went to the library this morning that I realized
what
it was.'
Sid Sykes was on his feet now, making his way over. â 'Ere, what's going on? Seen what?' he asked
suspiciously. âAre you going to get on with it and sell me my land?'
âHold on a minute,' the auctioneer ordered. He turned to Archie, who was jiggling up and down on the spot with excitement.
Archie stopped on a page. âHere it is!' he yelled triumphantly. âThe Lesser Spotted Gull Beak! This is the one I've seen in the Meadows!'
âThe Lesser Spotted
what
?' Calypso whispered to Caro. The auctioneer rushed out from behind his desk to look at the book. A keen ornithologist, he spent most weekends out in the countryside with a pair of binoculars. He couldn't quite believe what he had just heard.
âIt can't be!' he gasped. âThe Lesser Spotted Gull Beak has been extinct in this country for half a century.'
âThat's what
I
thought,' Archie told him. âBut then I got close enough to take a picture on my camera phone and it
is
the Gull Beak â look!' He showed the auctioneer his mobile, and the middle-aged man studied it intently. A look of astonishment crossed his face.
âBy Jove!' he cried. âI think you're right!'
Archie turned back to face his audience. âI've done a bit of research,' he said almost shyly. âAnd, well, if the Lesser Spotted Gull Beak
has
settled in the Meadows, the place has got to be left as it is. There's a law to protect the habitat of endangered species.'
Scarcely believing her ears, Clementine felt a surge of emotion bubbling up inside her.
âThis is the biggest discovery the bird world has seen for years!' exclaimed the auctioneer. âBill
Oddie is going to think all his Christmases have come at once!'