The Parliament House (29 page)

    'I wish that you'd consulted me before dispatching it, Sir Julius,' said Christopher, worriedly. 'You should first have asked for a full public apology. If that had not been given, resort to litigation would have achieved your ends.'

    'The only way to do that is to kill Stoneleigh.'

    'But he's somewhat younger than you, I believe.'

    'So?' said the other, indignantly. 'Are you suggesting that I do not know how to handle a sword, Mr Redmayne?'

    'Of course not.'

    'Then obey my commands. When my challenge is accepted - as it must surely be - I need you to be standing ready.'

    'Why?' asked Christopher, increasingly alarmed at what he was hearing. 'What do you require of me, Sir Julius?'

    'You will act as one of my seconds.'

       Dorothy Kitson was about to retire to bed when she heard the front door being unlocked. Voices rose up from the hall and she recognised one as belonging to her brother. Putting on her dressing gown, she took up her candle and made her way along the landing.'

    'Is that you, Orlando?' she said.

    'Yes,' he replied, 'and I know that it's an inconvenient time to call but I felt that you should hear the news at once.'

    'What news?' She came down the marble staircase and saw the animation in his face. 'Whatever's happened?'

    'I'll tell you in a moment.'

    Taking a candle from one of the servants, he shepherded her into the parlour and shut the door behind him. Both candles were set on a table so that they cast a glow across the two chairs on which they settled. Dorothy looked bewildered.

    'It's unlike you to call at such an hour, Orlando.'

    'I felt that the tidings could not wait.'

    'What tidings?' 'You have had a narrow escape, Dorothy.'

    'From what?'

    'The ignominy of having your name linked with that of Sir Julius Cheever. I praise the Lord that I rescued you from that.'

    'You are talking in riddles,' she complained.

    'I'm sorry,' he said, reaching out to take her hands. 'I only heard about it myself over supper with friends. It's now the talk of the town, it seems, and will certainly feature in tomorrow's newspapers. A play called
The Royal Favourite
was performed today at the King's Theatre. It contained a vicious - if highly comical - satire on your erstwhile friend.'

    'Sir Julius Cheever?'

    'In the play, I believe, he is Sir Julius Seize-Her.'

    He told her what he had heard from someone who had actually witnessed the performance, and Dorothy sat there with an expression of dismay on her face. When he had finished, Orlando Golland was almost giggling with pleasure.

    'Well? What do you think of that?'

    'I think it very unkind of you to take such satisfaction from someone else's pain,' she reproached. 'It's unworthy of you, Orlando.'

    'It was the laughter of relief,' he said, trying to be more serious. 'I was celebrating my sister's escape from her unwise entanglement with Sir Julius. Were you and he about to contemplate marriage, then you would have suffered this public disgrace along with him.'

    'I do suffer it. I have the greatest sympathy for him.'

    'Sir Julius
deserved
it.'

    'I disagree.'

    'He's upset too many people - Stoneleigh among them.'

    'Cuthbert?' she said. 'This is one of his plays?'

    'Yes, Dorothy,' he replied. 'And from what I hear, it's nothing short of a masterpiece. Sir Julius has been well and truly stoned by the Earl of Stoneleigh.'

    'How cruel!'

    'It will finish him.'

    'What do you mean?

    'Even someone as obtuse and insensitive as Sir Julius will not be able to shrug this off. Public humiliation will force him to quit London and run all the way back home.'

    'You are quite mistaken,' she said. 'Sir Julius is neither obtuse nor insensitive. In some ways, he's one of the most sensitive men I've ever met. This will not simply wound him. It will shake him to the core. But he'll not take flight, Orlando,' she predicted. 'Of that you may be certain. You reckon without his pride.'

    'When he reads tomorrow's newspapers, he will have none left.'

    'You underrate him badly.'

    'My guess is that he may already have left the city.'

    'Then you do not know him as well as I. He will stay.'

    'As long as he does not turn to you for succour,' said Golland. That would be too much to bear. I'd hoped that Stoneleigh's play would chase the old fool out of the capital, not send him running to your arms.'

    'At a time like this,' she said, 'Sir Julius needs friends. He'll find plenty of compassion here. I judge it to be heartless of Cuthbert to indulge in such gratuitous spite, and I shall tell him so if I see him. I feel sorry for anyone who is pilloried on stage like that.'

    'So do I,' said Golland, complacently, 'but not in this case. I've never been a theatregoer but, if the play is ever staged again, I will make certain that I'm there to see it.'

       Henry Redmayne was still trying to appease his employer by working at the Navy Office in the mornings. It was a torment. Two servants were needed to get him out of bed, the barber was on hand to shave him and a breakfast was prepared for him even though he barely touched it. He was on the point of leaving that morning when his brother presented himself at the door.

    'Christopher,' he said. 'What on earth has brought you here?'

    'Anger,' replied his brother, using the flat of his hand to push him backwards into the hall. 'Anger, disappointment and disgust.'

    'Such emotions can hardly have been engendered by me.'

    'All three, Henry, and many more besides. I'm angry because you hid something important from me that I had a right to be told. I'm disappointed because I did not think you'd go behind my back to consort with a man I regard as a murder suspect. And,' he continued with rising iritation, 'I'm disgusted that a brother of mine should enter a house under false pretences so that he could ogle a married woman under the nose of her husband.'

    'Brilliana wants me.'

    'Only in the confines of your fevered mind.'

    'She does, Christopher. I saw it in her eyes.'

    'And what do you see in
my
eyes?'

    Henry was frightened by the look of fierce displeasure that his brother shot him. He had never seen Christopher roused to such a pitch of fury before. He tried to mollify him.

    'I can explain everything,' he said, palms upraised. 'Yes, I did attend the play yesterday, and it did cross my mind that I should come straight to you afterwards.'

    'Why did you not come
before
the play was performed?'

    'Before?'

    'Yes, Henry,' said his brother. 'If we had known what the play contained, we could have moved to stop it before its poison was displayed on stage. You are a friend of the Earl of Stoneleigh. When you heard that his play was being revived, you must have been aware that new material had been added.'

    'I did and I did not.'

    'Don't prevaricate!'

    'I knew that Cuthbert had introduced a new scene into the play but I swear that I did not know what it contained.'

    'But you were told that it related to Sir Julius Cheever?'

    'Yes and no.'

    'You are doing it again!' protested Christopher.

    'Cuthbert hinted that a certain Member of Parliament would find it very uncomfortable if he were seated in the audience. No name was given, I assure you.'

    'But one was implied. In short, you
knew.'

    'Let us just say that I had a vague idea.'

    'Henry, you appall me sometimes,' said Christopher, barely able to keep his hands off him. 'You are fully cognisant of the situation. A man was murdered in place of Sir Julius. A second attempt was made on his life. Your own brother was involved in tracking down the killer. Yet you say nothing - nothing at all - when you are forewarned by a friend that his play will contain a brutal attack on Sir Julius.'

    'It was comical rather than brutal, Christopher.'

    'Only to those who enjoy the sport of blood-letting.'

    'And I could hardly alert you to something that I had not actually seen. All that you would have had was a rumour. That would not have been enough to halt the performance.'

    'It would have prepared Sir Julius for what was to come.'

    Henry sniggered. 'It was highly amusing, I must admit.'

    'Yes,' said Christopher, vehemently. 'And the moment you stopped laughing, you put on a different face and have the gall to tell Sir Julius that it was a trial to sit through so unjust a lampoon. The only reason you even bothered to tell him was so that you could get within reach of Brilliana Serle.'

    'And, by a miracle, I did. But she was snatched away from me at the critical moment. I'll never forgive Susan for doing that.'

    'I must remember to congratulate her.'

    'A man must follow the dictates of love.'

    'I'll not have you dignifying your lust as pure romance.'

    'You've never understood the promptings of my heart.'

    'I understand them only too well,' said Christopher, 'and I pity the poor wretches who are victims of them. Well, Mrs Serle is not going to be one of them. To sneak into her company on the pretext of helping her father was improper, immoral and ignoble. I've never felt so ashamed of you in all my life.'

    Henry yawned. 'Your impersonation of Father is very tiresome.'

    'He'd disown you if he knew what you had done - disown you and deprive you of your generous allowance. Where would you be without that?'

    'You will surely not tell him of this?' said Henry, suddenly afraid. 'I
need
that money, Christopher.'

    'Then do something to earn it or, by this hand, I'll let him know what kind of a son you are. What you did was unpardonable but you can at least try to repair some of the damage. Now,' said Christopher, advancing on him, 'this is what I want you to do.'

        Sir Julius Cheever spent the whole day locked in his study. Meals were taken up to him but he was never even seen by his daughters. It increased their concern. Their father was in great distress yet he refused to tell them why. Tiring of being kept ignorant, Brilliana Serle had dispatched her husband to speak to his father-in-law and elicit the truth. Serle was met with such a verbal broadside from Sir Julius that he cut his losses and withdrew. The day wore relentlessly on. By the time they went to bed, Susan and Brilliana were still no nearer to understanding the cause of their father's evident suffering.

    Early next morning, they were awakened by the sound of wheels scrunching the gravel outside. Susan was out of bed in a flash and got to the window in time to see Sir Julius getting into his coach and being driven away. It was shortly after dawn. Before Susan could work out where he was going, there was a tap on her door and Brilliana came into the room in her nightgown.

    'What's going on, Susan?' she asked in consternation.

    'I wish that I knew.'

    'Father never gets up at this time of the morning.'

    'Well, he did today,' said Susan. 'He has not been the same since we had that visit from Henry Redmayne - though I don't believe that a desire to see Father was what really brought him here.'

    Brilliana was rueful. 'You are right,' she said. 'The first time I met Mr Redmayne, I must inadvertently have given him the wrong impression. Now I can see why he was so eager to get Lancelot out of the house. Fortunately, you were still here, Susan.'

    'What message did Henry bring for Father that day? That's what I'd like to find out.'

    'Christopher might know.'

    'Unhappily, no,' said Susan. 'I sent him a note on that very subject. He replied instantly but said that he was unable to help us.'

    'Then I must speak to his brother directly.'

    'That might not be a sensible idea, Brilliana. Stay clear of Henry Redmayne in future. If he had wanted us to know his secret, he would have divulged it. All will soon become clear.'

    'I hope so. Lancelot was most upset yesterday.'

    'Why?'

    'He asked to see the newspaper. Father had it delivered to his study and it remained there all day. When Lancelot sent a servant upstairs for it, his request was turned down with uncalled-for rudeness.' Brilliana's face puckered. 'Why was my husband prevented from seeing the newspaper'