‘Why? I don’t see it.’
‘Let’s get out of this,’ suggested Patch. ‘Mummy’s going to take the aunts into 26, isn’t she?’
‘Let’s go into the dining-room,’ said Frid.
Colin reminded them of Mike and the Chinese vase and wondered vaguely if they ought to look for it. Stephen said Lord Wutherwood could be depended upon to take the vase and go away without offering them any assistance. Frid and Henry said they thought the gesture with the vase should be attempted.
‘Was it wrapped up?’ asked Roberta suddenly.
‘Yes. Mummy bought a smart box for it,’ said Patch.
‘Then I know where it is. It’s in her bedroom.’
‘There let it lie, say I,’ said Stephen
‘But if Charlot wants it?’
‘Robin,’ said Frid, ‘be a darling and go into the drawing-room. Hiss to Mummy where the pot is and then if she wants it she can send Mike.’
‘All right,’ agreed Roberta, and returned nervously to the drawing-room. She managed to give Charlot the message.
‘Where’s Mike?’ murmured Charlot.
‘Didn’t he come in here?’
‘Yes, but he’s wandered away.’
‘Shall I find him?’
‘No, never mind.’
As Roberta made for the door she heard Charlot say brightly: ‘Come along, Violet, come along, Aunt Kit, we’ll leave the boys to talk business.’ Roberta hurried through into the dining-room where she found the Lampreys lying close together on the floor with their heads to the wall.
‘Lock the door,’ they whispered.
Roberta locked the door. Henry moved slightly and invited her with a gesture to lie between Frid and himself.
‘What’s this in aid of?’ asked Roberta.
‘Ssh! Listen! Get closer.’
Roberta now saw that this part of the wall consisted of a boarded-up door which evidently had at one time opened into the drawing-room. The Lampreys were listening at the crack. The voices of Lord Charles and his brother could be clearly heard above the comfortable sounds made by the drawing-room fire.
‘I’d better not,’ breathed Roberta diffidently.
‘It’s all right,’ said Frid in her ear. ‘Daddy wouldn’t mind. Ssh!’
‘– so you see,’ said Lord Charles’s voice, ‘it’s been a series of misfortunes rather than any one disaster. The jewellery and objets-d’art idea seemed a capital one. I really couldn’t foresee that poor Stein would shoot himself, you know. Now could I?’
‘You go and tie yourself up with some miserable adventurer –’
‘No, no, he wasn’t that, Gabriel, really.’
‘Why the devil didn’t you make some inquiries?’
‘Well, I – I did make a good many. The truth is –’
‘The truth is,’ said Lord Wutherwood’s voice edgily, ‘you drifted into this business as you have drifted into every conceivable sort of blunder for the last twenty years.’
There was silence for a moment, and then Lord Charles’s voice: ‘Very well, Gabriel. I’ll take that. It’s quite useless in my predicament to offer excuses. I readily confess that the sort of explanation I have to make would seem ridiculous to you.’
‘And to anyone else. I may as well tell you at the outset that I can’t do anything about it. I’ve helped you twice before and I might as well have thrown the money into the sea.’
‘We were extremely grateful –’
‘Is it too much to suggest that you might have shown it by pullin’ yourselves together? I told you then that you should recognize the fact that you were a man with a small income and a large family and should cut your coat accordingly. It’s preposterous, the way you live. Butlers, maids, cars, bringin’ gels out, doin’ the season, trips here, gamblin’ there. Good God, you ought to be livin’ like a – like a clerk or something! Why haven’t you got some post for yourself where you earned a wage? What are those three boys doin’?’
‘They’ve tried extremely hard to get jobs.’
‘Nonsense. They could have gone into shops since they’re not qualified for any professions. I said when they were at school that they ought to face the facts and work for professions!’
‘We couldn’t afford the University.’
‘You could afford half a dozen white elephants. You could afford to traipse about the world in luxury liners, you could afford to take that place in the Highlands, entertain, and God knows what.’
‘My dear Gabriel! The amount of entertaining we do!’
‘You dribble money away. Why don’t those gels run the house? Plenty of gels one knows are doin’ that sort of thing. Domestic.’
‘Frid’s going on the stage.’
‘Yah!’ said Lord Wutherwood. ‘Was that display she treated us to just now a sample? Showin’ her legs and droopin’ about in other people’s scarves like a dyin’ duck in a thunderstorm!’
Roberta felt Frid go rigid with hatred. Stephen and Colin thrust their fists into their mouths. Patch snorted and was savagely nudged by Henry.
‘– I may tell you, Charles, that I’m plaguily hard pressed myself. Deepacres nearly kills me keepin’ it up. I’m taxed up to the gullet. Looks as if I’ll have to put down the London house. You don’t know the calls there are on me in – well, in my position. When I remember what it’ll end in I sometimes wonder why the devil I take the trouble.’
‘What do you mean, Gabriel?’
‘I’ve no boy of my own.’
‘No.’
‘And to be frank with you I don’t imagine Deepacres is likely to survive the treatment of my heirs.’
‘You mean Henry.’
‘Oh, you’ll outlive me, no doubt,’ said Lord Wutherwood.
‘Then you mean me?’
‘Put it baldly, I mean the pair of you.’
There was a long pause. Roberta heard the fire in the next room settle down in the grate. She heard the breathing of the young Lampreys and the flurried ticking of a carriage-clock on the dining-room mantelpiece. When Lord Charles at last broke the silence, Roberta felt her companions stir a little as though something for which they had waited was about to appear. Lord Charles’s voice had changed. It was at once gentler and more decisive.
‘I think,’ he said, ‘that I can promise you neither Henry nor I will do much harm to Deepacres. We might possibly care to let other people share its amenities occasionally. That’s all.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I was thinking of your regard for Deepacres and wondering if after all it amounts to very much. As you say, one day it will be Henry’s. Yet you are content to let him go down with the rest of us.’
‘If he’s got any guts he’ll make his way.’
‘I hope he will. I almost believe I am glad to go bankrupt without your aid, Gabriel. I’ve had to ask you for money. No doubt you would say I’ve come begging for money. You choose to refuse me. But please don’t plead poverty. You could perfectly well afford