THE HIGH LIFE [Part 4]
By Richard Banks
The front door
opens and shuts and Neville enters the hall and continues up the stairs,
followed twenty minutes later by Mildred who’s looking less than pleased to be
back. She too ascends the stairs and for a moment the sound of their voices can
be heard as she enters their bedroom.
It’s only half an hour until dinner so
I await their arrival in the dining room where the servants are preparing the
long table that this evening has only two place settings, one at both
ends. When I was around, Mildred sat in
the middle which was very useful for passing the condiments. Today they both
have a set each, plus a bottle of claret for Neville. As there’s no glass at
Mildred’s end she is evidently on the wagon in the runup to the big day. They
arrive in full evening dress and take their seats without exchanging a word.
They are definitely not getting on. Could their consciences be troubling them?
I do hope so; it's unusual for marital bliss to be fading this soon.
For now the chances of them saying
anything about me while the servants are in the room is next to nil. Their
conversation, about the places they have gone and people met, is stilted, an
unconvincing attempt to give the impression that all is well; it would be bad
form to do otherwise in front of the servants. Coffee is served along with a
bottle of brandy for Neville. The servants withdraw. Left to themselves they
are even less talkative than before. Neville stares down the table at Mildred
and enquires after the baby. On receiving the reply that, “it’s OK, why
shouldn’t it be OK,” his face bristles with annoyance.
“Haven’t been overdoing it, have you?”
he asks in a tone of voice that suggests he would rather Mildred had stayed at
home.
“Don’t worry about me,” snaps Mildred,
“but then you never do. All you care about is yourself and the baby, and if that turns out to be a girl she’ll get the
Gatehouse treatment like the rest of them. And how’s your other sprog, the one
you’ve started with that whore at the kennel club. When is that due, five, six
months? Well don’t think you’re going to get rid of me as easy as you did Maddie. I’ll see you in prison before that
happens!”
Neville looks anxiously towards the
door. “What’s the matter with you? Do you want to spend the rest of your life
in Holloway, because that’s where you’ll be going if you carry on like this.”
He abandons his seat for one further down the table, and speaks in a quieter
voice. “No one must know about that, it’s our secret, and as long as it stays
that way, and you do what you’re told, the worse thing coming your way will be
divorce and a decent settlement. That’s what I offered your sister. If that
ever happens I trust you’ll be more sensible than she was.”
Mildred looks scared out of her wits
and I’m almost sorry for her. She signifies her compliance with a terse nod of
her head and announces she’s off to bed. She lingers only long enough to say
that if Neville intends finishing the bottle she would rather he slept in one
of the other bedrooms. Neville replies that it’s all the same to him and
watches her leave the room. He returns to his end of the table and pours
himself another brandy.
“Fool!” I say without meaning to, and
his head and shoulders shake like they’ve just had an electric shock.
“No!” he stutters, “it was nothing, you
heard nothing. Get a grip, you’re getting as bad as Mildred.” He downs his
drink and takes a deep breath before refilling his glass. He’s already the
worse for wear. By the time he finishes the bottle, as no doubt he will, he may
be too drunk to get up the stairs. Perhaps the same thought has found its way
into his addled brain for after a few minutes he snatches up the bottle and
staggers out into the hall where he stands at the foot of the Grand Stairway like
a mountaineer about to undertake a perilous ascent. With one hand clutching the
brandy and the other tight on the bannister he reaches base camp on the first
floor landing, but, instead of turning into one of the bedrooms, he continues
along the corridor to his study. I follow him in.
I have always wondered what he did in
his study. Not studying, that’s for sure, unless it’s the Racing News; as for
estate business, that’s handled by the office staff in one of the cottages. So,
now the great mystery is to be revealed. But mysteries, once known are usually
disappointing and the sight of girly magazines on his desk are no more than I
expected. However, he hardly glances at them, so that’s not why he’s here.
Behind his desk is a sideboard on which he leans before reaching up to the
painting above it depicting a number of under clad nymphs cavorting by a
waterfall. A first I think he’s trying to grope the one left of centre, but
then he steadies himself, takes a firm grip on the frame and swings it and the
picture away from the wall to reveal a safe. It has a dial which he twiddles
back and forth, and, after a good deal of cursing, the safe is opened. It’s
full of money, fifty pound notes, and a metal box which he takes back to his
desk. Inside there’s more diamonds than days in a month. These are good quality
diamonds and I should know; being a former Lady Frampton I’ve seen plenty, both
around my neck and those of other titled Ladies.
So why are they here instead of in the
office safe where my own jewels are kept? Could they be connected to Neville’s
trips to
All this is giving me food for thought.
I have the glimmer of a plan but if Neville’s off to
Neville returns the rest of the diamonds to the safe which he closes and
locks by scrambling the dial. He puts back the picture while leering drunkenly
at the nymphs. Then he’s off, along the corridor and into one of the guest
rooms.
I leave him to it and visit my darling
girls in the Gatehouse. They’re asleep of course and I watch their shallow
breathing until I too fall asleep. Being a spirit, especially one on a mission,
is a tiring business and by the time I’m awake they’re up and being readied for
school. I watch them go and want to follow but can’t; there’s an invisible
barrier I can’t breach. I have the run of Frampton and its grounds but not one
step beyond.
So its back to the house where Neville
and Mildred are having breakfast during which he announces that he’s off to
[To be
Continued]
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Richard Banks
Well done Ricardo, It's now pregnant with possibilities...
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