The Villa in Italy: Escape to the Italian sun with this captivating, page-turning mystery. Elizabeth Edmondson

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      ‘What’s he like? Is he going to put pressure on Richie?’

      Mr Ferguson had startled Jessica on her first visit to his offices. Winthrop, Winthrop & Jarvis had refused to act for her, not caring for messy divorce cases, and had recommended Mr Ferguson, of King’s Bench Walk. ‘He has a reputation for handling such cases with skill and discretion,’ Mr Jarvis told her.

      Short, stocky Mr Ferguson was altogether a different kind of lawyer from the grim-visaged Mr Jarvis. No grey striped trousers and black jacket for Mr Ferguson. He wore a crumpled grey suit that had seen better days, favoured loud ties and, Jessica was sure, never wore a bowler hat.

      ‘A foxy man,’ Jessica said. ‘But very clear. There’s no such thing as divorce by consent, although they did try for reform after the war, so he told me. The politicians wouldn’t have it. Too risky for the stability of family life. So there have to be grounds.’

      ‘Such as adultery.’

      ‘Or mental cruelty or intolerable conduct—actually, isn’t that the adultery bit? Or insanity.’

      ‘You’ve said that Richie is crazy.’

      ‘He is, but no judge would accept that for a moment. Then there’s desertion.’

      ‘Well, you’ve deserted him.’

      ‘That doesn’t count, not if he doesn’t want to bring an action. Which he doesn’t.’

      ‘Anything else?’

      ‘Rape, sodomy, bestiality.’ Jessica laughed. ‘Can you imagine stuffy old Jarvis saying those words in front of me?’

      ‘Has Richie been unfaithful?’ said Delia.

      ‘Yes.’

      ‘Then you’ve got grounds.’

      ‘Not grounds I can use.’

      Jessica had refused to give any details to Mr Ferguson. ‘They say, never lie to your lawyer or your accountant,’ he said, giving her a shrewd look.

      ‘I’m not lying. I’m simply telling you that, yes, he has committed adultery, and no, I can’t cite the other person.’

      ‘Pity. Of course, any case you brought, especially if it were contested, would be headline news. So if there’s someone whose name you don’t want to see dragged through the pages of the gutter press…’

      ‘Richie knows I won’t bring the other woman into it,’ Jessica said to Delia. ‘So he’s sitting pretty. And I get all the opprobrium for walking out on him, and he preserves a hurt and dignified silence.’ She fiddled with a thread on her glove. ‘Oh, why did I marry him? Theo says…’ She gave Delia a swift look and changed the subject. ‘Heavenly countryside.’

       SIX

      The newsroom at the Sketch was a blaze of lights on a dark morning, and a hive of activity and noise, with phones ringing, messenger boys running in and out, and people having shouted conversations with one another across the room.

      ‘Mr Slattery,’ said a brassy blonde in a tight skirt, as the swing doors opened and Giles Slattery came in. ‘Telephone message. Your bird’s flown the coop.’

      ‘Mrs Meldon?’

      ‘Yes.’

      Giles Slattery swore.

      The blonde, who had heard much worse, took no notice. ‘Her char says she’s gone to the country, to her family in Yorkshire. Jim’s checking that end.’

      ‘Tell Jim to see what he can find out, but my bet is that she hasn’t gone home. Doesn’t get on too well with Mummy and Daddy right now; they adore Richie Meldon and are very angry with her.’

      ‘The Meldons are in Scotland,’ called out a lissome young man, who was perched on a window sill and twirling a pencil in his fingers. ‘Staying with those rich cousins of theirs, the Lander-Husseys. There are a few lines about it in William Hickey’s column this morning.’

      Giles Slattery hooked his mac on the hatstand and tossed his trilby on to a dusty head of Karl Marx that some office wag had placed on top of a filing cabinet. He sat down and drummed his fingers on the desk.

      Where could she have gone? he said to himself. His mouth screwed up at one side as he thought. ‘Put Sam on to checking the ferries. Since she’s driving, she could be anywhere, but I have a hunch she’s heading abroad. Easier for her to hide out on the Continent, out of reach of hubby and the press, that’s what she’ll think. Well, she thinks wrong.’

      Slattery rammed one of his thin cigars into his mouth. He struck a match and lit it, then shook out the match and dropped it on the floor.

      ‘Tell Sam to get on to that airstrip in Kent, what’s it called? Lydd. You can fly your car over to France from there, if you’ve got the money. She’ll have gone to Paris; these bloody women escaping from their husbands always head for Paris. God damn the woman for slipping through our fingers. And get me Mr Meldon on the phone.’

      ‘Is he back in the country?’

      ‘How the hell should I know? Just get him, okay?’

       SEVEN

      Delia drove on in silence, the name Theo sounding in her ears. Theo, Theo. His name still gave her heart a jolt. Theo, Jessica’s older brother, the love of her life, now married to her sister, Felicity.

      ‘So you haven’t told Theo you’re off to Italy?’ she said.

      ‘Absolutely not, he’d pass it on to Richie in a flash, don’t you think?’

      ‘I’m sure he wouldn’t.’ Delia couldn’t keep the indignation out of her voice. ‘You malign him.’

      ‘No, you idolise him. For goodness’ sake, Delia, surely you’re over him now? He and Felicity have been married for more than two years.’

      ‘Of course I’m over him,’ Delia lied.

      They drove the next few miles in silence. Then Jessica asked, ‘Where are we going in Paris?’

      ‘I thought we’d go to the hotel I usually stay in. It’s on the left bank, not smart or opulent, but clean and comfortable, with a little courtyard where one can sit out and have breakfast, if the weather’s kind.’

      The weather in Paris was kind. For the first time in weeks, Delia felt the tightness in her chest relax. She relished the green bursting out on the trees, the warm spring sunshine, and envied the young lovers who strolled, arms round each other, along the banks of the Seine. She and Jessica walked over the Pont Neuf, and stopped to watch СКАЧАТЬ