The Ravenscar Dynasty. Barbara Taylor Bradford

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      Ah well, he’s just a man after all, like all of us, poor creatures that we are, Neville thought with a small wry smile.

      The three Englishmen were dressed almost exactly alike. They each wore black suits with the three-quarter length jacket that was currently so fashionable. Their white shirts were impeccable, as were their black silk cravats. Basically they were dressed in mourning clothes, and they cut quite a swathe as they strode across the lobby of the Hotel Bristol, heading towards one of the lounges. Some of the other guests, walking through the lobby, eyed them with curiosity, and several of the women with open admiration. All three men were tall, good looking, obviously English and aristocrats, an appealing combination anywhere, at any time.

      As they entered the lounge a waiter came forward, smiling and showing them to a large round table which Neville had reserved a short while before.

      Once seated they ordered coffee and when the waiter departed, Neville turned to Edward and said, ‘As I did when we went to Deravenels, I am going to let you take the lead in this matter, Ned. After all, Dellarosa is an employee of the company, and at this moment answerable to you.’

      ‘Your father was killed in the fire as well,’ Edward murmured, frowning slightly. ‘You can say anything you want to him, ask him anything, as far as I’m concerned. We’re in this together.’

      ‘Yes, indeed we are,’ Neville shot back. ‘But do take the lead, Ned, please. It will give me a chance to weigh him up, get a handle on him, and you, Will, can give your attention to Alfredo Oliveri, if you would. I think we should attempt to assess these two men, decide whether they will be allies or adversaries in the future. After all, Deravenels have a lot of business interests in Italy, quite aside from the marble quarries.’

      ‘I understand,’ Will answered at once, nodding. ‘I have a feeling Oliveri will be a friend not a foe, from what Ned has said about him so far. Correct, Ned?’

      ‘Oh, yes, Father had enormous respect for him, there is no question about that, as I’ve already explained. But the strange thing is he wasn’t mentioned in Dellarosa’s letter to me, so I have an odd feeling he won’t be here this morning.’

      ‘Why do you make that assumption?’ Neville asked, his voice rising, eyeing his cousin in alarm.

      ‘I have a…gut instinct about it, to use a phrase of yours.’

      At this moment the waiter returned with the tray of coffee cups and tall glasses of water, and served them. Again smiling and nodding, he backed away. Neville took a sip of the water. He approved of this Continental custom of always serving a glass of water with other beverages. It was most civilized, he thought.

      ‘Could this be Dellarosa?’ Ned muttered quietly a moment or two later, staring at the arched doorway of the lounge, where a well-dressed man stood glancing around. He was of medium height, slim, and blond like many Northern Italians. Ned hurried on, ‘He’s heading this way, so it is him, I’m certain.’

      Edward rose, moved forward in the direction of the Italian, extending his hand. ‘Signor Dellarosa, I presume,’ he said with a faint smile. ‘I’m Edward Deravenel.’

      ‘Good morning, Signor Deravenel,’ Dellarosa responded. ‘Welcome to Firenze. I wish this occasion was not a sorrowing one. I am sorry for the loss of your family.’

      ‘It is sorrowful, yes,’ Edward replied. ‘But please, come and meet my cousin Neville Watkins, and our good friend Will Hasling.’

      Neville and Will were already on their feet, and after shaking hands and exchanging greetings, the four men sat down together at the circular table.

      Dellarosa turned to Neville and murmured, ‘I am so sorry, signor, for your loss also.’

      ‘Thank you.’ Neville inclined his head, his expression neutral, quite unreadable.

      ‘Would you care for some kind of refreshment? Coffee, tea?’ Edward asked.

      ‘Si, grazie, Signor Edward. I will partake of the coffee.’

      Edward motioned to the hovering waiter, ordered the coffee and then focused all of his attention on Fabrizio Dellarosa. ‘What time are we going to view the bodies of our family members?’ he asked in a quiet, sombre tone.

      Clearing his throat, Dellarosa said, ‘In about half an hour. They are at a hospital. Santa Maria Novella. It is nearby. We can walk.’

      ‘I understand. My cousin and I have been wondering why the bodies were brought to Florence?’

      Again, Dellarosa cleared his throat. ‘Because it was necessary to have them embalmed.’

      ‘I see, and what you are saying is that there are no facilities to do this procedure in Carrara?’

      ‘Yes, Signor Edward, that is so.’

      ‘What did they die of?’ Ned asked, startling the Italian.

      ‘Excuse me?’ Dellarosa’s brow furrowed and he gave Edward a long stare, as if he were uncomprehending.

      ‘Our fathers and brothers were in a fire in the hotel.’ Edward’s look was intent, focused on Dellarosa. ‘So were they badly burned? Did they die of their burns? Or was it smoke inhalation that killed them? We have been told nothing about their deaths.’

      ‘Smoke inhalation, I believe, was the cause of death.’

      ‘And they were not burned at all?’ Edward asked, sounding puzzled, shaking his head.

      ‘No. There are no burns on their faces.’

      ‘But perhaps on their bodies? Is that what you’re implying?’

      ‘I’m not implying,’ Dellarosa shot back swiftly, raising a blond brow. ‘I was told they died of smoke inhalation.’

      ‘What information do you have about the fire, how did it start?’

      ‘I do not know, Signor Edward. I was not there.’

      ‘Does anyone else know? Perhaps Alfredo Oliveri?’ Ned probed.

      ‘He does not have the information…he knows no more than I do.’

      ‘I see. Tell me, Signor Dellarosa…’ Edward paused, leaned forward. ‘Why is Oliveri not here in Florence today? I thought he had been informed we were coming. By the London office. By Aubrey Masters.’

      The Italian nodded, looking suddenly worried, and his voice faltered slightly when he replied, ‘I told Alfredo Oliveri it wasn’t necessary for him to come. I am here, and I run the Deravenel business interests in Italy. He knows nothing. Nothing more than I do.’

      ‘So what you are saying is that the cause of the fire is a genuine mystery. And also that our family members were not even burned in this fire. Very interesting. Very interesting indeed, Dellarosa.’

      Fabrizio was silent, staring back at Edward, and asking himself why he suddenly felt both nervous and threatened by this young man, a veritable giant blessed with an extraordinary physique and overwhelming good looks, who had the coldest СКАЧАТЬ