Dark Castle. Anne Mather

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      ‘That’s better,’ he remarked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘A few weeks of Mrs. Macpherson’s cooking and you’d soon fill out.’

      ‘I have no desire to fill out, thank you,’ returned Julie, pushing the trolley aside. ‘I was never a filled-out person!’

      ‘No – but you were nicely rounded,’ replied Jonas unabashed.

      Julie sighed and glanced pointedly at her watch. She was amazed to discover it was half past nine already. ‘Er – do you think Mrs. Macpherson will be long with the coffee?’ she asked. ‘I really am rather tired. I didn’t sleep much on the train last night, and I could do with an early night.’

      ‘An early night?’ Jonas lit himself another cheroot. ‘You disappoint me, Julie. I was looking forward to some after-dinner conversation.’

      Julie drew a deep breath. ‘I shouldn’t have thought you were short of after-dinner conversation, Jonas,’ she said sharply.

      Jonas frowned. ‘No? Why not? Have you no pity for a – lonely man?’

      ‘A lonely man?’ Her eyes were drawn to his. ‘Oh, come on, Jonas, that’s taking things a little too far, don’t you think?’

      He considered her mockingly. ‘Do I denote a trace of maliciousness in your tones?’

      ‘No. No, why should there be?’ Julie hunched her shoulders, half regretting her outburst.

      ‘That’s what I’m asking myself.’

      She sighed. ‘Oh, let’s stop all this verbal fencing!’

      ‘I couldn’t agree more.’

      Julie hesitated. ‘All right. I – I opened a drawer. In the bedroom. I saw some – clothes.’

      ‘Ah! I begin to comprehend.’ Jonas inhaled deeply.

      Julie stared at him, waiting for him to explain. But he merely nodded to himself and lay there, lazily blowing smoke rings into the air. She felt angry and frustrated, the more so because she guessed he would know how she was feeling, how eaten up with curiosity she was. But he was not about to satisfy her.

      Her hands clenched. Cool down, she told herself furiously. What did it matter? She didn’t care whose clothes they were. This time tomorrow she would be long gone, and she hoped she never had to set eyes on him again. She would see her solicitor when she got back to town. A divorce shouldn’t be too difficult to arrange, not after all this time, and then she would be free – really free.

      Another knock heralded the return of Mrs. Macpherson, this time carrying a tray on which reposed a jug of coffee, cream, sugar, and two cups.

      ‘Now – did you enjoy your dinner?’ she inquired anxiously.

      Julie forced an enthusiastic note to her voice. ‘Very much, Mrs. Macpherson. That syrup sponge was out of this world! You must give me the recipe before I leave.’

      ‘Before you leave, Mrs. Hunter? But you’ve only just got here—’

      ‘Mrs. Hunter means when we return to London,’ put in Jonas smoothly, levering himself off the couch and confronting Julie’s indignant stare. ‘Thank you, Mrs. Macpherson. We shan’t need you any more tonight.’

      ‘No, sir.’ Mrs. Macpherson moved slowly towards the door, propelling the trolley before her. ‘Oh, by the way, Rob’s taken up Mrs. Hunter’s cases. I hope you’ll be comfortable—’

      ‘I’m sure you’ve done everything to ensure that,’ interposed Jonas patiently, although it was obvious he was eager to have the housekeeper outside the door. ‘Good night, Mrs. Macpherson.’

      ‘Good night, sir. Good night, Mrs. Hunter.’

      ‘Good night.’ Julie spoke automatically, but as soon as the door was closed she sprang to her feet, and said: ‘Exactly what did you mean by that?’

      Jonas was calm again, leaning back against the door with indolent grace. ‘By what? What did I say?’

      ‘Oh, stop it, Jonas, you know what you said. Look, I don’t know what you’ve told these people – or why you couldn’t have introduced me as – as a reporter from Peridot and nothing more! But the fact remains that Mrs. Macpherson imagines we’re a normal married couple and that I’m here on some sort of holiday!’

      ‘Don’t get so heated about it.’ Jonas drew lazily on his cheroot. ‘You want an explanation? All right, I’ll give you one. My grandmother knew I was married. Naturally Rob and Jennie Macpherson knew I was married. Around here, marriage means something.’

      Julie shook her head confusedly. ‘Your grandmother?’

      ‘Laura Drummond. I inherited Castle Lochcraig from her.’

      ‘Mrs. Drummond! Oh! I see.’

      ‘I gather Mrs. Macpherson has mentioned her to you.’

      ‘Well, yes. She – she said that I’m sleeping in her bedroom.’

      ‘That’s right. You are. My grandparents always slept in the master bedroom. In the old days, things were done in style. It was my grandfather who had the gallery built on the upper floor. Until then, all the rooms led out of one another, which was rather awkward if one had visitors.’ He shrugged. ‘My grandfather did quite a lot of modernization one way and another, installing bathrooms and plumbing, central heating …’

      It explained why the inner wall of the gallery was not as thick as the outer wall, but it didn’t really answer her question.

      ‘The Macphersons have never met me,’ she protested.

      ‘No. But they did see the wedding photographs. You remember there were photographs. Rather good ones, if I remember correctly.’

      ‘But – but your grandmother wasn’t at the wedding.’

      ‘No,’ he said again. ‘She was very old when she died. Too fragile to travel all the way to London just for the wedding of her grandson.’

      ‘But you never mentioned that she lived in a Scottish castle. That you expected to inherit.’ Julie was still groping to find some reasonable motive in all of this.

      ‘Would it have made any difference if I had?’ he queried levelly, and her nails dug indignantly into her palms.

      ‘Of course not. You know what I mean.’

      ‘Umm.’ He straightened, flexing his back muscles. ‘Well, I didn’t expect to inherit. The castle has always passed to the eldest heir. My mother, who incidently didn’t get on with her mother – my grandmother was a rather autocratic old lady and didn’t approve of my father at all – had a brother, my Uncle Stuart. He was expected to inherit. Unfortunately, Stuart never married, and he was killed eighteen months ago in an air disaster in Switzerland.’

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