A Great Deliverance - By Elizabeth George Page 0,9
she moved down the hallway to the garden door, giving Barbara no choice but to follow. However, at her first glimpse of the cluster of linen-covered tables at which fashionably clad guests chatted and laughed, Barbara stepped quickly back into the dimly lit hall. Her fingers wandered up to her neck.
Lady Helen paused, her dark eyes reflective. "Shall I search Tommy out for you?" she offered with another quick smile. "It's a crush out there, isn't it?"
"Thank you," Barbara replied stiffly and watched her walk across the lawn to a group standing in merry conversation round a tall man who managed to look as if somehow he'd been born wearing morning clothes.
Lady Helen touched his arm and said a few words. The man looked towards the house, revealing a face that bore the unmistakable stamp of aristocracy. It was a Greek sculpture sort of face, unaccountably timeless. He brushed his blond hair back from his forehead, placed his champagne glass on a table nearby, and, after exchanging a quip with one of his friends, came towards the house with Lady Helen at his side.
From the safety of the shadows, Barbara watched Lynley's approach. His movements were graceful, fluid, like a cat's. He was the handsomest man she had ever seen. She loathed him.
"Sergeant Havers." He nodded when they joined her. "I'm not on call this weekend."
Barbara read the implication clearly:
You're interrupting me, Havers.
"Webberly sent me, sir. Ring him if you like." She didn't look at him directly as she replied but rather focussed her eyes somewhere just over his left shoulder.
"But surely he knows that today's the wedding, Tommy," Lady Helen protested mildly.
Lynley let out his breath in a puff of anger. "Damn and blast, of course he knows." He glanced out at the lawn, then sharply back to Barbara. "Is this Ripper business? I'd been told that John Stewart would join MacPherson."
"It's business in the North as far as I know. Some girl's involved." Barbara thought he'd appreciate that piece of information. Some spice to the case, just the way he liked it: a tart for dessert. She waited for him to demand the particulars that, no doubt, were first and foremost on his mind: age, marital status, and measurements of the damsel whose distress he was only too willing to alleviate.
His eyes narrowed. "In the North?"
Lady Helen laughed regretfully. "Well, there go our plans to go dancing tonight, Tommy darling, and I was just persuading Sidney to come as well."
"I suppose it can't be helped," Lynley replied. But he moved abruptly from the shadows into the light, and both the tightness of the movement and the play of a repressed reaction on his face told Barbara how irritated he really was.
Lady Helen evidently saw this as well, for she spoke again cheerfully. "Of course, Sid and I could easily go dancing alone. With androgyny the rage, no doubt one of us might be taken for a man no matter how we dress. Or there's Jeffrey Cusick. We could telephone him." It was somehow a personal joke between them and it had its desired effect, for Lynley relaxed into a smile. He followed it with a dry chuckle.
"Cusick? My God, these are desperate times."
"Oh, you may laugh," Lady Helen replied and did so herself, "but he took us to Royal Ascot when you were far too busily engaged in some bloodthirsty murder watch at St. Pancras Station. Cambridge men, you see, have all sorts of fine qualities."
Lynley laughed outright. "Among which is the tendency to look like a penguin when formally dressed."
"You dreadful creature!" Lady Helen gave her attention to Barbara. "May I at least offer you some lovely crab salad before you drag Tommy back to the Yard? Years ago, I was served the most terrifying egg sandwich there. If the food's not improved, this may be your last chance to eat well today."
Barbara glanced at her watch. She sensed an undercurrent of urgency in Lynley and knew quite well that he wanted her to accept the invitation so that he'd have a few more minutes with his friends before being called back to duty. She wasn't about to accommodate him. "There's a meeting in twenty minutes, I'm afraid."
Lady Helen sighed. "Well, that's hardly enough time to do it the justice it deserves. Shall I wait for you, Tommy, or shall I phone Jeffrey?"
"Don't do that," Lynley responded. "Your father would never forgive you for putting your future into the hands of Cambridge."