A Suitable Vengeance - By Elizabeth George Page 0,32

child in whom he no doubt had little more than a passing interest.

"We're in the worst possible state," Nancy was continuing. "He's bought word processors.

Two different printers. Equipment for home. Equipment for work. All sorts of things. But there's not enough money. We've taken Gull Cottage and now the rent's been raised. We can't pay it. We've missed the last two months as it is, and if we lose the cottage" - she faltered but again drew herself together - "I don't know what we'll do."

"Gull Cottage?" It was the last thing he had expected her to say. "Are you talking about Roderick Trenarrow's old place in Nanrunnel?"

She smoothed the handkerchief out along the length of her leg, plucking at a loose thread on the A embroidered at one corner. "Mick and Dad never got on, did they? And we needed to move once the baby came. So Mick made arrangements with Dr. Trenarrow for us to take Gull Cottage."

"And you find yourselves overextended."

"We're to pay each month. But these last two months, Mick hasn't paid. Dr. Trenarrow's phoned him, but Mick isn't bothered a bit. He says money's tight and they'll talk about it when he gets back from London."

"London?"

"A story he's been working on there. The one he's been waiting for, he says. To set him up as a journalist. The kind he wants to be. He thinks he can sell it as a free-lance piece the way he used to. Maybe even get a television documentary made. And then there'll be money. But for now there's nothing. I'm so afraid we'll end up on the streets. Or living in the newspaper office. That tiny room in the back with a single cot. We can't come back here. Dad wouldn't have it."

'I take it your father knows nothing about all this?" 'Oh no! If he knew ..." She raised a hand to her mouth.

'Money's not a problem, Nancy," Lynley said. He was relieved, in fact, that it was only money she wanted from him and not an understanding little chat with her landlord. "I'll lend you what you want. Take whatever time you need to pay me back. But I don't understand why your father mustn't know.

Mick's expenditures seem reasonable if he's trying to modernise the paper. Any bank would - "

"She'll not tell you everything," John Penellin said grimly from the doorway. "Shame alone will stop her from telling it all. Shame, pure and simple. The best she's got from Mick Cambrey."

With a cry, Nancy jumped to her feet, body arched for flight. Lynley rose to intervene.

"Dad." She reached out towards him. Voice and gesture both offered placation.

"Tell him the rest," her father said. He advanced into the room, but he shut the door behind him to prevent Nancy's escape. "Since you've aired half your dirty linen for his lordship, tell him the rest. You've asked for money, haven't you? Then tell him the rest so he understands what kind of man's on the receiving end of his investment."

"It's not what you think."

"Isn't it?" Penellin looked at Lynley. "Mick Cambrey spends money on that newspaper, all right. There's truth in that. But the rest he spends on his lady friends. And it's Nancy's own money, isn't it, girl? Earned at her jobs. How many jobs, Nance? All the bookkeeping jobs in Penzance and Nan runnel. And then every night at the Anchor and Rose. With little Molly in a basket on the floor of the pub kitchen because her father can't be bothered away from his writing to see to her while Nancy works to support them all.

Only it's not his writing he's taken up with, is it? It's his women. How many are there now, Nance?"

"It isn't true," Nancy said. "That's all in the past. It's the newspaper costs, Dad. Nothing else."

"Don't make your shame worse by colouring it with a lie. Mick Cambrey's no good.

Never was. Never will be. Oh, perhaps good enough to get the clothes off an inexperienced girl and plant his baby inside her. But not good enough to do a thing about it without being forced. And look at yourself, Nance, a shining example of the man's affection for you. Look at your clothes. Look at your face."

"It's not his fault."

"See what he's helped you become."

"He doesn't know I'm here. He'd never let me ask - "

"But he'll take the money, won't he? And never question how you came by it. Just as long as it meets his needs. And what