highly restless and not in the least pleased to see her.
‘I’ll go for a walk,’ he said. ‘I can see I’m not wanted.’
‘You’ll stay right where you are and pour us some cokes,’ I said firmly. We looked at each other, both knowing that if he went for a walk it would lead to the pub.
‘All right,’ he said abruptly. ‘You bloody bully.’
I cooked the lunch: steaks and grilled tomatoes. Crispin said that Sophie ought to do it and Sophie said you should never interfere in someone else’s kitchen. They looked at each other with unfriendly eyes as if each wishing that the other wasn’t there. Not the most relaxed of Sunday lunch parties, I thought: and Vic telephoned with the coffee.
‘My friend will meet you,’ he said. ‘For five minutes only. Like you said.’
‘Where?’ I asked.
‘Here. At my house. Six o’clock.’
‘I’ll be there,’ I said.
His voice held a mixture of instructions and anxiety. ‘You’ll cancel those blood tests?’
‘Yeah,’ I said. ‘After the meeting, I will.’
I went back to the kitchen. Sophie was smoking and Crispin glowered at his coffee as if it were an enemy. When we were alone he often stacked the plates in the dishwasher but I knew he wouldn’t do it while she was there. He took it for granted that if there was a woman in the room she would do the household chores, even if she were a guest. Sophie saw no reason to do jobs she disliked, and her host’s jobs at that, simply because she was female. I watched the two of them with a sad sort of amusement, my liability of a brother and the girl who wouldn’t be my wife.
During the afternoon Peter and Sue rang to say they were staying overnight with Sue’s parents and consequently couldn’t take Sophie home. Would I mind frightfully driving her home myself.
I explained to Sophie that I had an appointment near Epsom.
‘That’s all right,’ she said. ‘I’ll wait in the car while you do your business, and we can go on to my place after.’
A flicker of caution made me uneasy. ‘I’m going to see Vic Vincent,’ I said.
‘Is he likely to be as lethal as Fynedale?’
I smiled. ‘No.’
‘And don’t forget it was a good job I was with you at Ascot.’
‘I haven’t.’
‘Well, then.’
So I took her.
Crispin followed us out to the car. ‘I suppose you won’t be back till bloody morning,’ he said.
‘Whether I am or not, you’ll be all right.’
He looked at me in desperation. ‘You know I bloody won’t.’
‘You can be if you want to,’ I said persuasively.
‘Sod you, Jonah.’
He stood and watched us as I started the car and drove away. As usual he had made me feel a grinding guilt at leaving him to struggle alone. As usual I told myself that if he were ever to beat the drink he would have to stay off it when I wasn’t there. I simply couldn’t be beside him every minute of his life.
We drove towards Epsom. We were early, by design. Vic had said six o’clock, but I thought that a preliminary scout around might be prudent. The friend, whoever he was, had already sent a load of trouble my way, and I had a minimum of faith that all would henceforth be caviar and handshakes.
I drove fifty yards past the entrance to Vic’s drive, and pulled up on the grass verge with Sophie’s door pressed close against the hedge. I switched off the lights and turned to her.
‘When I go, lock my door behind me,’ I said. ‘And don’t get out of the car.’
‘Jonah…. You really do think Vic might be lethal.’
‘Not Vic. But he might have someone else with him…. I don’t know. Anyway, I’ll be much happier if I’m sure you’re sitting here snug and safe.’
‘But…’
‘No buts.’ I kissed her lightly. ‘I’ll be back in half an hour or so. If I’m not here by six thirty, drive on into Epsom and raise a posse.’
‘I don’t like it.’
‘Put the rug round you, or you’ll get cold.’
I slid out of the car and watched her lock the door. Waved. Smiled as if I were going to the circus. Went away.
The night was not pitch dark. Few nights are. My eyes adjusted to the dimness and I went quietly through the gateway and up alongside the drive, walking on the grass. I had worn for the occasion a black sweater and dark trousers, black rubber-soled shoes. I pulled a pair of gloves from my pocket and put them