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Hu
“You know the one—there’s the three Graces on the left, sketchily dressed in diaphanous dresses, dancing about in a bosky dell, cupids and cherubs shooting each other and just to the right of centre, the only one who’s looking at the camera, so to speak, the most amazing girl with honey-coloured hair, a deliciously wicked smile and slanting eyes. She’s offering you a choice bloom from her pi
“I know it. A bit flowery-bowery for my taste. If lusting after painted ladies is all the go, I’ll admit to being more in tune with Peter Lely. All those Stuart beauties in slippery amber-gold boudoir gowns, pearl drops and just the odd rosebud carefully placed. There’s one of the Countess of Oxford … or is she the Countess of Halifax …?”
Joe knew when he was being sent up. “Ah, yes. Who needs ‘Tit-Bits’ when we have the ‘Tate’ for titillation? But—speaking of aristocratic ladies, I’d guess you are now taking me to the Hall to present me to the Dowager, Sir James’s widowed mother. Is that what you have in mind?”
Hu
“Sounds like a good plan. Perhaps while we’re at the Hall I can ask to use the telephone. I didn’t think we could impose on Adelaide Hartest, though I assume the vet has one.”
Joe had unconsciously stumbled into an odd pocket of resentment, judging by the abrupt increase in speed and the exclamation that followed.
“You’ll need some change in your pocket. Bloody English aristocrats! They’ll freely lend you their second best castle for a month, their Rolls-Royce for a week, their mistress for a night but if you want to use their telephone for five minutes that’ll be sixpence please. Just leave it in the dish next to the telephone. Even if you’re reporting that the vicar’s fallen downstairs and broken his neck. If you want a stamp to post a letter it’ll cost you twopence—”
“It’s all right, Hu
Hu
He stopped in front of a house rather larger than the run of cottages strung out along the road and Joe stepped out to admire. Unlike the other reed-thatched dwellings, this one had a steeply pitched roof with an undulating coverlet of plain tiles of all colours from a red so dark it was almost black, fading to buff and cream. Its long front was plastered and colour-washed in the Suffolk way in the brownish-pink of ox blood, dark under the eaves where protected from the rain, bleached to almost white at the level of the brick plinth which ran around the house.
The central front door was a stout affair of weathered oak in wide planks, flattered by a lavishly carved eighteenth-century doorcase of a quality Grinling Gibbons would not have blushed for, brought in from elsewhere, Joe guessed, and scaled down to fit its more modest circumstances. Seeing his eyes on it, Hu
“Better a fragment than a pile of ashes,” Joe supplied. “And you kept the best bits.” His hand went out automatically to pat the cheek of a carved cherub, who seemed to smile down an acknowledgement.
The windows on either side were of different sizes and inserted at different levels; tiny panes of ancient glass in leaded frames sat alongside more generously sized panes of Georgian glass. Precisely marking the centre of the cottage, an imposing chimney stack thrust upwards, its bulk unsuccessfully disguised by a barley-sugar twist of decorative brick-work.
Joe stood, absorbed, trying to grasp the essence of this layering of styles and materials. He realised that Hu
Hu
As he put out a hand to open the door, the clip-clop of hooves down the High Street caught his attention and he groaned. “We’ve got company. Sandilands—you’ll be needing the old bat’s Christian name. It’s Cecily.”
CECILY, LADY TRUELOVE, hailed them in her hunting-field voice from a distance of a hundred yards. She advanced on them riding a sleek black hunter at a dignified trot, a groom following a discreet distance behind her.
The two men, caught unprepared, straightened their ties, checked each other’s smile and stood ready to greet her.
“Morning, Hu
Hu
“Where’ve you got to in your day, Commissioner?” she wanted to know without preamble.
“We’ve just visited the veterinarian and, with your permission, your ladyship, will next undertake a tour of the stables and speak to the grooms.” Joe was equally brief but his smile was engaging.
She nodded. “By the time you’ve finished you should have some useful insights into the animal kingdom. You may share them with me over lunch. One o’clock suit you?” She glanced with approval at Joe’s luggage on the back seat. “I see you’ve come prepared. I trust your man has stowed away your evening clothes in there. You are expected for di
“I do beg your pardon, madam, but I had no idea you were counting on me to stay. I’ve arranged to have di
The reply was a short and sharp: “Nonsense!” A gloved hand twitched in irritation. “See to it, Hu