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Chapter 804
At seven o'clock, an hour before the hall, Alex's phone buzzed in the kennel yard."Good evening, sir," Natasha said. "I'm sorry to call you at home.""Can it wait? My cousin is kneeling at eight. I've been practicing my clapping.""Of course, sir. Only, you told me once: if a noble house ever needs help, I am to tell you first." A small pause. "Count Morgan is dying. The doctors say he won't see the morning—not even the next few hours. His daughter heard about the man who treated the second queen; she has asked for the Ferryman."Alex went still. He needed to secure the noble support."The Morgans," he said. "They've never taken a side.""No, sir. Tonight they might take yours." A pause. "I'm at the kennel gate. I didn't come in, sir. The dogs and I have an understanding."He looked across the wet yard at the great house. Every window was lit.He had heard Patricia's whisper on the step that afternoon. Tonight. In the hall. I'm not finished. But Patricia was never finished."She'll k
Chapter 803
At two o'clock Patricia lifted a glass of champagne on the rose lawn and said, "To Tiffany. Partner of Halcyon.""To Tiffany!" Cordelia cried, and drank hers in one go.Patricia's own glass trembled as she lifted it, and a little champagne slopped over her fingers. "This wind," she laughed. "It goes right through you."A reporter from the Westmere Gazette and his photographer stood on the grass in front of the white table under the awning. Pauline had always called the paper herself on any day the house meant to be admired. For sixty years the Gazette had printed every Tiffany party on this lawn, and never once a Tiffany who lived behind the garage. The wet grass smelled freshly cut. Two bottles sweated in a silver bucket of ice.Behind the hedge at the bottom of the lawn, Alex sat on an upturned bucket, mending a broken garden chair that nobody had asked him to mend.Nobody noticed him. That was the nice thing about being the idiot."Miss Tiffany," the reporter said, pencil ready. "Y
chapter 802
Patricia had seen the tremble go quiet. Her smile thinned, and she snapped her fingers without looking round."Waiter. Take my cousin a glass of water. From the house." She filled a fresh glass from her own jug, her back to the judges, and her right hand passed over it once, as if brushing away a crumb. "Poor thing looks dreadful."The masked waiter took it on his tray. Halfway down the room, he breathed in. Violets.Reeve's drops had always smelled like that. For two years they had gone up the tower stairs once a month in a brown bottle, forty dollars at a time, and a girl had gone a little further into the dark with every one.At the side table he poured a fresh glass from the judges' jug for Serena. The violet glass went back beside Patricia, in place of her own. Nobody ever watched the waiter.The woman judge in the grey coat leaned forward, fascinated, murmuring as Serena poured blind with her eyes shut."Mineral. She's taken the cold mineral first. Now moss. Now that grey sweet
Chapter 801
The doorman stopped him on the top step with one gloved hand and pointed at a small brass sign by the glass doors.No dogs.Alex read it carefully. Then he read the back of it."It doesn't say anything about idiots," he told the doorman, encouraged.The doorman, against every year of his training, leaned over and checked the back of the sign too.Friday had come in cold and bright, gulls screaming over the fish market. He had been up since four. The old man who ran this tower owed the harbour boss a fortune, and the boss had kept him on a leash with that debt for years. At four that morning Alex had sent Natasha one line: Buy that debt. Quietly. By breakfast, the leash would belong to Halcyon.Serena stood beside him with her mother's case. He could hear her counting."If I lose," she said, very low, "we're out of the gate tonight. In the rain.""Then I'll carry the case," Alex said. "It's lighter going downhill."Something like a laugh moved in her face. "Patricia has my mother's not
Chapter 800
At eight o'clock the black envelope lay on the white cloth in front of the Baroness, and nobody at the long table had touched their toast.The Baroness had ordered breakfast laid in the great hall this morning, not the dining room, and everyone knew why. For two hundred years Tiffany brides had stood in this hall to speak their choice, and the Baroness had always kept her hardest words for it. The hall smelled of cold butter and coffee gone bitter in the pot. Grey light lay on the silver chairs.Serena stood at the foot of the table. Her husband stood one step behind her, in his old Harland coat, with his hands folded like a boy called up in front of the class.The Baroness picked up the card with two thin fingers and read it out loud, flat and dry."Halcyon Group requests the presence of Serena Tiffany on Friday, in her own name, as an independent nose. One bench has been held for her. It will not be held for anyone else."She put it down.Then Patricia laughed. Bright and sweet, the
Chapter 799
The knock came after dark. Three hard knocks, quick and careless.Not his. Her husband knocked twice, soft, then a third time, a little late, as if he was sorry to bother the door.Serena sat on the bed by the wall with the black envelope in her lap.The kennels breathed through the bricks behind her, warm straw and wet fur. A hound snored. The card had gone warm from her hands."Who is it?" she called warily."Your future, cousin," a lazy voice drawled through the wood. "Open up. It's cold out here, and I'm wearing my good coat."Julian Pryce.She slid the envelope under the pillow and opened the door four inches.He leaned on the frame, handsome in a smooth, polished way. Brandy on his breath. Night frost on the shoulders of his camel coat."You're lost," Serena said flatly. "The guest wing is on the other side of the house.""I know where the guest wing is," Julian said, amused. "I've come to rescue you from this one." He looked past her at the bare bulb and the two narrow beds, an
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