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‘I’ll drive you,’ Roscoe said.
‘No you won’t, I will,’ Charlie was quick to say.
‘Neither of you will,’ Pippa said. ‘Mr Havering, will you call me a taxi?’
‘I’ll drive you,’ Charlie insisted.
‘Shut up!’ his brother said impatiently. ‘Can’t you see she’s had enough of the pair of us tonight? Miss Jenson, I suggest that the next meeting should be at my office. My secretary will call you to fix a time.’
‘Certainly,’ she said in her most efficient tone.
‘I know you can rescue me,’ Charlie said. ‘We’ll do it together because I’m going to take your advice in everything.’
He said the last word with a breathless sincerity that made her regard him wryly. His eyes twinkled back at her and they laughed together.
Angela came in and demanded to know what was happening. Charlie proclaimed his faith in Pippa, which made his mother embrace her.
Roscoe took no part in this. He was calling the taxi.
Just before it arrived, Charlie came to stand before her. ‘There’s something I’ve just got to know,’ he breathed.
‘I’ll tell you if I can,’ she promised. ‘What is it?’
‘This,’ he said, putting a hand behind her head and whipping out the clip in her hair, letting her glorious locks flow free.
‘I’ve wanted to do that ever since we met,’ he said.
‘Then you should be ashamed of yourself,’ Roscoe growled. ‘That’s no way to treat a lady.’
‘Pippa’s not offended,’ Charlie pleaded. ‘Are you? ‘
‘No, I’m not offended, but right this minute I feel like your nursemaid. I think you should call me Nanny.’
‘Not in a million years,’ he said fervently.
She gave a crow of laughter. ‘Well, my taxi seems to be here, so I’m leaving now. I’ll see you soon.’
Charlie and Angela came with her to the gate, but Roscoe stayed back, declaring curtly that he had work to do. At the last minute he pushed a scrap of paper into Pippa’s hand and turned away to climb the stairs.
As the taxi drew away she strained to read what was on the paper, mystified by Roscoe. When her hair flowed free she’d caught a glimpse of his face, full of shock as though he’d been stunned. But that made no sense. He’d seen her hair the night before. There was nothing to surprise him. Yet a man who’d been punched in the stomach might have looked like that.
Now he was giving her secret notes, and she wondered if his stern facade had melted long enough for him to send her a personal message. Could he be reacting to her as a man to a woman? She found herself hoping so. There was something about him that made her want to know more. In another moment she would find out.
Then she passed under a street lamp long enough to see what he’d written to her.
It was the address of his client’s computer firm.
CHAPTER FIVE (#ulink_e705ae6d-72ce-5c17-969b-9d92f64a1587)
NEXT morning Roscoe’s secretary called and they set up the appointment at his office for the following day. An hour later Charlie came on the line, wanting to see her that night. Since there was still much she needed to discover she reluctantly agreed to let him take her to The Diamond, although a night-club wasn’t the place she would have chosen.
She supposed she should notify Roscoe, but she stopped her hand on the way to the phone. He was just a tad too controlling for her taste, and yielding to it would only make him worse. She would make a report afterwards.
That evening she dressed carefully, choosing a fairly sedate black satin gown with a long hem and modest neck. She’d beguiled Charlie enough to secure his attention, but she had no wish to entice him further.
Downstairs, he had a car waiting, complete with chauffeur.
‘I hired it for the evening,’ he said, getting in beside her. ‘I don’t want to drive, I want to concentrate on you, now I have you all to myself.’
‘That’s lovely,’ she said. ‘Just you, me and my notebook.’
‘Notebook?’
‘Well, this is a professional consultation, isn’t it? You’re going to fill me in on any aspects of the case that were overlooked before.’
He grimaced.
At The Diamond she had to admit that he was a skilled host, recommending dishes from the elaborate menu, knowing which wine to order. He seemed in a chirpy mood, but at last she looked up to find his face pervaded by a wry, almost hangdog look.
‘I guess you were right about Ginevra,’ he said. ‘I tried to call her. I know you told me not to, but I had to try.’
‘What happened?’
‘She hung up. I can’t believe I was taken in so easily. But at least now I’ve got you. You’re my friend, aren’t you? Really my friend, not just because Roscoe has hired your legal skills?’
‘Roscoe does a lot for you,’ she reminded him.
‘I know I should be grateful to him. He’s always looked after me, but…but he does too much, so that sometimes I feel I don’t know who I really am. What would I do if I was left to myself? Stupid things, probably.’
‘Why don’t you tell me about it?’
Once Charlie started to talk, it all came tumbling out—the years of growing up in the shadow of tragedy, the crushing awareness that he was all his mother lived for, the feeling that he could never be free.
‘My dad killed himself,’ he said sombrely, ‘but Roscoe won’t allow it to be mentioned, especially to Mum. That’s his way. “Do this, Charlie, don’t do that. Join the firm, Charlie—”’
‘Did he make you join his firm?’
‘He suggested it, and what Roscoe “suggests” tends to happen.’
‘Couldn’t you have held out against him? ‘
‘I suppose. Actually, I feel a bit guilty about Roscoe. I get mad at him, but I do know the truth.’
‘Which is?’
‘That he’s always had the rough end of the stick. I think Mum blames him for Dad’s death, not openly but she says things like, “If only he hadn’t been so tired that day, he might not have crashed.” And she says other things—so that I just know she thinks Roscoe wasn’t pulling his weight.’
‘Do you believe that?’
‘No, not now I’m in the firm and know a bit about how it works. Roscoe was the same age I am now, still learning the business, and there was only so much he could have done. And I’ve talked to people who were there at that time and they all say there was a big crash coming, and nobody could believe “that kid” could avoid it.’
‘“That kid,”’ she murmured. ‘It’s hard to see him like that.’
‘I know, but that’s how they thought of him back then. And they were all astounded when he got them through. I respect him—you have to—but I can see what it made him. Sometimes I feel guilty. He saved the rest of us but it damaged him terribly, and Mum just blames him because…well…’
‘Maybe she needs someone to blame,’ Pippa suggested gently.
‘Something like that. And it’s so unfair that I feel sorry for him. Hey, don’t tell him I said that. He’d murder me!’
‘And then he’d murder me’ she agreed. ‘Promise.’ She laid a finger over her lips.
‘The reason I don’t deal with Roscoe very well is that I’m always in two minds about him. I admire him to bits for what he’s achieved in the firm, and the way he puts up with Mum’s behaviour without complaining.’
‘Does he mind about her very much?’
‘Oh, yes. He doesn’t say anything but I see his face sometimes, and it hurts him.’
‘Have you tried talking to him about it?’
‘Yes, and I’ve been slapped down. He shuts it away inside himself, and I resent that. He’s been a good brother to me, but he won’t let me be a good brother to him. That’s what I was saying; one moment I admire him and sympathise with him. The next moment I want to thump him for being a tyrant. I’m afraid his tyrant side outweighs the other one by about ten to one.’
‘If you weren’t a stockbroker, what would you have liked to do?’ she asked.
‘I don’t know. Something colourful where I didn’t have to wear a formal suit.’ He gave a comical sigh. ‘I guess I’m just a lost cause.’
She smiled, feeling as sympathetic as she would have done with a younger brother. Beneath the frivolous boy, she could detect the makings of a generous, thoughtful man with, strangely, a lot in common with his brother. Charlie wasn’t the weakling she’d first thought. He had much inner strength. It was just a different kind of strength from Roscoe.
‘You’re not a lost cause,’ she said, reaching over the table and laying her hands on his shoulders. ‘I say you’re not, and what I say goes.’
He grinned. ‘Now you sound just like Roscoe.’
‘Well, I am like Roscoe.’ Briefly, she enclosed his face between her hands. ‘He’s not the only one who can give orders, and my orders to you are to cheer up because I’m going to make things all right.’
She dropped her hands but gave him a comforting sisterly smile.
‘D’you know, I really believe you can,’ he mused. ‘I think you could take on even Roscoe and win.’
‘Well, somewhere in this world there has to be someone who can crush him beneath her heels.’
‘His fiancée couldn’t.’
‘His fiancée?’ Pippa echoed, startled. Since learning that Roscoe lived alone, she had somehow never connected him with romantic entanglements.
‘It was a few years back. Her name was Verity and she was terribly “suitable”. She worked in the firm, and Roscoe used to say that she knew as much about finance as he did.’
‘I dare say she’d need to,’ Pippa said, nodding.
‘Right. It makes you wonder what they talked about when they were alone. The latest exchange rate? What the Dow-Jones index was doing?’
‘What did she look like?’
‘Pretty enough, but I think it was chiefly her mental qualities he admired.’
‘Charlie, a man doesn’t ask a woman to marry him because of her mental qualities.’
‘Roscoe isn’t like other men. Beauty passes him by.’
‘Then why did you warn me against going up to his room yesterday?’
‘I was only joking. I knew he had no interest in you that way. Don’t you remember? He said so himself.’
‘Yes,’ she murmured. ‘He did, didn’t he?’
After that, she relapsed into thought.
Another bottle of wine was served and Charlie drank deeply, making Pippa glad he wasn’t driving.
‘Was he very much in love with her?’ she asked.
‘I don’t know. Like I said, he doesn’t talk about his feelings. He wanted her in his way. The rest of us look at a beautiful woman and think Wow! Roscoe thinks, Will she do me credit? I don’t think he’s ever thought Wow! in his life.’
Oh, yes, he has, she thought, gazing silently into her glass.
Noticing nothing, Charlie continued, ‘She could be relied on to know what was important—money, propriety, making the world bow down before you. And she’d give him intelligent children who would eventually go into the business. What more could he want?’
‘Surely you’re being unfair?’
‘Well, losing her didn’t seem to break his heart. He didn’t even tell us at the time. One day I mentioned that we hadn’t seen her for a while and then he said they’d broken up weeks ago. Any normal man would drown his sorrows in the pub with his mates, but not him. He just fired her and she ceased to exist.’
‘He actually fired her?’ Pippa was startled.
‘Well, he said she’d left the firm, but I reckon he made her understand that she’d better leave.’
She felt as though someone had struck her over the heart, which was surely absurd? From the start, she’d sensed that Roscoe was a harsh, controlling man, indifferent to the feelings of others as long as his rule was unchallenged. So why should she care if her worst opinion was confirmed?
Because she’d also thought she saw another side to him—warmer, more human. And because Charlie himself had spoken of that softer side. But the moment had passed. Charlie had switched back from the sympathetic brother to the rebellious kid, and in doing so he’d changed the light on Roscoe who was now, once more, the tyrant.
She knew a glimmer of sadness, but suppressed it. Much better to be realistic.
It was time for the cabaret. Dancers skipped across the stage, a crooner crooned, a comedian strutted his stuff. She thought him fairly amusing but Charlie was more critical.
‘His performance was a mess,’ he said as the space was cleared for dancing. ‘Listen.’
To her surprise, he rattled through the last joke, word perfect and superbly timed. Then he went back and repeated an earlier part of the act, also exactly right, as far as she could judge.
‘I’m impressed,’ she said. ‘I’ve never come across such a memory.’
He shrugged. ‘It convinced Roscoe that I was bright enough to be a stockbroker, so you might say it ruined my life.’
