âDon't worry, I'll talk to Comfrey first thing in the morning,' Kingsley assured them. âHe'll be able to work out some sort of discreet arrangement with the authorities.'
Richard and Henry, flanking him as they came out of the study, exchanged glances. Could they trust him?
âVerity can drive me back to town.' Kingsley was trying to give the impression that he still controlled events.
âYou'll be all right?' Margot felt compelled to ask, perhaps for old times' sake.
âEventually â¦' He gave her a wry smile. âI'll have to have a word with the Prime Minister and tender my resignation as soon as I've talked with Comfrey. Spare the party as much embarrassment as possible, they've had too many scandals in recent years.'
âScandal?' Verity was quick to pounce. âWhat do you mean? What's going on?'
âNothing. It's all over. I'll explain on the way back to town.' He would have one fully sympathetic listener, at any rate. The discrepancies in his story, already becoming apparent to Margot, would not matter. In Verity's eyes, he could do no wrong.
âWell â¦' Kingsley opened the door and hesitated. Uncle Wilfred nodded. Allowing him a few hours' grace to try to sort out his affairs had been agreed. It would look a lot better if he went to the police of his own accord.
âTell Lynette ⦠Tell Lynette â¦' Kingsley shook his head, looking from one to the other. âWell, you'll think of something. Just make sure she knows I've always loved her.'
âKingsley -?' There was a sharp note of anxiety in Verity's voice. âKingsley, what -?'
âWe must be going now.' He took her arm. âCome along ⦠my darling.'
âOh!' Verity gasped and looked around to make sure everyone had heard what amounted to a declaration. âYes. Yes, my love.'
The door closed behind them.
âI suppose he
will
go back to London?' Richard questioned uneasily. âThey won't go and wrap themselves around a tree, or anything?'
âMy money's on a dash for the nearest port,' Henry said. âA quick trip across to the Continent and then onward to some country we don't have an extradition treaty with. Too bad he killed his best contact for that sort of thing.'
âBut the police â¦?' Margot leaned against the wall weakly, although perhaps not as weak as she had been.
âIt doesn't matter.' Uncle Wilfred flourished the sheets of paper containing Kingsley's handwritten confession. Whatever happened, Chloe's release was ensured.
âThe Prime Minister â¦?'
âIt will be in his interests as well as ours to play this down as much as possible,' Richard said.
âIt can't be long before there's a plane crash, or natural disaster, or even another scandal.' Emmeline spoke thoughtfully. âThe media will go off chasing that and we'll be forgotten.'
âReally forgotten, this time,' Henry agreed. âA husband murdering his wife isn't nearly so newsworthy as a twin killing her twin. And with a second woman dead, the whole thing will be presented as some sort of eternal triangle.'
Much more palatable than the real truth about Claudia â for all concerned. Memories would fade. Perhaps in another term or two, Emmeline could go back to her school. Aunt Milly would improve with Chloe back home where she belonged. The others could go back to their jobs and take up their lives again.
And Lynette �
Behind them, the stair creaked and they turned to see Lynette slowly and carefully descending, cradling Tikki in her arms. She looked up and became aware of her audience.
âEmmeline took my bell away,' she complained. âAnd Tikki's hungry. He wants his dinner.' She glanced uneasily at Uncle Wilfred and added, âHe's going to be a good boy and stay home now. He promised me.'
âHe's been spending a lot more time here of late,' Emmeline said. âPerhaps he is back.'
âPerhaps?' Uncle Wilfred gave Tikki an indignant glare. Tikki gave him a melting look in return. He softened. âOh, well, give him the benefit of the doubt, eh? Live and let â' Automatically, he broke off, then seemed to realise that such care was no longer necessary. âLet live!' he finished triumphantly. âLive and let live!'
âThat's the spirit!' Emmeline applauded. âJust a little while longer and we can all get back to our own lives.'
A little while longer.
What a comforting euphemism for
âone last scandal' â
or possibly not, depending on Kingsley's next move. Surely he would try to shield Lynette from any more hurt; wouldn't he?
No one quite dared to remark on Lynette's sudden appearance among them, perhaps afraid that they might startle her into a retreat. It had been a big step for her to take. There were still so many steps to go. So far, so good. Softly ⦠softly â¦
Margot closed her eyes briefly and was aware of the comforting pressure of Richard's arm supporting her and Nan's hand patting her shoulder. She opened her
eyes and smiled at them. Whatever happened about Kingsley, life would go forward and she had steps of her own to take.
She'd have her good cameras sent on to her from New York. Yes, and she'd keep the apartment there. If the show transferred to Broadway, it would be useful for Christa to have a place to stay. Nor was it likely to be too long before Justin and Fenella got a New York booking. Yes, a family pied-a-terre in Manhattan would be endlessly useful.
âOur Margot has come home,' Uncle Wilfred put an arm around Lynette's shoulders, urging her forward. âYour Aunt Chloe will be home any day, so why not Tikki, too? Come along, I happen to know there's a very tasty bit of salmon hidden away at the back of the fridge. I was saving it for myself, but â' A beatific smile lit his face. âI'm not all that hungry somehow. I'll share it with you and Tikki.'