Oh, Max, dont... Her heart was wrung, and Alethea couldnt bear her sisters distress. She left off wiping down the work surfaces and went over to put an arm around Maxine. Perhaps it wont come to jail. Perhaps someone will speak up for him. Has Keith a friend at work who...?
He hasnt been there all that long. He knows no one really, except... Maxine broke off to wipe her eyes. Except, you, she ended.
For several witless seconds Alethea stated at her. Me? she questioned, smiling nervously as she sought to understand what her sister meant. What have I...?
You know Trent de Havilland, Maxine enlightened her.
Tr... Aletheas lovely violet eyes widened in alarm as, appalled, comprehension started to dawn. Yes, but... She gasped.
You could go to his party tonight and, if need be, beg him not to prosecute. Maxine, it seemed, after hours of worrying, had come up with the only possible solution.
I couldnt do that! Alethea argued in a strangled voice.
Why not? Maxine wanted to know, sounding tougher than she looked. Id do it for you.
Oh, Maxine... Alethea cried. Her sisters distress was her distress. But surely Maxine could see that Alethea couldnt possibly do what she was asking. Trent doesnt even know Keith. Hed have no idea who on earth I was talking about. She tried to counter Maxines insane idea with reason.
He doesnt have to know Keith, Maxine continued. Hes the chairman of the whole shoot. All he has to do is pick up the phone and give the order to drop the prosecution and...
Oh, Heavens! Maxine was seeing her wild notion as perfectly feasible, Alethea could see that she was. But Keith stole from him! she cut in to protest.
And youre his sister-in-law, my sister and aunt to his three children, Maxine said forcefully. This was her only chance and for her three children she would fightand expect their aunt to do the same.
Imsorry, Alethea mumbled, and, unable to bear the accusing look in Maxines eyes, she left the kitchen and went up to her room, with an unbearable weight of guilt dogging her footsteps.
That same guilt plagued her for another half an hour while she sat on her bed and tried to forget Maxines tear-stained face. Maxine seemed to think there was nothing to it. That Alethea could just bowl up to Trents gathering and do as she asked. But how could she?
Another half an hour went by and, wriggle though she might, Alethea, thinking of Maxine tearing herself apart, thinking of Maxines pronouncement, Id do it for you, found she had presented herself with a new problem: how could she not do it?
She didnt want to do it. No way did she want to do it. The idea of driving over to the smart area where Trent de Havilland lived, of ringing his doorbell and then of somehow or other getting him alone and saying, Oh, by the way... and then confessing she was the sister-in-law of a man who had robbed his company, and going on from there to ask him to stop the prosecution, was utterly and totally ludicrous.
Why should Trent do it? Why should he take any notice, for goodness sake? He was a businessman, for certain upright in all his dealings, or Hector Chapman would not consider him a friend. So why, in creation, should Trent take any notice of her, someone he barely knew, pleading the case of someone he didnt know, but who had cheated his company?
She glanced at her watch. It was half past nine. She went and had a shower, and was still mentally protesting against what she was doing when she applied powder and lipstick and stepped into the plain mustard-coloured dress she had worn the last time she had seen Trent.
Was it only last Tuesday? It seemed ages ago. With luck she might make it to his home before eleven. Oh, grief, she didnt want to go.
She had her car keys in her hand and was halfway down the stairs when it all at once dawned on her that Maxine could have said nothing to their mother of what she was going to ask Alethea to do. Alethea could quite see why. For, regardless of any stigma Maxine believed would attach itself to the children if their father was sent to prison, his mother-in-law would take only delight from the fact he was having to pay for his misdeeds. Prison, in her mothers opinion, would be the best place for him.
In view of her mothers lack of sympathy, Alethea was positive that Maxine would want her to keep their discussion to herself. That being so, her mother was going to raise the roof when she went into the sitting room to mention she had changed her mind and was just off to Trent de Havillands party.
The thought of her parents wrath gave Alethea some moments of unease. But then, perhaps in relation to that word sympathy, she recalled thinking that sympathy on its own would not be much help to Maxine.
Time to suit her actions to her sympathy. Alethea took a brave breath and continued down the stairs. Where on earth are you going? her mother demanded the moment she walked through the sitting-room door, spotting at once that her younger daughter no longer wore jeans and a T-shirt, but looked to be on her way out to a party.
Ierchanged my mind about going to that party, Alethea dared, not looking at Maxine in case her mother did a two-and-two addition and came up with a correct four.
Youre going to Trenton de Havillands party? her mother questioned incredulously.
I thought I would.
Well, I... Her mother started to give full voiceonly for once her elder daughter interrupted her.
Alethea has a right to a life of her own, Mother. She willingly drew Eleanor Pembertons fire on herself, and Alethea didnt hang about.
And a fine mess youve made of yours! she heard her mother rally as she got over her shock. By then Alethea was negotiating the chest in the hall.
She found the exclusive area where Trent de Havilland, lived without any trouble. But she was already brimful of nerves as she parked the car outside, went up stone steps and rang his doorbell.
Oh, how she wanted to run away as she waited. Oh, it would be so easy! But she could not take that way out. For all she had barely glanced at Maxine before leaving, her sister would know that the only reason she had changed her mind about attending this get-together was to do as she had wanted. To ask Trent de Havilland not to prosecute her crooked brother-in-law. Grief, what on earth had ever made her think Trent would listen, much less agree?
Alethea, though her feet were glued to the doorstep, was mentally all set to run away when she heard the sound of someone coming to answer the door. Oh, help her, somebody! Oh, if only she hadnt come.
Alethea! Trent, casually dressed, opened the door to her. He was as she remembered him: tall, dark-eyed, dark-haired. Come in, he invited, stepping back to allow her to come by him.
Ierdidnt bring a boyfriend. Is that all right? she blurted out in her nervousness.
Of course, he replied evenly, and, closing the door, he continued, Im glad you could make it. And so saying he led the way into a vast, high-ceilinged drawing room.
The floor was thickly carpeted, with a low table separating a couple of matching sofas which flanked a massive stone fireplace. But, having anticipated being shown into a room full of people, or with at least half a dozen other guests, Alethea saw there were none.
Oh, no, I got the wrong night! she exclaimed, appalled.
The floor was thickly carpeted, with a low table separating a couple of matching sofas which flanked a massive stone fireplace. But, having anticipated being shown into a room full of people, or with at least half a dozen other guests, Alethea saw there were none.
Oh, no, I got the wrong night! she exclaimed, appalled.
The fault is all mine, Trent replied urbanely, his tall length between her and the door as if he read in her eyes that she was ready to bolt.
Fault? she echoed.
My other guests rang from Paris. They flew over for the day, he explained. Unfortunately, their plane is fog-bound, making it impossible for them to get back tonight. Flew over for the day! This was another worldbut Alethea had no time to dwell on it; she was too busy coming to terms with the fact that, by the sound of it, she was Trents only guest! I should have phoned you, he went on. Forgive me that I didnt, he apologised. I was somehow certain youd no intention of accepting my invitation.
Was there a question in his voice? Alethea was too embarrassed to be able to tell for sure. Hey-ho! She tried to make light of it, and, skirting round him, she mumbled, Illersee you, and was at the door.
Trent de Havilland, however, was there before her. Youre not going? he asked, making it sound as though he sincerely wanted her to stay a little while.
IIts gone eleven, andand...
And you dont have to be up early for work in the morning, he teased, which reminded her of her motherwho on Tuesday had said the reverse of thatwhich in turn reminded her of her sister.
Oh, Lord! Thats true, she agreed while she tried to sort out the conflict going on in her head. She must have had a brainstorm to think for a moment that she could get upright Trent de Havilland to give the order not to prosecute her brother-in-law! Yet, at the same time, what better opportunity to ask him than now? She didnt even have to try and get him alone to have a quiet word with him. There was no one else there! Perhaps within the next few minutes...
You dont sound very sure, Trent cut through her thoughts.