'So you said. Although it didn't seem like that at the time. And you were certainly after that Italian holiday of mine - ' He came back to Elizabeth ' - which is my third point. Because there was no mystery about that, you see.' The corner of his mouth dropped slightly. 'It's rather ironic - I'd guess that's the only time I've been properly vetted, with expense no object - would that be correct, David?'
Audley puffed his cheeks. 'It was the only time I vetted you. That would be correct.'
'Uh-huh? Well, the other times wouldn't have amounted to much, compared with your time, I would guess.'
'Why was it ironic, Sir Peter?'
'Ironic and expensive.' He smiled at her with his mouth, but not with his eyes. 'It was a rather special holiday. I was with the girl I expected to marry. And she was beautiful - I suppose I was rather proud of myself: I'd never expected to capture such a beauty, and…
partly because I loved her, and - but perhaps partly to impress her, and make sure of her…
I drew most of my savings out of the bank -I hoped to make more from the Greek, one way or another - and I splashed it around. Miss Loftus.' He added. 'We flew to Rome, and stayed at a good hotel - she was used to good hotels. And I hired a car, and we progressed by slow stages - and more good hotels - to Florence. And then to Venice… I knew what to show her, because I'd slummed that same route long before, mostly hitch-hiking and sleeping semi-rough. But this time it was all first-class and over-tipping.' For a fraction of a second he looked clear through her. Then he focused again, and shrugged sadly. 'And if you want another irony… obviously I didn't impress her at all. I only put her off, it would seem, judging by what happened afterwards. Though it didn't seem so to me, at the time.'
He thought for a moment. 'No… but I must have left a trail a mile wide - ' He nodded to Audley ' - for him to follow - what was it, David: " Where did you go?" , and " Who can vouch for you, that you were there?" , and " Which day was that?" - I couldn't remember which day it was, exactly… but I'll bet you found enough over-tipped waiters and chamber-maids and hotel managers who recalled the silly young Englishman and his bellissima signora, eh?'
Audley made one of his extra-ugly faces. 'I wasn't after you, Peter.'
'Yes, you were. And you checked.' The old bitterness lay beneath very thin ice. 'And you pushed me.'
'And you were scared.' The ugly face became brutal. 'If you had such a bloody-clear conscience - why were you so scared?'
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'Has it never occurred to you why?' The ice cracked. But now it was anger which showed.
'My God, man - it was because I had a bloody-clear conscience that I was scared! I knew it couldn't be the holiday, so it had to be something else. So I thought it was the Greek, don't you see? I thought he'd been up to something really nasty that I didn't know about. In which case I was out of a job again - and compromised - and with hardly any money, too!'
All the vivid memories of 1958 suddenly animated Sir Peter Barrie's face, melting its ice to reveal both anger and bitterness. 'You're absolutely right - I was scared! I was scared stiff, if you must know.'
'Ah…' Audley came as close to embarrassment as he was capable of doing when caught in an error. But then he shrugged it off quite easily, as he always did. 'So that was why you served up the Haddock?'
Sir Peter's mouth tightened. 'Which I have regretted ever after. And never more so than now, I think.' He looked at Elizabeth suddenly.
'He was on the list,' snapped Audley. 'I would have come to him without your help, sooner or later.'
'Would you?' Sir Peter ignored him. 'What are you up to, Miss Loftus?'
'What did you say about him, Sir Peter?'
'Huh!' Audley sniffed. 'Actualy, he said very little, as I recall.'
'But also too much. I said - ' Sir Peter's features contorted ' - or, something like, I said… " If you're looking for holidays abroad - mysterious holidays - why don't you try Dr Caradog Thomas?
He's always going on holiday abroad. And his last holiday was the most mysterious one of all, you'll find - ask him about his Romanesque churches - ask him how he liked Cluny."' He controlled his face with an effort. 'I was frightened, Miss Loftus. So I cracked. And I said, in effect… "Do it to my friend Haddock - not to me!"' He paused. 'And now I am justly served, with my own treachery. Which is how the past always serves us, I suspect.'
He really loved the man Thomas, his ex-friend, thought Elizabeth. Even after Thomas's betrayal of their friendship - or the combined and ultimate betrayal of it by Thomas and the beautiful Miss Philadelphia Marsh - even after that, he still loved the man, his once-upon-a-time friend. Because, in spite of all that, he counted his betrayal the greater one.
She looked at Audley, and guessed that he had known all this too.
'I don't know what you're up to now.' Sir Peter pulled her back to him, but then stopped suddenly. 'No - I know you can't tell me that - can't or won't - I know that. But I still have dummy2
two things to tell you, neither of which you may find very much to your taste, perhaps. But there it is.'
Audley surely knew all this. But whether he had or not, his instinct had been right, to drop everything in order to make sure of catching Sir Peter Barrie to start her off on Dr Caradog Thomas.
'Yes, Sir Peter?' she stepped meekly into his silence.
The silence continued for several long seconds. 'He forgave me, you know, Miss Loftus.
Naturally.'
Tff - ' It was the last thing she'd expected until she heard it. Then it was… natural, of course. ' He forgave you?'
'I still have this letter - his second letter, which he wrote after Delphi's death… Quite a long time after, because I was away, and I didn't hear about it at the time.' Another silence. 'I have both his letters still. But I will not show them to you. But… he very carefully explained why he left the service - that it really had nothing at all to do with the Intelligence badgering. Nothing to do with me, in fact: "Like you, I am mine own executioner, mine own liberator" - I'll give you that much.'
Another silence set in. But this time she must let it live out its natural life.
'And the other thing is - ' Once again he turned to Audley ' - that you're wrong, David Audley. Because if it's Haddock you're after now, then you're just as wrong now as you were back in - back in whenever it was, when you persecuted us both. Check me again, if you like - you can have a free run. But leave Haddock alone - it's simply not in him to be a traitor. I'd stake my life - or Xenophon's profits for the year, whichever you reckon the more valuable - on that. Because he worships different gods.'
It wasn't until they were in the lift that Audley spoke again, beyond the minimal grunts and required pleasantries of farewell.
'A remarkable man, Elizabeth. And not a second-class man, either. But he was quite right to leave the Civil Service. He was a man of action - a born money-maker, not a spender.
The Greek understood that. Whereas… whereas Haddock Thomas was something else again.'
'What else, David?'
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Audley stared at the red button. 'A man of different action. A better man, too.'
'Better?' She had to remember that Audley had cleared both of them. 'Even though he seduced his friend's girl?'
The lift stopped.
'Seduced… and married, Elizabeth. And I rather think she was his one true love.' He looked at her as the lift-doors opened. 'Or is that too sentimental for you to swallow?'