‘Get out! Leave me alone!’
He took another step towards the bed. ‘I have the right to expect a submission of sorts. In fact, I would insist on it. I know I am old enough to be your father, my dear, but I also happen to be your husband.’
‘My God, what’s that on your shoulders?’ Clarissa gasped.
‘D’you mean my wings? Don’t you like them? Real feathers, you know.’ Lord Remnant hitched up his shoulders and the black wings opened and closed.
Clarissa screamed.
31
It was later that same morning.
‘This is actually very funny,’ Antonia said. ‘He is so awful. He is too good to be true. He is a monster. He is not quite real.’
‘It’s outrageously funny,’ Payne agreed. ‘Why is bad behaviour so compulsively watchable?’
They had been sitting in front of their TV set, watching The Grenadier of Grenadin, the documentary about the twelfth Earl Remnant. The film-makers had been following Lord Remnant as he strutted about his island paradise and bragged of the terrible things he had done and the even more terrible things he intended to do.
Equal parts high comedy and shock theatre, Payne thought. The documentary showed Lord Remnant as an expert at stirring up old animosities and taking a perverse delight in the creation of new ones.
‘He may be one man’s argument for reviving the guillotine,’ Antonia murmured. She took a sip of coffee. ‘Extremely entertaining.’
‘The late Lord Remnant manages to convey the most disturbing impression that he has truly lost his marbles. Though of course he is neither “the late” nor is he Lord Remnant. That makes the whole thing even more fascinating,’ Major Payne said. ‘Don’t you think?’
The credits were rolling.
‘I thought I saw something – pause, would you? Rewind a bit,’ Antonia said. ‘That’s it. Look! Dedicated to Peter Quin, for saving my life. Well, that clinches it.’
‘It does indeed. It confirms the connection between them.’ Payne turned off the video. ‘That was his little joke. Lord Remnant didn’t initially want to make the documentary, that’s what Felicity told us. Then he suddenly changed his mind. Well, he changed his mind when he saw a way of appearing and yet not appearing. He likes teasing people, remember?’
‘He thought he was being terribly clever,’ Antonia said. ‘He asked for the film to be dedicated to the actor who impersonated him.’
‘The note signed Q, which I found in the secret drawer, makes it clear they had reached an agreement.’ Payne waved his hand in the direction of the Damascus chest, which now graced their drawing room.
‘What was it Peter Quin wrote exactly?’
‘I accept. All I need to do is shave off my whiskers and go bald… My guess is that Remnant saw Quin’s photo somewhere, while idly surfing the net, or perhaps he happened to watch one of Quin’s films. He was struck by the resemblance between them.’
‘That’s when he had his brainwave?’
‘Yes. He managed to get in touch with Quin and probably sent him photos of himself. He asked if Quin would “do” him.’
‘What was it you said about Quin’s antecedents? Swedish and English?’
‘Scottish, Norwegian and German. But he could “do” any nationality. He spoke five languages. He was a character actor who travelled the world, working on international film and television projects.’
‘The man of the hundred faces and hundred and one voices,’ Antonia murmured.
‘That’s the name of his site, yes.’ Payne picked up the internet downloads. ‘His last and, as it turned out, fatal role was that of our friend, the lunatic laird, but before that he was a Russian revolutionary, one of Hitler’s henchmen, a Mexican matador, a Paris pimp, a Puerto Rican politician and so on.’
‘Lord Remnant couldn’t have been hard to “do”, could he?’
‘I should imagine not. Eccentric, larger-than-life characters are the easiest to do. What does Lord R. look like? Tall, slightly stooping, a supercilious, somewhat spooky smile, bald, complexion like polished mahogany, roller of eyes and thrower of hissy fits. A piece of cake, really. Besides he never for a moment took off that ludicrous sombrero or his dark shades, did you notice?’
Antonia nodded. ‘His face remains in shadow throughout…’
‘When Gerard Fenwick saw the documentary, he apparently found his brother changed, but it was years since they had actually met, so he didn’t think anything of it. Lord R. rarely came to England; consequently people who once knew him were likely to attribute any changes in him to the passing of time and the Caribbean climate.’
‘I wonder if the documentary-makers knew he was not the real one,’ said Antonia.
‘Perhaps they did know. They may have been complicit in the joke – all those references to it being a meta-documentary! On the other hand, they may not have been aware that a trick was being played on them.’
‘All the negotiations may have been made by Lord Remnant via email or phone… Perhaps they never saw him in the flesh. Peter Quin may have stepped into his part from the very start.’
‘I haven’t been able to find any information about Peter Quin’s personal life. Nothing about family or friends or emotional attachments. He never seemed to have stayed in one place for long. According to something I read his agent had met him only once. No one seems to have known him at all well on a personal level.’
‘Which was perfect for Lord Remnant’s plan…’
‘Perfect is the word. Well, Remnants have the reputation for concocting schemes that are at once lunatic and logical. Shakespeare is said to have invented the phrase “method in his madness” with a Remnant in mind.’
Antonia picked up the coffee pot. ‘Let’s sum up, shall we? Lord Remnant manages to antagonize most of the population of Grenadin and in consequence starts receiving death threats. He finds a rattlesnake crazed by amphetamines in his bathroom. He pretends not to be affected, but the incident has left him shaken up. He thinks of a plan. He will make his enemies believe he is dead. He will stage his own death, after which he will disappear – or rather become somebody else.’
‘He will become Peter Quin. It is Peter Quin who will die in his place.’ Payne started filling his pipe with tobacco from his tobacco jar. ‘The murder will be pinned on his stepson, who has already made his murderous intentions clear enough – in front of witnesses.’
‘Lord Remnant makes all the necessary preparations for the takeover. He contacts his solicitors and adds a codicil to his will, leaving five million pounds to Peter Quin.’ Antonia’s eyes narrowed. ‘Perhaps he lets Quin know about it, which makes it difficult for him to refuse the commission? He tells Quin he will need his services again. This time for a more intimate, more domestic kind of show.’
‘He explains he intends to play a prank on his house guests. They are staging The Murder of Gonzago at his Grenadin retreat. It is going to be a dumbshow. He wants Quin to switch places with him-’
‘Lord Remnant will take part in the rehearsals, but it is Quin who will appear in the performance itself… Lord Remnant says he wants to see if his guests will be able to tell the difference, something on those lines.’ Antonia frowned. ‘Quin doesn’t suspect a trap, does he?’
‘Not for a moment. Why should he? He has already worked for Lord Remnant. He is used to Lord Remnant’s eccentricities. Well, Quin accepts the commission and thus signs his death warrant.’ Payne struck a match and put it to his pipe.
‘The instructions are that he arrives at La Sorcière earlier in the afternoon concealed inside a coffin.’