‘How come?’
‘Well, he informed Cat that an infamous Parisian model was killed in an avalanche in Switzerland around the time Cat was abandoned. The young woman died in the snow, along with the two aristocratic brothers who’d been keeping her as their mistress.’
‘Ah, so Cat thought –’
‘Yes. But Cat hasn’t given up. She’s tenacious. When she went to Paris recently, she stayed in Montmartre and was seen hanging around asking a lot of questions.’
‘Blimey. How do you know all this, Jim?’
Jim grinned as he lit a match and ignited his cigarette. ‘The usual informants and I can read Cat pretty well. She’s got all the advantages of having high intelligence coupled with a creative mind. Such as the ability to see connections between events that others assume to be completely unrelated.’
‘You’re referring to the Edwina business?’
‘Too right. Now that Cat knows what Eddie’s capable of, she’s been asking me some hard questions about her background and Matthew Lamb. I can tell you, it’s no picnic.’
Jim stood up, crossed the shop floor and pulled out his wallet. ‘When you get a minute, could you fetch us another couple of black coffees please, Lazarus.’
‘Certainly, Mr Blade.’
Jim turned back to Henri. ‘Coffee. It’s the only thing that gets me through the day. Sleepless nights. I’m damn near going crazy.’
‘Thinking about Daniel?’
‘Ah, Henri, I lie in bed at three in the morning thinking there’s got to be a connection between Daniel’s and Michael’s deaths and that homeless guy they pulled out of the Thames. Cat’s in on it, too. She’s been telling me what Daniel and Michael used to discuss late at night.’
‘Enlighten me.’
Jim took a deep drag on his cigarette. ‘It’s common knowledge that Daniel was hell-bent on improving the lot of the dispossessed. Fortuitously Michael had powerful connections. So when they were looking at allocated governmental budgeting for slum dwellers, they came across some dodgy financial dealings that were being kept hush hush.’
‘Corruption? Embezzlement of funds?’
‘Both. Cat reckons there was alleged criminal activity going on in one particular government department. Subsequently Daniel and Michael made some impressive enemies when they brought the authorities’ attention to the misappropriation of funds.’
Henri frowned. ‘Do you think there’s a possibility that someone wanted Daniel and Michael out of the way?’
‘Maybe. They inadvertently ruined two or three political careers. So I figured that while Scotland Yard was busy sending its finest after suspects like Sean Kelly, I’d investigate the politicians who had it in for Daniel and Michael.’
‘Where did you start?’
‘With their detractors. The bureaucrats who were always sparring with Daniel in the press and the politicians who were gunning for Michael. I’m still working on it.’
‘Any other suspects?’
‘There are, but I’m loath even to mention them at this stage. I’ll let you know.’
‘I understand.’
They both fell silent.
Jim watched as Spiro lathered up a client’s neck and proceeded to skilfully shave him. Only a fragile thread separated life from death. A man could be enjoying a coffee and confiding in his closest friend and the next minute find himself out cold on a mortuary slab. All within the blink of an eye. The Grim Reaper could appear anywhere, anytime. Daniel hadn’t see it coming. Neither had Matthew Lamb, Michael James or Mikey Barthe. Although no doubt Mikey had seen more death than your average pedestrian.
One slip of Spiro’s cut-throat razor and that young cove could be on his way to heaven or hell. Enough. I’d better start getting some serious shut-eye or I’ll be sliding feet first into the existential void myself.
21
Hot Buttered Scones and Witchcraft
Mary Maguire ascended the steps of the Hotel du Barry, elegantly attired in a tight grey suit and silky blouse. Male heads swivelled to admire her shapely ankles and swaying hips. She smiled at George the doorman, waved to Charlie and took the hydraulic lift up to the ninth floor. Under her arm she carried a newspaper and a large bunch of yellow daffodils.
Mary knocked on Cat’s apartment door and when it opened, she thrust the newspaper and daffodils into Cat’s hands. ‘Morning, great news. Check this out.’
Cat scanned the article and carefully studied Sean’s photograph. ‘I can see Jim’s hand in this.’
Mary winked. ‘Ready to go? We’ve got time to take morning tea at the other place before our appointment.’
‘The other place?’
‘Yes. According to Henri it’s the only London hotel worthy enough to compete with the Hotel du Barry. We dare not speak its name.’ She clicked her fingers. ‘Enough hibernation, it’s time you took a break from your work and got a bit of sun. Spring has sprung and a girl’s mind should be lightly turning to hot buttered scones and witchcraft.’
*
It was a beautiful morning but Lilith lit several joss sticks and closed the parlour curtains. She would have preferred working in the warmth of her sun-drenched kitchen, but centuries of experience had taught Lilith that her clientele expected a touch of mystique with their psychic readings. More importantly, the darkness helped to shield her true identity. Lilith had never forgotten the lessons she’d learnt when she was on trial in Salem.
In the dim light she lit a dozen black candles and shooed the cats off the furniture. Hamlet and Aphrodite retired under the table to sulk, while Hecate stalked out to the kitchen where Medea was curled up in front of the wood-burning stove. Lilith dusted her crystal ball and covered it with a square of black velvet embroidered with crescent moons. She’d obtained the ball at great expense from a Venetian craftsman. It was hand-blown crystal and about the size of a man’s head.
The current fashion was for Romanian gypsy fortune tellers and Lilith had adapted accordingly. She flounced her full skirt, applied red lipstick, draped a scarlet shawl around her shoulders and put on a pair of gold hoop earrings. Thankfully the fad for Indian mysticism had passed – London’s weather had not been conducive to such shenanigans and she’d been reduced to wearing thermal ski tights under her chiffon harem pants. Lilith checked herself in the hallway mirror and primped her dyed black curls. The doorbell rang. The morning’s witchcraft was about to begin.
Standing on the doorstep was the redhead she’d met at a theatre opening. Mary Maguire was accompanied by a young woman, an extraordinary feline creature with the most unusual violet-coloured eyes. The girl was wearing bohemian style trousers that somehow accentuated her femininity. She didn’t seem concerned with her own uniqueness or the effect she created. It was unusual for someone her age.
‘Lilith, this is Cat.’
‘Do come in. Care for a cuppa?’
Cat removed her sailor’s cap. ‘No, thank you. We just had morning tea at the Ritz.’
They settled themselves at the round table. Mary lit a cigarette with trembling hands. Cat grinned when Hamlet leapt up onto her lap and made himself at home. He was huge, a magnificent black beast with startling green-gold eyes.
Lilith raised an eyebrow. ‘Strange. Hamlet is usually unsociable and never sits on anyone’s lap. Let’s get started.’
She whisked the velvet cloth away and ran her hands over the crystal ball. ‘This ball simply provides a point of focus but I sense you’d prefer I did not use it. We must have complete honesty. Am I correct, Cat?’
Cat looked startled. ‘Yes, you’ve got me there.’
Lilith plucked the heavy crystal ball off its plinth and neatly bowled it along the thick carpet. It rolled the length of the room before halting by the sofa, where it lay glittering in the candlelight.
‘Mary’s told me nothing about you. I asked her not to, as I prefer a blank slate. So let’s get acquainted and I’ll tell you what I can see. Relax and look straight at the candle. I’m going to take your han
d, like so.’
Two or three minutes passed. The only sound was the cat purring. Lilith finally spoke. ‘I sense you’re questioning your purpose in life. You’ve just had another birthday, seven days ago to be precise. Strange. The fourteenth of April is your legal birthdate but your real birthday was five days later. Mary knows how this came about.’
Mary blushed. Lilith continued, ‘You are standing at the crossroads of your life. You recently capitulated to darkness when somebody tried to bend you to his will. I see him as an ugly man, mean and wretched in spirit. His vileness manifested physically in the stench of death. He weakened you by trying to break your spirit, but he failed. He died a cruel death.’
Cat was very alert. In the candlelight her violet eyes were positively iridescent. ‘Could you describe him?’
Lilith’s eyes were closed. ‘He’s wearing a white uniform, heavily starched. Could be a doctor or an orderly in a hospital. No. I can see him clearly now. He’s standing in a kitchen and he’s wearing a chef’s uniform.’
Mary put down her cigarette. ‘Are you sure he didn’t kill himself?’
Lilith placed her cool fingers on Mary’s warm hand. ‘It wasn’t suicide. He died by water but it was not self-destruction. He drowned in six inches of water. Yes, I see him lying in a bathtub.’
Mary and Cat exchanged looks.
Lilith said, ‘This chef is not your main concern. Interesting. There’s so much darkness around you, Cat. But it’s not coming from you. Something devastated you several months ago. A woman died. You were very close, it may have been your mother. No, it wasn’t a woman. It was the man who willingly took the place of your birth mother. A man of extremes, a man of generosity and integrity. And I don’t wish to sound trite but he was extraordinarily handsome. He’s an archetype. His unique personal qualities made him enemies but I don’t know why. Dammit, he’s gone and something or maybe even someone is blocking me. Cat, I sense you are burdened and need advice. Go ahead, dear.’
Cat hesitated and she glanced at Mary for reassurance. ‘The man who died, the one you described as a man of extremes. Can you tell us how he died?’
Lilith took their hands, closed her eyes and focused. She felt herself moving onto ground she feared to tread and that a malicious spirit opposed her. She slowed her breathing and went deeper. ‘I can see fire, it’s a monstrous inferno.’ Lilith broke into a sweat as she stared into the flames. She’d experienced this fire centuries ago and she was loath to go on but she was bound in servitude to the truth. ‘I’m moving through flames, they can’t burn me but the heat is immense and the atmosphere is stifling and terrifying. Ah, relief. Now I’m on the other side and the cool night air is fanning my face and drying the sweat from my body.’ Glancing upwards Lilith saw the man of extremes sitting on a high rooftop, his legs were dangling over the edge and he was partially hidden by the shadows. ‘I can see him, it’s the man of extremes. Wait. Someone is creeping up behind him. It’s probably a man but his face is obscured. I think it could be a younger man. They are arguing about something but I can’t hear them. The young man just made a sudden unexpected move.’ Lilith tried to scream a warning but it was already too late. ‘Oh noooooo! The older man is plummeting downwards. He’s in free fall!’ Lilith’s vision faded abruptly as if a curtain had been lowered.
When Lilith opened her eyes, Mary and Cat were staring at her in horror.
Lilith said gently, ‘No harm can come to you when you’re within my circle of protection. Cat is also being shielded by my familiar.’
Cat leant her head in her hands. ‘What you envisioned for us is the same as what a homeless drunk reported seeing. But my father’s wife, Edwina, assumed Mikey was simply hallucinating – we all did. Please, can you tell us where we can go to look for answers?’
Mary added, ‘Scotland Yard is investigating and we’ve got a professional detective on the job but any insights would be greatly appreciated.’
Lilith closed her eyes and placed her hands, palms up on the table. ‘Both of you need to touch your fingers to mine and I’ll see if I can take you back down with me.’
The candles flickered and Hamlet grew warmer on Cat’s lap. His paws moved restlessly as though chasing a dream. As Cat stared fixedly at the candle, she felt herself being drawn into the flame. It was a place she’d never been before. She stumbled as the hill was steep and there were loose stones underfoot. Hamlet appeared in front of her, sitting on a dark object. He stared at Cat without blinking. Around him was a swirling vortex of black snow. Cat’s fear of the unknown gripped her. She jerked herself back to reality and opened her eyes.
Lilith gently touched her face. ‘Be strong, Cat. I sense that you are more powerful than you think. Close your eyes and go back down. Tell us what you can see.’
Cat shut her eyes and focused. ‘It’s hard to see anything because there’s a lot of strange black snow. I think it could be a suitcase. Wait. No, it’s a large leather bag and it looks like it opens in an odd way.’
Mary interjected. ‘Lilith, is this safe? I don’t want to put her in danger.’
Lilith shook her head. ‘I don’t practise the black arts and we aren’t calling up the devil. Besides, Hamlet is protecting Cat. Let’s just sit quietly and allow the knowledge to come to us. Breathe deeply and calmly, you are protected. I want Cat to hold the image in her mind and focus until her vision clears. Are you both ready?’
Mary and Cat nodded. They sensed that the room had grown colder. The candles flickered as though a spirit was passing through the room. Mary’s feet were freezing yet she was sweating.
Cat focused. ‘I can see the leather bag again. It’s old and worn and the handles have been stained by many sweaty hands. There’s writing on the side – two initials, M.B. It’s an old-fashioned script with lots of flourishes. There’s also some strange hieroglyphs embossed into the leather. It’s not a doctor’s bag but it has medical value. It’s been carried over seas and deserts, forded streams and been lugged up mountains. The bag has been drenched by tempests and covered in snow and it’s got holes – bullet holes? – in its side.’
Her eyes snapped open and she jumped up. Hamlet tumbled off her knee but managed to land on his feet. He looked distinctly shitty.
Cat turned to Mary. ‘I know that bag! It’s Daniel’s medicine bag. Remember Mary? You teased Daniel about bringing it to Venice.’ She turned to Lilith. ‘It belonged to his father. Maurie had it handcrafted before he changed his name to du Barry. The initials stand for Maurice Barry and the symbols represent things that were important to him. Maurie taught Daniel everything he knew about medicine and those skills saved at least two soldiers lives. Danny also cured several soldiers of the venereal diseases they’d picked up in Egypt. Unfortunately we left the bag behind in Venice and it was thrown out.’
Mary murmured. ‘Actually, Cat, there’s something I haven’t told you.’
‘What’s that?’
Mary was pale. ‘I went back to Venice after Daniel’s funeral, just before Edwina sacked me. I wanted to close up the palazzo, settle some overdue accounts and organise the shipping of Daniel’s personal possessions that he’d stored there. I had strict instructions from Edwina to get rid of anything that was old or had no value. She insisted only items of value should be retained. But I wasn’t exactly honest with her.’
Cat said, ‘Go on. What did you tell her?’
‘I told her I’d got rid of everything apart from what was in the trunks sent back to London. But in actual fact I’d put together another trunk, addressed to Henri Dupont, and in that trunk were items valued by Daniel that I thought might mean something to you when you got older.’
Cat touched her arm. ‘That’s lovely, thank you. So did you keep Daniel’s old diaries and journals and his Oxford stuff?’
‘Yes. You see, Lilith, he’d moved it all to Venice because Edwina wanted to throw it all out. She doesn’t like anything old including antiques. She’d already burnt all his mother’s diaries and mementos when he was
away on business.’
Lilith nodded thoughtfully. ‘Were there any items Mrs du Barry did value?’
‘Yes, she kept Lucinda’s jewellery box. She informed Daniel that she intended having his mother’s jewels reset. Can you imagine what it was like? Daniel went berserk and promptly dispatched Lucinda’s jewellery off to a bank vault and all his other treasured possessions to his Venetian palazzo.’
Cat winced. ‘You mean like Maurie’s letters and his brothers’ photos, medals, diaries and stuff?’
‘Precisely. And one of the things I put in the locked trunk was Maurie’s old medicine bag. It meant so much to Danny and I thought in time it would mean the same to you.’
Lilith nodded. ‘You made a wise choice, Mary. Such things are important. But tell me, where is Daniel’s bag now?’
‘It’s at the Hotel du Barry, down in the labyrinth.’
Lilith looked puzzled. ‘Labyrinth?’
‘Yes. That’s the double basement in the hotel. I got our concierge, Henri Dupont, to put the locked trunk in one of his secret storerooms. I knew it would be safe there until Cat chose to open it. Henri is the only person with a key and I trust him unconditionally.’
Hamlet stretched luxuriously and yawned, he twined himself around Mary’s ankles and glanced up at her. Hamlet’s sly green-gold eyes glittered in the half light and she got the creepy feeling that he was laughing.
Mary shuddered.
22
Hide the Parcel
It was late at night when Jim, Henri, Cat and Mary slipped down to the inner recesses of the labyrinth. They switched on their torches and went down some winding stairs that Cat vaguely remembered from when she was a toddler. In the gloom there was no sound except their heels clicking on the bluestone steps. The stairs ended abruptly at a heavy metal grille protecting a narrow doorway. Henri pulled out an old-fashioned circle of keys and unlocked a rusty copper padlock.
Jim flashed his torchlight across the damp walls. ‘See this, Cat? This is where the hotel ends.’
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