Part 36 (1/2)

looked up her face was pinched and drawn. 'Read it.' She handed it to Toby. 'Read it out loud.'

'”I have painted a picture of my persecutors in the hope of getting them out of my head. They haunt my dreams even now, so many years after my visit to Egypt.” Who is she writing this letter to?' He looked up.

'It is addressed to Augusta. The Forresters were living in Hamps.h.i.+re. Perhaps that's why she moved there.' She s.h.i.+vered. Hugging her knees she stared into the fire. 'Go on.'

'”'Last night I dreamt about Ha.s.san. How I miss him still. Not a day goes by without him appearing at some point in my memories. But I dread his two companions in my thoughts. Will they give me no rest? They beg me to take the phial back to Egypt. If I were strong, perhaps I would do so. Perhaps one day one of my sons or grandsons will take it for me.”' Toby broke off, staring at Anna. 'That's you. Her great-great-granddaughter. You took it back.'

She nodded. 'But something went 'wrong. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I didn't do it right.'

'You left the bottle in Egypt.' Phyllis untied another bundle of letters. 'That was the important thing.'

'And sacrificed a man's life.'

'No, Anna. The fact that Andy died as the bottle went into the Nile was pure accident. He was blind drunk.' Toby folded up the letter and put it back in its envelope. 'In fact, although it is probably no consolation, I have read since that it was considered very good fortune to die in the Nile, as one was taken directly by the G.o.ds.

But remember, there were no priests and no snakes in that launch.'

'No?' Anna smiled quietly. 'The priest of Sekhmet was in my head, Toby.'

Phyllis frowned. 'We haven't talked about you, Toby.' She changed the subject adroitly. 'Come on. Let's have all the details. What do you do for a living?'

Toby smiled. Sitting up straight he gave a mock salute. 'I'm afraid I paint, too.' He shrugged helplessly. 'Not as famous as Louisa, but I have had several exhibitions and I can earn my living at it. I am also lucky enough to have inherited a bit of money when my father died, so I've been very spoilt. I'm a widower.' He hesitated, glancing at Anna. Then he shook his head and went on. 'I have a mother, no brothers or sisters, alas, but an uncle who is at the consulate in Cairo, hence my contacts over there. I do not work for the CIA or 389.

the Mafia. I am not wanted by the police as our poor late friend Andy seemed to think. I have a house in the Scottish borders and another in London which is where my mother lives. My pa.s.sion, at least until recently, has been travelling and painting. Mostly I go on my own, but sometimes I've been known to do daft things like travel on the Orient Express just for the h.e.l.l of it, or go for a cruise on the Nile. I've supplemented my income by writing two travel books, both quite well received.' He grinned. 'If I write about our last cruise it will, I fear, have to be fiction and I shall launch myself as a thriller 'writer or no one will believe it!' He shrugged. 'That's it, really, except to apologise for abandoning Anna at Abu Simbel. I never got the chance to explain what happened and why I wasn't there when she needed me.' He shook his head. 'I met a friend of my mother's who was on a different cruise. She was on her own and just after I had spoken to her she was taken ill. That was why the tourist police were looking for me. It was at her request. By the time I'd sorted her out, Anna had got on the bus and gone.'

Anna smiled. 'Being kind to ladies in distress again. It's a good excuse. You're forgiven.'

'Good.' Phyllis climbed to her feet with a groan. 'Well, dears. I think it's time for a stiff drink. You take these letters away if you want them. And the picture.' She paused. 'No? All right. I'll keep your priests on ice, as before.' She laughed. At the door she paused and looked back. 'Did I tell you, Toby? You've pa.s.sed muster. I think you'll do.'

Anna grinned. 'She hated my ex,' she said quietly. 'And most of my old boyfriends, so you are honoured.'

'I'm glad.' He moved forward and leant down to kiss the top of her head. 'But this is going a bit fast, Anna. I'm not offering marriage. At least, not yet -'

'And I'm not looking for marriage. Not ever!' she retorted sharply. 'I'm an independent lady, looking for a career in photography. Remember?'

He nodded.

'But don't tell Phyllis. Not yet. Don't spoil her fun.' She glanced up at him and raised an eyebrow.

'OK?'.

'OK.' He nodded. 'Sounds fine by me.'

390.

They arrived back in London very late, but lights were still burning in the bas.e.m.e.nt of the house as they let themselves in. Frances was sitting at the kitchen table, reading. She glanced up at them. 'Have you had a good day? I'm dying to hear all about it. But first -, She stopped for a moment and they both saw a frown hover between her eyes. Then she went on. 'I've been riveted by your diary, Anna. I've hardly moved all day.' She stretched wearily. 'And I've got something very odd to tell you. I don't know how you're going to take it.'

She watched as Toby carried the tuck box in and set it on the floor. 'Sit down, both of you.' She closed the diary and sat staring at the old worn cover on the table before her for several seconds. They sat down, one on each side of her, glancing at each other in concern, then they both looked at her expectantly. Anna felt a sudden worm of unease deep inside her. Frances's attractive face, usually so tranquil, was etched with worry.

'The villain of the tale. Roger Carstairs. Do you know what happened to him?' Anna shrugged. 'He's never mentioned again in the diary after the Fieldings' baby is born. I gather he was quite famous in his day. Serena knew a bit about him. And even Toby had heard of him.'

Frances glanced at her son and nodded. 'He was famous. He left Egypt in 1869 and travelled to India and the Far East. He was away for about five years then he surfaced again in Paris. He lived near the Bois de Boulogne in a rambling old house which had once belonged to a French duke.'

Toby frowned. 'How on earth do you know that?'

Frances held up her hand. 'He married a French woman, Claudette de Bonville and had two daughters. One of them was my mother's grandmother.'

There was a stunned silence as Toby and Anna stared at her. 'You are descended from Roger Carstairs!' Anna said incredulously.

'I'm afraid so.' Frances shrugged. 'He had two other children by his first marriage, of course. They stayed in Scotland. The elder, James, inherited the earldom, but it died out as neither he nor his brother had any children.'

'And what happened to Roger?' Anna was staring at Toby. He seemed as stunned as she was.

'He disappeared.' Frances shrugged. 'Rather apt, really. It was 391.

thought he went back to Egypt. I was looking through the family papers and records this afternoon. He left France under a cloud after five years with Claudette and travelled to Constantinople. Then he moved to Alexandria where he stayed a couple of years. Then he moved on. As far as I know he was never heard of again.' She turned to Toby. 'Before you ask why you didn't know all this, a: you have never been interested in family history and b: my parents would not allow his name to be mentioned in the house. I'd forgotten about him until he turned up in Louisa's diary. Claudette took the children to Scotland in an attempt to get his estate to help her. She was dest.i.tute after he left. The brothers refused to give her anything and she came south to England to see Roger's sister. She seems to have been a nice person. She helped them settle in England and in the end both girls married Englishmen.'

Anna was staring at Toby in silence.

'I'm glad you ditched the bottle.' He raised an eyebrow. 'Or you really would have suspected me of coveting it!'

'You haven't inherited his powers, I hope.' Anna forced herself to smile. She shuddered.

'No, I haven't.' He was looking at her closely. 'Apart from liking snakes. This has upset you, hasn't it? Anna, it was more than a hundred years ago!'

'I know. I know it's a weird coincidence. I know it's not logical. It's just that I've lived in Louisa's head for so long.' She closed her eyes, stunned by the sense of despair which had swept over her.

'I'm sorry, perhaps I shouldn't have told you.' Frances looked at her with concern. 'But I had to. I didn't want there to be any secrets between us. I thought - I hoped - you'd be intrigued. It is such a strange twist to your story.'

Anna stood up. She walked over to the small cane sofa under the window and threw herself down on it. 'Serena says there is no such thing as coincidence.' Toby glanced at his mother. 'In that case, maybe this is our chance to make amends. Maybe it is my karma to try and make up for the unhappiness he caused Louisa.'

'And the other evil things he did?' Anna was hugging herself against the cold which had enveloped her even in the warm kitchen. She was s.h.i.+vering.

'A lot of people's ancestors did evil things, my dear,' Frances put 392.

in gently. 'There has to be a place for forgiveness in history. That is what Christ teaches us. And although Roger Carstairs might have been an evil man, my grandfather, who was also Toby's ancestor, don't forget, was a rector in a village in the midlands, a much loved and respected man who did an enormous amount of good in the world. He found it hard to live with the memory of his grandfather. He prayed for his soul every day, or so we were told. So there is balance. Our blood is not wholly tainted.' She stood up and smiled wearily. 'Now, if you will excuse me, it's very late. I'm going to bed. Goodnight, my dears.'

Toby and Anna watched her go in silence. It was Toby who spoke first as the door closed behind her. 'Well, that was a bit of a facer. Of all the things in my past I felt I might have to explain to you and talk my way out of, descent from Roger Carstairs was not one of them.' He stood up and, going to the cupboard under the worktop brought out a bottle of whisky. 'I need something a little stronger than hot chocolate at this point, I think. Would you like one?' He reached two gla.s.ses down from the shelf over the sink. 'Ma's right, you know. It doesn't matter.' He poured out half an inch of whisky in each gla.s.s and pa.s.sed her one. 'No, I didn't mean it doesn't matter. Of course it matters. But it doesn't affect us. It doesn't, does it?'

Anna shook her head slowly. 'Of course it doesn't. It's just that his memory resonates very powerfully in my head at the moment. It's all tied up with the fear and anguish I felt. It's tied up with the deaths of two men who lived three thousand years ago! It's tied up with Serena and Charley. Everything.' She put down the gla.s.s untouched and put her head in her hands.

'It wasn't a good holiday, then?' Toby looked at her quizzically.

She laughed in spite of herself. 'No, it wasn't a good holiday! Although it was memorable and I saw some wonderful things and met some wonderful people.'

'I wish I could confidently think I was one of them'

She scanned his face for a few seconds. 'You are one of them.'