A Prisoner of Birth
A PRISONER OF BIRTH
ALSO BY JEFFREY ARCHER
NOVELS
Not a Penny More, Not a Penny Less
Shall We Tell the President?
Kane & Abel
The Prodigal Daughter
First Among Equals
A Matter of Honor
As the Crow Flies
Honor Among Thieves
The Fourth Estate
The Eleventh Commandment
Sons of Fortune
False Impression
The Gospel According to Judas by Benjamin Iscariot
(with the assistance of Professor
Francis J. Moloney)
SHORT STORIES
A Quiver Full of Arrows
A Twist in the Tale
Twelve Red Herrings
The Collected Short Stories
To Cut a Long Story Short
Cat O'Nine Tales
PLAYS
Beyond Reasonable Doubt
Exclusive
The Accused
PRISON DIARIES
Volume One: Hell
Volume Two: Purgatory
Volume Three: Heaven
SCREENPLAYS
Mallory: Walking off the Map
False Impression
JEFFREY ARCHER
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
A PRISONER OF BIRTH
. Copyright © 2008 by Jeffrey Archer. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Archer, Jeffrey, 1940–
A prisoner of birth / Jeffrey Archer.
p. cm.
ISBN-13: 978-1-4299-3449-7
ISBN-10: 1-4299-3449-2
1. Murder—Fiction. 2. Witnesses—Fiction. 3. Social classes—England—London—
Fiction. 4. London (England)—Fiction. 5. Revenge—Fiction. I. Title.
PR6051.R285 P66 2008
823'.914—dc22
2007050483
Simultaneously published in the United Kingdom by Macmillan, an imprint of Pan Macmillan Ltd.
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
To Jonathan and Marion
I would like to thank the following for their invaluable advice and help
with this book, The Hon Michael Beloff QC, Kevin Robinson,
Simon Bainbridge, Rosie de Courcy, Mari Roberts and
Billy Little LVCM (Hons), BSc (Hons), Soc Sci (Open), Dip SP & C (Open)
"Y
ES," SAID
B
ETH
.
She tried to look surprised, but wasn't all that convincing as she had already decided that they were going to be married when they were at secondary school. However, she was amazed when Danny fell on one knee in the middle of the crowded restaurant.
"Yes," Beth repeated, hoping he'd stand up before everyone in the room stopped eating and turned to stare at them. But he didn't budge. Danny remained on one knee, and like a conjurer, produced a tiny box from nowhere. He opened it to reveal a simple gold band boasting a single diamond that was far larger than Beth had expected—although her brother had already told her that Danny had spent two months' wages on the ring.
When Danny finally got off his knee, he took her by surprise again. He immediately began to tap a number on his mobile. Beth knew only too well who would be on the other end of the line.
"She said yes!" Danny announced triumphantly. Beth smiled as she held the diamond under the light and took a closer look. "Why don't you join us?" Danny added before she could stop him. "Great, let's meet at that wine bar off the Fulham Road—the one we went to after the Chelsea game last year. See you there, mate."
Beth didn't protest; after all, Bernie was not only her brother, but Danny's oldest friend, and he'd probably already asked him to be his best man.
Danny turned off his phone and asked a passing waiter for the bill. The maître d' bustled across.
"It's on the house," he said, giving them a warm smile.
It was to be a night of surprises.
When Beth and Danny strolled into the Dunlop Arms, they found Bernie seated at a corner table with a bottle of champagne and three glasses by his side.
"Fantastic news," he said even before they had sat down.
"Thanks, mate," said Danny, shaking hands with his friend.
"I've already phoned Mum and Dad," said Bernie as he popped the cork and filled the three champagne glasses. "They didn't seem all that surprised, but then it was the worst-kept secret in Bow."
"Don't tell me they'll be joining us as well," said Beth.
"Not a chance," said Bernie raising his glass. "You've only got me this time. To long life and West Ham winning the cup."
"Well, at least one of those is possible," said Danny.
"I think you'd marry West Ham if you could," said Beth, smiling at her brother.
"Could do worse," said Bernie.
Danny laughed. "I'll be married to both for the rest of my life."
"Except on Saturday afternoons," Bernie reminded him.
"And you might even have to sacrifice a few of those once you take over from Dad," said Beth.
Danny frowned. He had been to see Beth's father during his lunch break and had asked for permission to marry his daughter—some traditions die hard in the East End. Mr. Wilson couldn't have been more enthusiastic about Danny becoming his son-in-law, but went on to tell him that he had changed his mind about something Danny thought they'd already agreed on.
"And if you think I'm gonna call you guv when you take over from my old man," said Bernie, breaking into his thoughts, "you can forget it." Danny didn't comment.
"Is that who I think it is?" said Beth.
Danny took a closer look at the four men standing by the bar. "It certainly looks like 'im."
"Looks like who?" asked Bernie.
"That actor what plays Dr. Beresford in
The Prescription."
"Lawrence Davenport," whispered Beth.
"I could always go and ask for his autograph," said Bernie.
"Certainly not," said Beth. "Although Mum never misses an episode."
"I think you fancy him," said Bernie as he topped up their glasses.
"No, I don't," said Beth a little too loudly, causing one of the men at the bar to turn around. "And in any case," she added smiling at her fiancé, "Danny's far better looking than Lawrence Davenport."
"Dream on," said Bernie. "Just because Danny boy's shaved and washed his hair for a change, don't think he's gonna make a habit of it, sis. No chance. Just remember that your future 'usband works in the East End, not the City."
"Danny could be anything he wanted to be," said Beth, taking his hand.
"What've you got in mind, sis? Tycoon or tosser?" said Bernie, thumping Danny on the arm.
"Danny's got plans for the garage that will make you—"
"Shh," said Danny, as he refilled his friend's glass.
"He'd better have, 'cause gettin' spliced don't come cheap," said Bernie. "To start with, where you goin' to live?"
"There's a basement flat just round the corner that's up for sale," said Danny.
"But have you got enough readies?" demanded Bernie. " 'Cause basement flats don't come cheap, even in the East End."
"We've saved enough between us to put down a deposit," said Beth, "and when Danny takes over from Dad—"
"Let's drink to that," said Bernie, only to find that the bottle was empty. "I'd better order another."
"No," said Beth firmly. "I've got to be on time for work tomorrow morning, even if you haven't."
"To hell with that," said Bernie. "It's not every day that my little sister gets engaged to my best mate. Another bottle!" he shouted.
The barman smiled as he removed a second bottle of champagne from the fridge below the counter. One of the men standing at the bar checked the label. "Pol Roger," he said, before adding in a voice that carried: "Wasted on them."
Bernie jumped up from his place, but Danny immediately pulled him back down.
"Ignore them," he said, "they're not worth the space."
The barman walked quickly across to their table. "Don't let's be havin' any trouble, lads," he said as he removed the cork. "One of them's celebratin' his birthday, and frankly they've had a bit too much to drink."
Beth took a closer look at the four men while the barman refilled their glasses. One of them was staring at her. He winked, opened his mouth and ran his tongue around his lips. Beth quickly turned back, relieved to find that Danny and her brother hadn't noticed.
"So where you two goin' on honeymoon?"
"Saint Tropez," said Danny.
"That'll set you back a bob or two."
"And you're not coming along this time," said Beth.
"The slut's quite presentable until she opens her mouth," said a voice from the bar.
Bernie leaped to his feet again, to find two of them staring defiantly at him.
"They're drunk," said Beth. "Just ignore them."
"Oh, I don't know," said the other man. "There are times when I quite like a slut's mouth to be open."
Bernie grabbed the empty bottle, and it took all of Danny's strength to hold him down.
"I want to leave," said Beth firmly. "I don't need a bunch of public-school snobs ruining my engagement party."
Danny immediately jumped up, but Bernie just sat there, drinking his champagne. "Come on, Bernie, let's get out of here before we do some-thin' we regret," said Danny. Bernie reluctantly stood up and followed his friend, but he never once took his eyes off the four men at the bar. Beth was pleased to see that they had turned their backs on them, and appeared to be deep in conversation.
