Read Heirs of Ravenscar Online
Authors: Barbara Taylor Bradford
There were lots of antique mirrors on the ceiling and lining the walls of the restaurant, and as Harry glanced around, seeking a waiter, he suddenly saw a number of reflected Janes smiling at him from various angles. He said softly, leaning across the table to her, âWherever I look I see you, sweetheart ⦠because of all the mirrors. I can't begin to tell you what a pleasure that gives me, Jane.'
âI want to give you pleasure,' she whispered, and looked at him very directly, her mouth open slightly; when she took a sip of her champagne she let her tongue linger on the edge of the crystal glass, and he knew it was all right. He was home. She would be his tonight. And if it was the way he thought it would be, between the two of them, perhaps it would be forever. A son, he thought. Jane will surely give me a son.
When the waiter arrived, Harry asked for the menus, and then started to tell Jane about the history of the restaurant, how Napoleon and Josephine had eaten here, and many other famous people over the centuries, and she listened attentively.
At one moment she slipped her foot out of her shoe, and slipped it onto the edge of his chair, where it rested between his legs.
Momentarily taken by surprise, he then inclined his head slightly, and she smiled at him, began to rub his crotch with her foot. She's a naughty one, he thought. What joy.
âThe food here is delicious, Jane: the chef is very famous â Raymond Oliver,' Mary explained. âI am going to have the sole, it's simply divine, but another favourite of mine and Harry's is pigeon stuffed with foie gras. It's one of their specialities, nothing like it in the world.'
âThat's what I shall have,' Harry announced, his gleaming blue eyes fixed on Jane. âI love stuffed pigeon.'
âThen I shall try it,' Jane murmured, and finally removed her foot, put it back in her shoe, understanding she was tantalizing him unbearably. I'll make him truly happy later, she told herself, excited by the thought.
Charles ordered the duck, and then they all settled back and chatted amongst themselves, enjoying being together. Charles, touching Mary's knee at one moment, signalled to her that he had always been right about Jane. She was after Harry; and he was positive she would succeed.
âH
ere are all of the final contracts, Harry,' Charles said, passing the documents to his brother-in-law. âOnce you sign these, the bank is yours.' It was Monday morning, the twentieth of May, in 1974.
âI feel very chuffed about this, Charles.' Harry grinned as he picked up his pen, and began to sign his name. Looking across at Jean-Pierre Larouche, he said, âIt is the first time Deravenels have owned a bank ⦠I'm thrilled we've bought it.'
âAnd I am thrilled to have sold it to you,' the French banker replied. âI have been wanting to retire for some years now. My wife Claude is also thrilled. And she thanks you most profusely.'
The small group of men in the boardroom at Deravenels all chuckled, and Charles then announced, âWe have booked a small private room at Fouquet's for a celebration lunch, gentlemen. Once these last formalities are over we can walk
across â' Charles paused as Jane put her head around the door, and beckoned to him.
He rose, went to speak to her, noticing as he approached that she was as white as a sheet. She whispered something to him, and he caught his breath, then steadied himself. Turning around he said, âHarry, can I see you in your office for a moment? There seems to be a problem. A personal problem.'
Harry was startled, and he frowned, annoyed by this odd interruption, and then seeing how serious Charles and Jane looked, he stood up, patted the contracts as he did. âAll is in order, gentlemen. Please excuse me for a few minutes. There seems to be a private matter I must attend to before we go across the Champs-Elysées to lunch.'
Jean-Pierre Larouche, speaking for his group of associates, replied, âPlease, take your time, Mr Turner.'
âWhat is it? What's wrong?' Harry asked once they were outside in the corridor.
âLet's go into your office, Harry,' Charles said, and took his arm, propelled him forward, urgency in his manner.
Jane hung back, not sure what she should do when Charles turned, indicated she should follow them. She did so, shocked by the news she had just heard.
Once they were in Harry's office, he turned around and looked from Charles to Jane, and exclaimed, âFor God's sake, what is it? You both look as if you're the bearers of bad news.'
âI'm afraid we are,' Charles responded a little shakily, and taking hold of Harry's arm he added, âYou'd better sit down here on the sofa.'
Harry did so, frowning in puzzlement. He again stared at Jane, who was a ghastly colour, and speechless, then at Charles. âTell me, for Christ's sake!'
Charles sat down in the chair opposite Harry and signalled Jane to sit next to him on the sofa.
âThere's been a tragic accident,' Charles began. âAnne and her brother Greg, and the other two fellows who were with them, were in a car crash in the early hours of this morning. On their way back to Paris from the Loire Valley.'
âOh, my God, no! I told her not to drive,' Harry cried, his face turning red. âShe must have been at the wheel.'
âI don't believe she was,' Charles answered in a gruff voice.
âAre they in hospital?' Harry asked. âWhich hospital? Where did the accident occur?'
âI'm not quite sure of that, but we'll soon be informed.' Charles swallowed and went on in that same hoarse voice, âApparently it was a horrendous crash. Harry ⦠Anne's dead. I'm so sorry ⦠so very sorry, but they're all dead ⦠all four of them.'
âOh, my God! No! What happened? Tell me what happened, for God's sake!' Harry demanded. All the colour left his face; he turned grey and he was shaking. It seemed to him that all of his blood was draining away. He could not move, nor could he speak, so stunned was he by the news. It was so unexpected and so sudden. Anne was dead. Greg was dead. And Mark and Philippe. It didn't seem possible ⦠it was hard to take in. All of them gone ⦠just like that ⦠in a flash.
Jane took hold of his hand, wanting to console him, but she was in a bad state herself. He simply sat there gaping at Charles, shaking his head in utter bewilderment. It was obvious he was in shock. âIt just can't be,' he mumbled all of a sudden and brought a hand to his face. âTell me what you know, tell me all of it, Charles. Please,' he begged at last.
âI don't know much, Harry. But the police are waiting to see you. Jane took them into my office.' He glanced at her and went on in a low tone, âWhat did they say, Jane?'
Jane swallowed hard and explained in a shaky voice, âThat
the car was hit head on by a lorry coming in the opposite direction. It was on a main road. It seems ⦠well, it seems â¦' Jane stopped abruptly; her voice was muffled as she finally took hold of herself, and continued, âIt seems that the impact ⦠was very ⦠bad ⦠Everyone was killed outright, the two policemen said. They want to talk to you as soon as possible, Harry.'
Taking a deep breath, trying to stay calm, steady, Harry nodded. âYou'd better bring them in.'
Jane jumped up and left the room.
Charles rose, went and sat next to Harry on the sofa, put his arm around his shoulder. âI'm here. Whatever you need, I'm here to help you.'
âIt's the terrible shock. What ghastly news â' Harry's voice shook so badly he stopped speaking, totally at a loss. After a moment or two he whispered, âHow am I going to tell Elizabeth?'
âYou'll do it, you'll find the strength somewhere, and we're here to help you, Mary and I.'
âI know.' He looked up at his closest and dearest friend, and said, âI was angry with her, and disappointed, but I never wished her any harm, Charles, you do know that, don't you?'
âI do indeed.'
The two policemen were brought in by Jane, and they sat down, and spoke to Harry in calm, level tones. They explained that the crash had occurred near Brissac, in the Loire Region, and that the four passengers in the car had been killed instantly, as had the driver of the lorry.
Harry listened, nodding from time to time, trying to absorb everything, but he was numb. Charles finally intervened, and took the police to his own office, where they gave him all the relevant details. The bodies were in the morgue of a local hospital near Brissac, and could be brought back to Paris within the next twenty-four hours.
Charles told his secretary to make the proper arrangements with the two policemen; and then he telephoned his wife, Mary.
âThank you for coming with me, Jane,' Harry said as they walked through the Tuilleries the following afternoon. âI just needed to get out of the flat, it felt so claustrophobic, and I was feeling so benumbed.'
âYou're suffering from shock,' Jane told him, taking hold of his arm, wanting to console and comfort him. âAnyway, the air and the walk will do you good.'
âAnne loved Paris. The city, the people, everything about it. I used to think she was more French than English.'
âSo you've told me.'
They walked on in silence. They were comfortable together, and companionable in their silence; they didn't really need words.
Suddenly Harry came to a halt, stood still, and turned to look at Jane. âThere's something I want to say, actually need to say. I didn't hate her. We
were
having our problems and difficulties, but then you knew we were, didn't you?'
âOh, yes, very much so,' Jane responded quietly.
âYou've known for a long time?'
âI have, Harry.'
âI didn't wish her any harm.'
âI know that.' Jane squeezed his arm.
âIf she had to die, I'm glad it was â¦
instantly
. She didn't suffer, as far as we know ⦠Do you think she suffered?'
âNo. Anyway, the police told you she didn't, because the impact was so enormous. They said she must have died at once. And the Medical Examiner would know the time of death. I'm sure the French police were telling you the truth yesterday.'
âBut her neck, Jane â those policemen told us her neck was ⦠well ⦠partially severed.' A small shudder passed through him at the mere thought of this.
âDon't think about that. Just remember, Anne didn't suffer. You mustn't dwell on the bad things.'
âI know. There's Elizabeth ⦠not yet three until September. How do you tell a child her mother has been killed?'
âGently, Harry,' Jane answered, and there was a hesitation before she said in a soft tone, âWith my help.'
â
Will
you help me, Jane?' he asked eagerly, staring into her eyes, knowing all of a sudden how much he needed her support.
âI will do anything for you, Harry, anything at all. I have always loved Elizabeth: she's the most adorable child, and so like you.'
âDo you think so?'
âI do.'
He was silent, studying her.
She met his long, intense gaze steadily. She cared about this man, had strong and loving feelings for him. All she wanted was to help him now.
âI've been thinking about the summer, chartering a yacht, Jane. I mentioned that to you last week.'
âYou did, and I thought it was a good idea.'
âIf I do charter it, will you come with us? There'd be Mary and Elizabeth, my sister Mary and Charles and their daughters, Frances and Eleanor. Would it be too dull for you, do you think?'
âIt would be wonderful. Quite amazing, I think. I've always wanted to be part of a large family and, I must admit, I've longed for lots of children of my own, actually. But I don't suppose I ever will have a lovely big brood. It's not on the cards.'
âYou mustn't say such a thing, Jane. No one knows what's in store for them, what's going to happen in life.'
She made no response, simply gazed at him, her lovely face open and honest, her eyes clear and sincere. There was no subterfuge in her, and this pleased Harry. She was trustworthy, he was quite certain of that, and he felt a sudden lessening of the sadness as they walked on together. There was an inner peace in her which made her soothing to be with.
âIt helps to think about
positive
things â chartering a yacht, for instance. Don't you agree?' Harry asked as they now headed in the direction of the Louvre Museum.
âGoing on a yacht, taking a cruise with you and your family, is something very positive indeed. And something to look forward to, for me, Harry. Thank you for inviting me ⦠the mere idea of it is magical. I can't wait.'
His spirits lifted, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth for the first time in days. âI don't know how you managed to stumble into my life, Jane Selmere, but I'm awfully glad you did.'
âAnd so am I.' Jane took hold of his arm once more, more possessively this time. There wasn't anything better than a truly loving woman to heal a man's troubled soul. And that she fully intended to do ⦠if Harry Turner would let her. And she would make sure he had the time of his life.