Mistresses: Blackmailed With Diamonds / Shackled with Rubies. Robyn Donald
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off me,’ I snapped.
‘Good grief!’ he said, peering at me more closely. ‘What the devil-?’
‘I said, get off me!’
He drew back and rose to his feet, pulling me up with him and keeping hold of my wrists.
‘Who the hell do you think you are to jump on me?’ I demanded, trying to kick him again but not managing it this time.
‘I’m a man who doesn’t like being stolen from, even if it is just petty cash.’
‘I haven’t stolen from you,’ I raged.
‘But you were trying to. Why else were you hiding in the bushes? I’ve been crept up on before. I know the signs.’
‘Oh, really?’ I seethed. ‘You’re so clever, aren’t you? But you’ve got it wrong this time.’
‘Why are you soaking wet?’ he asked suddenly.
‘I’ve been swimming,’ I flashed. ‘I thought it would be good for my health. Ow!’
I’d actually managed to free one hand by then, but in the same moment I trod on something sharp.
I yelled and hopped about, and then found myself actually clutching him again to steady myself. That really annoyed me.
He was looking down at me with interest.
‘You’re not wearing very much,’ he remarked.
‘Ten out of ten for observation.’
‘Well, I’m funny like that. When a girl’s wet and half naked I tend to notice, especially up close.’
I abandoned politeness. ‘Bully for you! And I am not a thief.’
‘Well, you sure looked like one, skulking in the bushes until a victim came past. You think anyone who walks out of the casino must be a millionaire—’
It was madness to get into an argument with him, but I couldn’t stop myself.
‘Well, that’s all you know,’ I snapped. ‘I’ve been in enough casinos to know that people walk out poorer than they go in. If they didn’t, all the casinos would close down.’
‘You really know the subject, don’t you? I’ll bet you have been in casinos! I expect your accomplice is still in there—’
‘What accomplice?’
‘The one who signalled you that I’d had a big win—’
‘So you say! Every loser says he’s a winner.’
‘What do you think all that is on the ground?’ he
demanded, pointing down.
For the first time I realised that the ground was covered with notes.
‘Those are my winnings, which just happened to fall out of my pocket while we were struggling,’ he said.
‘Don’t try to make that sound like my fault,’ I said. ‘You pounced on me, not the other way around. I was not lurking to steal from you.’
‘OK, we’ve exchanged pleasantries long enough. Why don’t you tell me what you’re doing and why?’
‘I am looking for the British Consul,’ I asserted, with what I hoped was dignity.
‘Dressed like that?’
‘It’s because I’m dressed like this that I need the Consul,’ I said through gritted teeth.
‘You need help, don’t you?’
‘You guessed!’
‘I’m clever that way,’ he said, not letting himself be offended by the edge in my voice, which I suppose was lucky for me.
‘I’m running away,’ I told him, ‘but I’ve got nowhere to run to.’
‘Where are you running from?’
‘A yacht. It’s called The Silverado and it’s moored down there. Look.’
From here we could just about make out Vanner’s yacht, far below us in the harbour.
‘That one,’ I said, ‘right next to the big vulgar one.’
‘You mean The Hawk?’ he said.
‘You know it?’
For a moment I thought he seemed uneasy.
‘Why do you say it like that?’ he asked.
‘Like what?’
‘As though knowing The Hawk is a crime. Are you acquainted with the owner?’
‘I know of him. He’s a creep called Jack Bullen, and Hugh Vanner has been trying to crawl to him ever since he berthed.’
‘That makes this Vanner character a creep, but why Bullen?’
‘Because Vanner would only crawl to an even bigger creep than himself.’
‘I suppose that’s logical,’ he admitted.
‘He even sent him gold and diamond cufflinks. I ask you!’
‘That’s really disgusting. And who needs gold and diamonds? Look at these—’
He flashed his own cufflinks at me and I was startled. They were really rubbish, and I mean really. My family is expert in appraising jewellery and I absorbed it with my mother’s milk.
Not that I needed expertise with these. They looked as if they’d come off a market stall, and the mother-of-pearl was peeling.
‘You do know The Hawk, don’t you?’ I challenged him.
‘In a sort of way,’ he said vaguely.
I wondered if he was one of the ship’s stewards, enjoying a night out. Despite his fancy shirt and bow tie this man was short of cash. His winnings probably represented a fortune to him.
‘You’d better pick up your money,’ I said.
‘Can I risk letting you go?’
‘I’ve got nowhere to run.’
He released my wrist and bent to grasp some of the notes.
‘How about helping me?’ he asked, looking up.
‘I’d rather not touch your cash.’
‘OK, OK, you’re not a thief and I’m sorry I said it. Now, will you help me before a wind gets up and it blows away?’
I picked some up, deciding that my first thoughts had been right. Clearly this man needed every penny.
‘So now tell me what you’re doing here? Or can I guess? You’re running from Vanner the creep?’
‘Right! And from the other creeps that he wanted me to “be nice” to. This is his dress.’
His lips twitched.
‘I’ll bet he doesn’t look as good in it as you.’
‘Very funny. I jumped overboard to escape him, and now I don’t know what to do or where to go. I need the Consul, but Monaco is so tiny it probably doesn’t have one.’
‘Yes, it does—well, a Vice-Consul anyway. If you like I’ll take you to find him.’
I nearly collapsed with relief.
‘Would you really? Thank you, thank you—could we go now, please?’
‘All right. Just let me—’
‘That’s her!’
The voice came from the darkness, but it was followed at once by Vanner scurrying across the lawn like a black beetle.