The Cavendon Luck. Barbara Bradford Taylor
back from the cheval mirror, Diedre eyed herself, pleased with the way she looked. She had borrowed a simple chiffon evening dress from Cecily. It was delphinium blue, tailored, as usual, and had full sleeves and a flared skirt. Her only jewellery was her wedding ring, watch and pearl earrings. Now she pinned Cecily’s famous white rose silk brooch on her shoulder as a finishing touch.
When she went downstairs, Diedre realized she was the first, and then, as she looked around, she spotted Cecily standing at the bottom of the garden near the water’s edge.
‘Coo-ee!’ she called out, walking down to join her sister-in-law beside the lake.
‘Another early bird,’ Cecily said, turning around, smiling. ‘I knew you’d be down at the same time as me.’
‘Aha! I understand, you want to talk to me.’ Diedre stood eyeing her, a quizzical expression on her face.
‘Just to thank you for agreeing we should accompany Charlie to Berlin. I wasn’t sure you would when I suggested that.’
‘I didn’t want to deprive him of the visit, since he’s so eager and sincere about his career as a journalist. And, to be honest, it gives me an opportunity to speak to my contact in person.’
‘Have you had any news?’ Cecily asked, sounding eager, her eyes lighting up.
‘Yes. And it’s not good. However, he’s still trying.’
Cecily was silent, a worried expression suddenly crossing her face. ‘Other people have been able to get out, according to Greta.’
‘Those extractions were early in the game … several years ago,’ Diedre explained quietly. ‘The professor should have left long ago. Things are moving very swiftly in Berlin, from what my contact indicates. Nothing remains the same; everything’s constantly changing. Every day.’ She stopped. She must not appear to know too much.
Cecily nodded, looked out across the lake, her face full of sorrow, her heart aching for Greta.
Diedre put her arm around Cecily’s shoulders. ‘I think it’s a good idea to be positive right now. You never know what might happen. Life is funny.’
‘Thanks for being so helpful, Diedre. I do appreciate it.’
‘You cannot say a thing to Greta. Or give her the slightest hope. That would be cruel. And you must not visit her father when we’re in Berlin. Not under any circumstances. That is absolutely mandatory.’ Diedre gave Cecily a long, hard stare, her eyes narrowing.
‘But she’ll know I’m in Berlin, and it’s not as if I’m going alone!’ Cecily exclaimed, sounding startled. ‘She’ll think it’s strange if I don’t go and see him.’
‘I realize that. And it will no doubt be common knowledge soon enough, because of the others going on the trip. They’ll talk about it. However, the professor may well be under observation, as are many prominent men in all professions, and especially intellectuals. You can’t go near him; you could endanger his life.’
‘I swore on our ancient oath that I would be loyal to you. That still stands, as you well know. A Swann has never broken an oath made to an Ingham,’ Cecily snapped.
Diedre nodded her understanding and, relenting slightly, she added in a gentler voice, ‘I will ask my contact if he can arrange a meeting between you and the professor accidentally, so to speak. I must leave it at that.’
‘Just out of curiosity, is your contact in the War Office with you?’
‘No, and I really can’t discuss him. I’m sure you understand why. Let’s just say I met him … accidentally. No more questions.’
Cecily made a moue. ‘Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked. I was wrong, and I will do exactly as you say. I realize this matter is grave, not to mention dangerous.’
‘You’re smart, Ceci, and I trust you to keep your silence. Do you recall my personal code?’
‘Believe no one. Tell no one. Remember everything. Walk alone.’
Diedre inclined her head. ‘And now it is your code, Cecily Swann Ingham. Understand?’
‘I do.’
At this moment they saw the rest of the family gathering on the loggia, and Diedre took hold of Cecily’s arm. She said, sotto voce, ‘Look surprised when Daphne announces that we’re all going to Berlin with Charlie.’
‘I will.’ Cecily fell into step with Diedre as they walked up the path. She was now fully aware that she was helpless, just as Diedre was. Aunt Charlotte was right when she had once said that no one was in control of their own life. It is the other way around. Life controls every one of us, she thought.
All evening Diedre kept her face still and said very little. She answered any normal questions about Berlin and the Third Reich, and that was it. Any questions which were extreme, political or complex, she left unanswered. She simply said she didn’t have a clue.
Not one person in the world, including any member of her family, knew she was with British Intelligence. Even those loved ones who were dead had never known. Great-Aunt Gwendolyn was the only person who had once had the nerve to come out and ask her bluntly. Even then, Diedre had not answered her aunt in any specific way, leaving her to speculate, still not sure of the truth. Her cover was intact.
When any of her friends or family broached the subject of her work, she always said exactly the same thing: that she was in administration, doing clerical work like the other women employed there. Diedre always left it at that and they didn’t press her. That was the way it must be now. A blank face, empty answers, a posture and attitude that proclaimed lack of knowledge.
Later, when she was alone in her bedroom, she would make her plans for Berlin. And she prayed to God that they would work.
Cecily looked at the clock on the bedside chest. It was well past midnight and she was still wide awake, her thoughts running on unchecked. It had been a lovely evening, with sumptuous food and the best wines. Of course it had become extremely lively once Hugo had announced they would all accompany Charlie to Berlin.
Charlie’s whoops of joy filled the air, and even Alicia had wondered out loud if she should join them rather than returning to Cavendon on Monday. It had been an easy evening, with everyone on an even keel, and for once no quarrels.
After her conversation with Diedre earlier in the evening, Cecily truly realized that it would be a wild-goose chase as far as the professor was concerned. Diedre had made no bones about that, and had been extremely negative. Cecily let out a long sigh at the thought of the trip, now no longer meaningful.
Miles touched her arm, and she realized that he was awake. He said softly, ‘I can almost hear that busy mind of yours turning and turning. What is it, darling?’
‘I don’t know really, I’m just a bit restless, Miles. Perhaps it’s the wine, you know it often keeps me awake. It must somehow fuel my imagination … or something like that.’
‘The same happens to me,’ he replied. ‘I’m just as restless as you. Tell you what, let’s go down to the kitchen and forage for—’
‘You can’t possibly be hungry after that fantastic dinner,’ Cecily interrupted, sounding surprised.
Miles laughed. ‘I was about to say forage for some bananas. Don’t you remember how Aunt Charlotte used to tell us to have a banana if we couldn’t sleep, when we were children. She said it would do the trick, and it did.’
‘Of course, so let’s go and forage.’ Slipping out of bed, Cecily put on her robe and slippers, and Miles followed suit.
A few minutes later they were standing in the sparkling kitchen, which had been thoroughly cleaned by Anna and Bruno after the lavish dinner. A bowl of fruit stood on the countertop; Miles took two bananas, grabbed Cecily’s hand and led her outside.
‘It’s such a gorgeous night, let’s go and sit by