Anthony Eglin - The Blue Rose
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‘God, that sounds horrible,’ Kate exclaimed.
Kingston held out his open palms. ‘On the brighter side, if you play your cards right, you could soon be in the tax stratosphere of superstars and sports professionals. The fees and royalties could be monumental.’
‘I suppose commercial rose growers would be the most interested,’ said Kate.
‘Absolutely,’ said Kingston. ‘There are some big rose companies out there. You can bet your life that David Austin, in this country, will be clamouring to get their hands on the world’s first blue rose. In the States, there’s any number of big outfits. Jackson and Perkins, in Oregon, is probably the biggest. Then there’s Baker-Reynolds, also on the West Coast. In France, the big player is Meilland. In Denmark, it’s Poulsen. Any of them would undoubtedly pay an astronomical price for it. To give you some idea, I read recently that the relatively new German rose Flower Carpet has sold over fourteen million plants worldwide in a short span of time – you can just imagine how many blue roses could be sold.’
A worried look clouded Kingston’s face. ‘My advice is that you start immediately counselling the various kinds of professionals – patent lawyers, accountants and such – who are going to be essential to maintain control of what could otherwise become a nightmare.’ He scratched his forehead, as if trying to conjure something he had overlooked. ‘Oh yes, I remember what it was – there’s an extensive collection of roses out there in your garden, and it’s a certainty that whoever planted and cared for them is, or was, a dyed-in-the-wool rose enthusiast. What’s more, it’s not totally out of the question that he, or she, might have been tinkering with hybridizing. If that’s the case then there may be some records stored away somewhere. It’s taken for granted that anybody making a serious attempt at hybridizing must keep a log of some kind. It’s a long shot, but you never know.’
‘The only person we can ask is the previous owner, Mrs Cooke,’ said Kate. ‘I’ll call Julian, our estate agent, and see if he has her new phone number. Maybe she can shed some light on the matter.’
‘I very much doubt it,’ said Alex. ‘If she knew she had a blue rose in the garden she would have hardly kept it a secret, would she?’
‘I still can’t figure out how come she, her husband, or somebody else, didn’t know about it,’ Kate responded. ‘I agree, it’s well hidden, but do you mean to tell me that all the time it’s been out there nobody has seen it?’
‘And if they had, wouldn’t they have known of its rarity and tried to sell it?’ Alex interjected.
Kingston raised a hand. ‘You’re assuming that it’s been blooming all these years, Kate. It’s a mutant, and there’s a lot we don’t about this rose. Who’s to say that it will behave like a normal rose? Plus, there are other factors that might explain poor or non-florescence–’
‘Florescence?’ Alex cut in.
‘Flowering, blooming,’ Kingston replied. ‘Roses won’t do well in a soil that’s too alkaline. It’s possible that there’s chalk in that part of the garden. It’s not in a very sunny spot, either – another factor influencing flower production. Add these together and it’s not beyond the realm of possibility that it’s only just started blooming. We will never know.’
‘You’ve convinced me,’ said Kate.
‘Well, if you do find anything more, let me know right away,’ Kingston said, walking over to the coffee table, placing his cup and saucer on the tray.
Kate sensed that, for today, at least, they had exhausted the subject of the blue rose. Alex was about to leave the room when Kingston spoke again. His words were carefully chosen and articulated. ‘Kate and Alex, let me say this. I’m not sure, yet, that either of you grasp fully the significance and enormous impact that this discovery is going to have on the international world of horticulture and commerce. There’s no doubt in my mind that the two of you could become exceedingly wealthy, but you’d best prepare yourselves for some surprises and some sacrifices, too. I’m sure these can be minimized if you exercise reasonable care and good judgement.’ His expression became less serious. ‘What we have to do is to assemble a competent team of professional people to handle the legal work, management and marketing of this awesome rose. It’s going to take a lot of your time and a lot of hard work on your part.’
Kate noted that Kingston had said ‘we’.
‘What’s the first step, then?’ Alex asked.
‘To find a good lawyer.’
‘How do we go about that?’ asked Kate. ‘Blue roses are hardly a legal specialty.’
‘A patents specialist is the closest I can think of,’ said Alex.
Kingston nodded. ‘I think you’re probably right, Alex.’
‘There must be some kind of referral service, I would imagine,’ said Kate.
‘There is,’ Kingston replied. ‘You need to call the Law Society. They recommended a solicitor for me a number of years ago. As a matter of fact, I think they have a website. You may want to check, Alex.’
Alex grinned. ‘What were you accused of?’
Kate flashed him a disapproving look.
Kingston smiled. ‘We were defending old Rascal.’
Alex frowned. ‘Old Rascal?’
‘Our beagle. Took a chunk out of one of the neighbourhood kids who’d been baiting him. Mother took us to court.’
‘You gave him the right name,’ said Kate, smiling.
‘What was the outcome?’ Alex asked.
‘He got off with probation, thankfully. Anyway, I know the Law Society will find you just the right man.’
‘Or woman,’ said Kate.
‘Well, of course,’ Kingston quickly corrected himself.
Contorting his long limbs like a giant cricket, Kingston squirmed expertly into the cramped quarters of his highly polished TR4, slamming the door with authority. ‘You know, once word gets out about this rose,’ he shouted over the noise of the engine, ‘your world will never be quite the same.’ Then, with a wave of his gloved hand, he was gone.
As the gurgling exhaust of his sports car faded into the distance, an exhausted Alex and a thoroughly bemused Kate stared at each other for a few seconds, then started laughing, helplessly. It was an outburst of both relief and pent-up exhilaration.
Hand in hand, they walked back into the house.
Chapter Five
Any fool would trade his left toe for a blue rose – it’s worth a potential fortune. Worldwide, twenty-five billion dollars are spent on cut flowers annually, one fifth of that on roses.
Rayford Reddell, rose grower, author
Kate brushed some breadcrumbs off the table into the palm of her hand. ‘More tea, Alex?’
‘Just a drop, thanks.’
They’d finished breakfast and Alex was engrossed in the Sunday Telegraph .
The day before, on the Law Society’s website, Alex had obtained the phone numbers and addresses of several lawyers they were recommending. Alex picked Christopher Adell of the firm Sheridan, Adell and Broughton, Lincoln’s Inn Fields, London.
Kate walked over to the counter and flicked the crumbs into the sink. Glancing up at the wall clock, she flipped the switch on the electric kettle. ‘Alex, it’s almost eight. You’d better start getting ready, you know what Mrs Hendrickson is like.’
‘Only too bloody well,’ Alex mumbled, still reading. ‘Frankly, I think she has a lot of gall insisting we meet at the building site on a weekend.’
‘Come on, Alex, it’s only a couple of hours.’ She looked across the kitchen at him. ‘You’ve had your nose stuck in that page for five minutes. What’s so interesting?’
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