Lynda Plante - The Talisman

Without a word, Alex slipped the chain around his neck.

Abruptly, Edward sat down in his leather chair, swung around and tapped the files on the desk. ‘South Africa’s wide open, doing a few deals, should have some good results by next week... They still live in fucking mud huts. We start a housing project over there... Alex my old son?’ Receiving no reply, he looked searchingly at Alex. ‘Something wrong? What’s up?’

‘How does twelve years for fraud sound?’

Edward’s face changed, suddenly sharp, vicious.

‘You got something niggling you, why don’t you say it?’

Alex threw his arms up in fury. ‘Niggling? Niggling me? Jesus Christ, Edward, you’re a fucking crook. I’ve never seen accounts like them, and what’s more, I don’t see how you’ve been getting away with it.’

‘Because, old chap, on the surface I am a very respectable citizen... I also employ a team of men whose sole job it is to make sure I don’t get copped, and now it’s your job. You think any of my little businesses are too risky, fine — I’ll get rid of ‘em, because I can’t afford at this stage to have even a murmur go round. I admit there’s a few petty fiddles...’

‘Petty? Eddie, you are fiddling on every side of every business! It’d take just one, just one nosey little tax inspector, and you’d fall like a pack of cards. You’re moving money from bank to bank, next month shifting it to another — you keep on buying more and more businesses and you’ll be wiped out.’

Edward shrugged and said fine, Alex should get rid of any he felt were not viable assets, that’s what he was in the business for.

‘It’s not just that. The whole structure of the company stinks. You’ve got more offshore companies than you know what to do with, half of ‘em you’ve shelled out money for just for the names, you haven’t even used them... Unless what I read in the files is a lot of bullshit and you’re keeping stuff from me, and if so we can’t work together. You’ve got to come clean with me, Eddie.’

‘Don’t call me that!’

Alex raised his hand in a gesture of submission. ‘Okay, okay — Edward, that all right? I can sort through these companies and get rid of them, fast. You cannot be associated with these frauds. All the pinball machines, the fruit machines, we can hang on to, but the scrapyards and the warehouses stocked with hot goods have to be cleaned out, and we start afresh. No documents here either, nothing must link you to them if there’s ever an investigation.’

Edward sighed, bored. ‘The law’s paid off, I’ve paid them enough to stop any investigations.’

Alex was round the desk before Edward knew it, grabbed him by his lapels. ‘Paid off, is it? Listen, I know every tax dodge there is, I can clean up the mess for you. But, by Christ, you don’t take me down again, not this time... I want any bribes, any shit, cleaned up, because I’ll never go back to jail, hear me...? You got it?’

Edward pushed him away, straightened his suit. ‘Okay, okay, I hear you, no need to get uptight.’

Alex reached for the folder on South Africa and Edward snatched it away. ‘You got your work cut out for you — go on, sell off anything you don’t like the look of. This is just a mining project I’m interested in.’

Alex concentrated on his polished nails. His voice was quiet, controlled. ‘Ten years inside and the smell, the stench, never leaves you, it’s in your clothes, your hair. You go on this way and by Christ that’s where you’ll end up... You’ve got to be sharper, not so greedy, take it stage by stage. You recognize a good deal, but you can’t stop your left hand grabbing.’

For a moment Edward seemed to hesitate, then he thumped Alex on the back. ‘You make a donation to charity, a big one, big gesture — get the Duke of Edinburgh’s youth clubs or whatever, bung it to them. We’ll clean the slate of the dodgy companies, then it’ll be right by the book, all right my son? All right, Alex?’

Alex was still uneasy, he didn’t altogether trust his brother. But he shook the outstretched hand, then said he was about to move into his new house. Edward smiled, but his eyes were cold. ‘You’ve been very busy while I’ve been away. Who’s done it up? You get the Jap woman over?’

Alex turned his back on Edward, walked to the door. ‘No, she was too busy on one of your projects, I managed on my own... Have you thought about contacting Harry yet? You just upped and left, you know, you might have had the decency to call her. I’ll be in my office, should you need me.’

Edward drummed his fingers on the desk. He would have to tread a little more carefully with Alex breathing down his neck. He decided there and then that Alex would be informed only so far, certain deals he would keep to himself.

Edward burst through the front door, his arms full of gifts and an enormous bunch of red roses. He called Harriet’s name and she appeared, wearing an enormous pair of men’s overalls. She waved a paintbrush at the roses. ‘You’ll get those wrapped around your neck, Edward Barkley... What the hell do you mean by pissing off without a word?’

‘I’m sorry, sweetheart, really urgent business cropped up, and I had to drop everything and run... You want to see what I’ve brought you?’

‘No.’

Edward threw everything up in the air and smiled at her. ‘Okay... how about getting those overalls off?’

‘Not bloody likely. I’m working, very urgent business cropped up, darling. I’m sorry, now do excuse me...’

Edward chased her up the stairs. Laughing, she flicked her paintbrush at him, then pulled him by the hand into her new studio. He blinked, and rested his elbow on her head. ‘Now, I’m not a very critical sort of chap, Harry, but don’t you think it’s rather bright...’

‘It’s supposed to be... Don’t you like it?’

‘Oh, yeah, I love it... and I like the spotted pattern on the floorboards — how did you do that?’

‘They’re drips, you bastard... See, I did the ceiling — have you any idea how I’ve slaved over this room?’

Edward pulled her close and kissed her neck. She smelt of turpentine and paint. He asked about dinner.

The kitchen was in a shambolic state — dishes piled almost to the ceiling, empty soup tins stacked in a corner... ‘I think I’m going to demand a refund on you, Harry — look at the state of the place.’

‘Well, Alex left, and I can’t cook... We can go and get a takeaway... Indian — shall we have Indian? Or there’s Chinese...? Fish and chips? What do you feel like?’

Edward tossed her the car keys and said she could decide, he was going to take a bath. A short while later he heard her call up the stairs that dinner was served, and went down to the dining hall in his dressing gown. Several small cartons of Chinese food lay on the table, and a note, attached by a drawing pin, which said, ‘Enjoy your dinner.’

Alex was surprised to receive a call at his office so early in the morning. Harriet said he was not to worry, she had been called away on very urgent business, then she hung up. Alex had no idea what she meant.

Alex was working on diligently, gradually putting things in order. Back taxes were being settled, the hundreds of workers legally employed, with insurance cards and tax codes. No fool, Alex was accounting for every penny — profits, valuations, securities, leases, pensions, overseas subsidiaries, losses... he wanted no loose ends, everything carefully documented.

Just as Alex was leaving the office, Edward strode in, unshaven and obviously very worried. ‘I can’t find bloody Harriet, have you any idea where she is?’

Alex slapped himself on the head and apologized for forgetting to mention her call.

‘What urgent business, for Chrissake? Did she tell you where she’d gone?’