patted her racing heart. ‘That’s okay, then.’
‘She’ll have been after those jewels.’
‘She’s welcome to those jewels, Paul. They’re hers. Father gave me Mother’s jewels when I turned twenty-one.’
He harrumphed.
‘But I really, really need that snuffbox back—this instant.’
She sped up to Barbara’s first-floor bedroom, Paul still hot on her heels. She tapped on the door. ‘Barbara?’
‘Not now, Caro. Please, just leave me in peace.’
‘I won’t take up more than a moment of your time.’ Caro swallowed. ‘It’s just that something has gone missing from the safe.’
‘That jewellery is mine!’
‘Yes, I know. I’m not referring to the jewellery.’
The door cracked open, and even the way Barbara’s eyes flashed couldn’t hide how red they were from crying. Caro’s heart went out to the other woman.
‘Are you accusing me of stealing something? Are you calling me a thief?’
‘Of course not.’ Caro tried to tamp down on the panic threatening to rise through her. ‘Barbara, that jewellery belongs to you—I’m not concerned about the jewellery. Yesterday I placed a small item in the safe—a silver and enamel snuffbox about so big.’ She held her hands about three inches apart to indicate the size. ‘I have to show it to a potential buyer in an hour.’
Barbara tossed her hair. ‘I didn’t see any such thing and I certainly didn’t take it.’
‘I’m not suggesting for a moment that you did—not on purpose—but it’s possible it was accidentally mixed in with the jewellery.’ Behind her back she crossed her fingers. ‘I’m really hoping it was. Would you mind checking for me?’
Barbara swept the door open and made a melodramatic gesture towards the bed. ‘Take a look for yourself. That’s what I took from the safe.’
The bed didn’t look as if it had been slept in. Caro moved tentatively into the room to survey the items spread out on the bed. There was a diamond choker, a string of pearls, a sapphire pendant and assorted earrings and pins, but no snuffbox. Her heart hammered up into her throat.
‘It’s not here,’ Paul said, leaning over to scan the items.
Caro concentrated on not hyperventilating. ‘If...if I don’t find that snuffbox I’ll...I’ll lose my job.’
Not just her job but her livelihood. She’d never get another job in the industry for as long as she lived. In all likelihood legal action would be taken. She’d—
Breathe! Don’t forget to breathe.
Barbara dumped the contents of her handbag onto the bed and then slammed her hands on her hips. ‘Once and for all—I haven’t taken your rotten snuffbox! Would you like to search the entire room?’
Yes! Though of course she wouldn’t.
Her gaze landed on a tiny framed photograph of her father that had spilled from Barbara’s bag. An ache opened up in her chest. How could he have treated Barbara so badly? She understood Barbara’s anger and disappointment, her hurt and disillusionment, but she would never do anything to intentionally hurt her—of that Caro was certain. She just needed to give the other woman a chance to calm down, cool off...think rationally.
‘Did you not sleep at all last night, Barbara?’
Barbara’s bottom lip wobbled, but she waved to the chaise lounge. ‘I didn’t want to sleep in the bed that I shared with...’
Caro seized her hands. ‘He loved you, you know.’
‘I don’t believe you. Not after yesterday.’
‘I mean to split the estate with you—fifty-fifty.’
‘It’s not what he wanted.’
‘He was an idiot.’
‘You shouldn’t speak about him that way.’ Barbara retrieved her hands. ‘If you’re finished here...?’
‘Will you promise to have dinner with me tonight?’
‘If I say yes, will you leave me in peace until then?’
‘Absolutely.’
‘Yes.’
Caro and Paul returned to the study to search the room, in case the snuffbox had fallen during Barbara’s midnight raid on the safe, but they didn’t find anything—not even the partner to that diamond earring.
‘You didn’t take it by any chance, did you, Paul?’
‘No, Miss Caroline.’
‘I’m sorry. I thought I’d just check, seeing as...’
‘No offence taken, Miss Caroline.’ He pursed his lips. ‘She has it, you know. I’m not convinced that the second Mrs Fielding is a nice lady. I once saw her throw your mother’s portrait into a closet, you know.’
Caro huffed out a sigh. ‘Well... I, for one, like her.’
‘What are you going to do?’
She needed time. Pulling her phone from her purse, she rang her assistant.
‘Melanie, a family emergency has just come up. Could you please ring Mr Soames and reschedule his viewing for later in the week?’
The later the better! She didn’t add that out loud, though. She didn’t want to alert anyone to the fact that something was wrong—that she’d managed to lose a treasure.
Her assistant rang back a few minutes later. ‘Mr Soames is flying out to Japan tomorrow. He’ll be back Thursday next week. He had asked if you’d be so good as to meet with him the following Friday morning at ten o’clock.’
‘No problem at all. Pop it in my diary.’
Friday was ten days away. She had ten days to put this mess to rights.
She seized her purse and made for the door. Paul still trailed after her. ‘What do you mean to do, Miss Caroline?’
She wanted to beg him not to be so formal. ‘I need to duck back to my flat and collect a few things, drop in at work to pick up my work diary and apply for a few days’ leave. Then I’ll be back. I’ll be staying for a few days.’
‘Very good, Miss Caroline.’
She turned in the entrance hall to face him, but before she’d swung all the way around her gaze snagged on a photograph on one of the hall tables. A photograph of her and Jack.
For a moment the breath jammed in her throat. She pointed. ‘Why?’ she croaked.
Paul
