Gold By Gemini

CHAPTER XXII

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JANIE WAS telling me off again.

'We didn't leave,' she was saying angrily, 'because a polite note from you was just too good to be true. You'd have just gone.'

'Charming.'

We'd all but packed. The bungalow stood clean and aired ready for more, for all the world like a runner on starting blocks before another race. I knew Janie was working up to something. She attacked suddenly in the lounge, unfairly bonny and colourful with white net gloves and pastel shades.

'Lovejoy.'

You can tell it's trouble from the way they say things.

'Yes, love?'

'Look at me.'

I'd been staring admiringly at the hillside. St Lonan's chapel with the valuable engravings was only two miles off and nobody would be there as early as this. I'd visited briefly. Some scoundrel would nick them one day. He could slip up the hedgerow, turn left at the road and cut through the sheepfold. Nobody'd see him.

People are rogues and can't be trusted.

'Yes, love?' I gazed innocently into her lovely eyes. They looked full of suspicion.

Women get like this.

'Lovejoy. The Roman coins.'

'Don't,' I got out brokenly.

'You didn't mention them very much to the police, did you?' She waited.

'They almost slipped my mind. When I heard how Nichole had been… well, ill for so long, in close care and all that…' I paused bravely. 'Still, I did own up. Eventually.'

'Did you take any?'

'Me? Take -?' I was outraged. 'Certainly not!'

'Look at me, Lovejoy.'

I'd accidentally turned away, honestly not because I wanted to avoid her eyes. I steadied up and gazed back.

'Did you,' she asked, grim all of a sudden, 'did you go back and steal some?'

I gasped, injured. Women have no sense of grief, not really. It takes a woman to be savage, even barbaric. Look at Nichole.

'Steal?' I demanded coldly. That hurt. 'I showed the police where they were and everything. I said how I'd been looking for Bexon's find. And how she'd followed me and tried to keep the Romans for herself. Shooting me as soon as I'd found them. And pushing poor Edward off the cliff…' I shuddered. No need to act for that.

'Steal,' she said, still suspicious as hell, very determined. 'Steal. As in nick, lift and thieve.'

'No,' I said, wounded to the quick.

'And,' she added unabashed, 'as in Lovejoy. There seemed very few coins. Only a dozen or so. Wouldn't a Roman army carry more than that?'

'How should I know?'

'Janie!' Algernon was suddenly there. I was very glad to see him. She never moved or took her eyes off me. 'How dare you!' He quivered with indignation.

'How dare I what, Algernon?' Janie kept judging and weighing me up. She's basically lacking in trust. It must be terrible to be that way.

'Make - ' he steeled himself - 'well, what can only be designated… suggestions about Lovejoy's character.'

'Go and see to the car, Algernon,' Janie said evenly. 'I've business with Lovejoy.'

'N - n - no, Janie.'

She stared at him then, astonished. Served her right for losing confidence in her fellow-man. She repeated her command but good old Algernon stood his ground quivering like a pointer.

'No, Janie. I can't allow these unpardonable insinuations against Lovejoy's character to go without demur.'

'Algernon,' Janie ground out, 'I think it's time you faced the facts. Lovejoy's an unprincipled, greedy, lustful, selfish -'

Algernon scraped up some more demur and faced her, pale to the gills but still full of heroism.

'You're very - ' he swallowed and finally made it - 'wrong, Janie.'

I gasped in horror and turned aside, doing my strongman-overcome. 'Algernon!' I exclaimed. 'Janie didn't mean -'

'The swine's acting, Algernon!' Janie cried. 'He's up to something. Can't you see?'

'If you only knew, Janie, what terrible events Lovejoy has been through,' Algernon continued icily. 'How absolutely courageous he was -'

'It was nothing,' I muttered, embarrassed.

'How calmly he explained to the police, despite a serious wound -'

'It's only a scratch,' I put in self-effacingly.

'- when he'd been in the very jaws of death!'

'Anyone would have done the same,' I whispered nobly.

'I want a minute alone with him,' Janie said angrily.

'I fully appreciate your… your relationship, Janie.' Algernon drew himself up for a last stand. 'Don't think I've failed to perceive your, well, your weakness where Lovejoy's concerned. I've turned a blind eye towards your… goings-on until now, perhaps even erroneously. But I must speak out.'

I listened, marvelling. How can somebody reach twenty-two and still talk like reading Bram Stoker? He darted a kindly glance at me. I hastily looked courageous.

'I'm going to search him,' Janie said sweetly. 'From balls to bootlaces.'

'I forbid it!' cried Bulldog Drummond.

'Then,' she said, smiling to show she wasn't smiling at all, 'I'm going to frogmarch him down to the Douglas police station and return the Roman things he's stolen.'

'He's not stolen a single item!' Algernon stood firmly between us, dauntless despite having lost his cutlass in the first wave of boarders swarming over his galleon. 'Your feelings are deforming your views. The very fact that your obsessive desire for Lovejoy is entirely physical -'

'Please,' I said, broken. 'I feel you are going too far.'

'Your fatal attraction continually upsets your judgement!' he cried.

Even Janie was speechless at that. I couldn't help thinking Algernon was making some real progress.

'Don't think, Janie,' he said with controlled calm, 'I'm entirely ignorant of your repeated surrenderings to… well, what can only be called… temptations of the flesh.'

'Excuse me, please,' I said quietly. 'I… I can't stay to hear this.'

'Stay here, Lovejoy!' Janie yelped.

The white-faced Algernon blocked her path as I trailed slowly and sadly to the door.

'It's time I remonstrated, Janie,' he was saying as I went, 'on Lovejoy's behalf as well as your own. Have you never thought of your husband? Have you never searched in your innermost heart to learn what value a woman must place upon her sense of loyalty…?'

Isn't education wonderful?

Outside I inspected the Lagonda's rear off tyre. You'd need a microscope to detect any change. It had taken me all bloody night. I scuffed the gravel in case there were telltale signs. Thank God, I offered up, for tubeless tyres. Hiding stuff in those old-fashioned inner tubes must have been almost impossible.

I stuck my ear near the door. They were still at it.

'I'm going to search every ounce of his stuff before we move an inch!'

'And I absolutely forbid -'

I looked again at the Lagonda. Anybody driving would have to take it slowly towards the main Liverpool ferry road. Especially on the bends, though the Romans were wedged thick and tight in layer after layer of unwaxed toffee paper and would be safe.

I'd left a lot of coins in the stream before climbing to the main road and phoning the police. Well, a dozen. I'd carried the main mass wrapped in my coat and stuffed it in an overgrown niche a hundred yards downstream for later. People have to learn they can't always have everything. I've had to. I would give several to the Castle's museum.

Popplewell would have kittens. I'd insist they were exhibited with gold-lettered name cards, one blue, one green. They'd say: 'These Roman treasures discovered in the Roman Province of the Isle of Man.' I'd make sure the donors' names got pride of place, too: 'Donated by Messrs Dandy Jack, B. Manton and B. Wilkinson.'

And if he asked I'd tell him B for budgie.

'He's a selfish - ' Good old Janie, sticking at it.

Women can really get you down if you let them. What disappoints me most is how suspicious they are for no obvious reason. Even when you're being perfectly open they can't stop imagining what you might be up to. No trust in people. I'm glad I'm not like that.

It seemed a clear choice, Janie or the coins. Her, or a Roman treasure. The trouble is I can't stand disagreements. Women really like them. Ever noticed? Anyway, she probably had enough for the fare home.

I got into the Lagonda and drove off.