Tug of War

Chapter Twenty

Halfway — and, Joe suspected, a calculated halfway — through coffee, they were joined by Charles-Auguste. Aline withdrew, content to leave the two men to talk to each other, perfectly confident and assured.

Left alone, Joe said as much. ‘Aline would seem to have a watertight case to make for the man in the Reims sanatorium being her husband?’

Charles-Auguste nodded. ‘I know! Believe me, Sandilands, I’ve heard it. Over and over. And it grows in strength. I can’t imagine why I bother to demur and throw an occasional, feeble “Ah, but. .” into the mixture.’ He paused and, invited by Joe’s sympathetic silence, went on, pulling a rueful face: ‘But I do! Who am I to say this isn’t my cousin, you may well ask, when his wife of eighteen years, mother of his son, says otherwise? And we were never particularly close. All I can say is that every instinct I have is telling me that there is something very wrong. . very disturbing. . about this identification. And it stems, not so much from the mental patient himself as from Aline.’ His voice had lowered and he cast a quick glance at the door. ‘It’s her sanity I fear for. She’s unnaturally obsessive about this whole business!’

‘A bit harsh?’ said Joe. ‘The desire to have one’s husband restored can hardly be regarded as abnormal? I have spoken to Aline. She held. . and still holds. . Clovis in the deepest affection.’

Charles took a fortifying sip of coffee and levelled a sharp glance at Joe over his cup. His eyes were shining with cynical amusement. ‘I see she’s got you where she wants you, old man! Oh, don’t be concerned — she captures everyone.’ He stirred uncomfortably. ‘But, look here, the thing is. . and you won’t believe me. . I say this unwillingly anyway but. . quite the reverse. Um. I’d say they positively disliked each other.

‘Once he’d got over the initial starry-eyed enchantment, Clovis became over the years, first cool, then irritated and then uncaring. He adored his son, of course. But even so, as soon as war became a possibility he rejoined his regiment. He was a second son. He trained as a soldier at St Cyr. You knew that? And you’re aware, I take it, of the French rules of inheritance? Our crazy Napoleonic law! Everything to be divided equally between the male heirs whether there’s two or twenty. Ridiculous! It’s ruined many a grand — and lowly — estate. And you’d be surprised how many families cease to expand after the birth of the first son. Though, if he dies, a second seems, miraculously, to appear in short order. Clovis’s older brother died and he inherited everything — threw himself into viticulture and was very effective. Then came the war. Brave man, intensely patriotic. I do think his country meant more to him than anything. In short he was gallant, to use an old-fashioned word. He would always put himself in the thick of things. Surprising that he lasted as long as he did.

‘But, as I say, I think he was not unhappy to leave his wife behind. From what I gathered from her complaints he rarely, suspiciously rarely, I’d say, came home on leave. Avoiding her. But he needed to see his son so the man must have been torn in two. He wasn’t a cold man, Sandilands, don’t think it. Reserved perhaps but. .’ He reached forward and picked up the photograph of Clovis holding his son on his knee. ‘That was Clovis. Loving. That’s the man I remember and it’s the man Georges remembers.’

‘Well, he seems to have inspired deep emotion. Aline tells me she is motivated by love to pursue her claim on this man,’ said Joe. ‘But if you’re saying — not love on her part or his — then what? She is preparing to go to some lengths, involving experts in the fields of criminology and psychiatry, to make her case.’

‘And there’s where my concern lies. I was delighted when we were told they suspected he was English. A jolly good solution all round, I thought. Best possible outcome. And that’s when I contacted Douglas and stirred up the French police. At that stage the forces of law and order were not involved and the whole cat’s cradle was being handled by a sanatorium and the Ministry of Pensions. Hardly adequate, I thought, considering the increasing complexity. I knew I could depend on Douglas to send someone to shine a light on all this. And, Sandilands, I’m very glad you’re here. We need to know the truth — we can all work with that.’

‘You don’t think Aline would try to circumvent the truth?’

‘She wouldn’t see it like that. She thinks she’s above it. What Aline decides becomes the truth — if you see what I mean. It’s her unwavering sense of purpose that troubles me. She’s up to something we have no idea of. And if she succeeds in her schemes it will bring her into head-on collision with her son. Georges is as convinced as anyone can be that this man is not his father. And I’m not prepared to stand by and see his home and his future put at risk by one of Aline’s delusions.

‘I’ve worked — yes, worked — alongside Georges for some years now, taught him all I know that’s worth knowing. I’m proud to say in many ways I’ve stood in for his father. It can never be the same, of course, but, well, I’m not a married man, Sandilands, no children of my own so you can imagine how I feel.’ He gave Joe a manly smile. ‘Don’t go in for self-delusion myself. No time for it. I’ve examined my own motives in denying this man and I have to say that’s all I can come up with. The chance that I’d lose my paternal role in regard to Georges. Sounds feeble perhaps but it’s something I’ve required myself to face. I would be distressed to give all this up. .’ He glanced around and then looked back directly at Joe. ‘But not so upset it would occur to me to give false statements, to try to effect a wrong outcome. Never!’

‘Tell me, Houdart — Georges has seen the patient, hasn’t he? I say, can we call the patient by his hospital name of Thibaud? Good Lord, I never thought to ask him. I just assumed that. .’

‘He has seen him. Yes. Once. I took him in one day with his mother.’

‘I’d be interested to hear your view of the meeting.’

‘Awkward, Embarrassing even. Aline talked to the man. . Thibaud, you say?. .as though he were fully compos mentis. “Do you remember, darling, the day when you. . And I simply can’t leave without telling you that. . When you come home, of course. .” There was a lot of that! Thibaud just stared through her. Then they brought a very unwilling Georges into the room. The lad was taken aback. I was sure at first he knew him. He knelt at the man’s feet and took hold of his hands, staring into his face.’

‘Did Thibaud respond?’

‘Not really. He put out a hand and stroked Georges’s arm once or twice. The doctor got quite excited but it wasn’t much to an onlooker.’

‘And Georges’s impression?’

‘He was very shaken but when he could get his thoughts together afterwards, he said: “It’s very like him but it’s not my father.” And he repeated it. “It’s not my father.”’