Free Assassins at Ospreys by R. T. Raichev Page A

she was looking for a substitute, but that didn’t really bother me much.’
    ‘A substitute? What substitute?’ Payne looked puzzled.
    ‘For her dead child of course,’ said Beatrice. ‘ She lost her baby, you see. In the accident.’

8

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    Payne stared. ‘In the same accident?’
    ‘Yes – she was in the other car. The one we collided with. She was seven months pregnant at the time. She survived but she lost her baby. She had a miscarriage.’
    ‘How terrible,’ Antonia said.
    ‘Oh, it was. Doesn’t bear thinking about!’ Beatrice flapped her hands. ‘It was the most tragic thing. Poor Ingrid was all alone in the world when it happened. She wasn’t married. She hated her parents. She had run away from home. She wasn’t in what is known as a “stable relationship” either. A caring, loving, understanding husband or boyfriend might have helped her recover, but that man – Ingrid’s boyfriend – the child’s father – was no good. He’d never really loved Ingrid.’
    ‘He didn’t care about the child?’
    ‘Not one bit, Antonia. Poor Ingrid, on the other hand, wanted a child more than anything else in the world, so she lied to him that she was on the pill. I don’t think he ever forgave her for it. Oh, it is all so sordid. Anyhow, she got pregnant, which had been her intention all along. It made her extremely happy. She started buying things for the baby – clothes, a cot, a pram, various toys.’ Beatrice pressed her handkerchief against her lips.
    ‘I don’t think you should get upset now, really.’ Colville put a protective arm round her shoulders.
    Beatrice sniffed. ‘She said she’d never been so happy . . . But then the accident happened and she lost the baby. And then – then she was dealt another blow – the doctors told her she couldn’t have any more children. That’s when it happened. She said it felt like a wire snapping inside her brain.’
    ‘She swore she’d kill Renshawe, didn’t she?’ Colville said portentously.
    Beatrice didn’t answer. She had covered her face with her hands.
    There was a pause. ‘Ralph was drunk that night, but he isn’t the only one to blame.’ Beatrice looked from Antonia to Payne, her eyes brimming with tears. ‘I haven’t told you the whole story. You see, it was my fault too.’
    ‘Nonsense,’ Colville said robustly. The next moment he looked up. ‘Was that the front door?’
    ‘No, it was my fault. I was tipsy that night. Not as drunk as Ralph was but tipsy nevertheless. We had been drinking at Baudolino’s Bar in Greek Street. We’d had such a marvellous time. Ralph made me laugh. He said such outrageous things! I was very much taken by him, I must admit. How I laughed. I was quite hysterical with it. That’s always a bad sign, isn’t it?’
    ‘I think Ingrid’s back,’ Colville said.
    Beatrice didn’t seem to hear. ‘I didn’t stop Ralph from driving. I should have done, but didn’t. I had actually brought a bottle of champagne with me . We kept drinking from it. I encouraged him to drive fast. If I had been a mature, responsible kind of person, I wouldn’t have allowed Ralph to get into the car, but I wasn’t. I was intent on having a good time. I wanted to please Ralph. We could have taken a cab. Don’t you see? I might have prevented the accident. Only I didn’t.’
    ‘Did you ever tell Ingrid that part of the story?’ Antonia asked after a pause.
    ‘Goodness, no . I gave her a completely different version of events. How I’d begged Ralph not to drive that night. How I had implored him. How I had wept. How I had tried to hide the car keys. I told Ingrid a pack of whoppers. Well, I am as bad as Ralph. I as good as killed Ingrid’s baby. What’s the matter now, darling?’ Beatrice asked irritably as Colville rose abruptly from his seat. ‘Where are you going?’
    ‘I’m going to check,’ he said in a low voice. ‘I think Ingrid’s come back.’
    Beatrice blinked. ‘ Come back? ’ Her