High stakes and
desperate men
By Amrita
Dhingra
"GOOD morning sir", the voice
was brisk, efficient and feminine. It broke through the
mists of your slumber and bright sunshine, the direct
result of her pulling away the curtains, alighted on your
face.
"What...?!?" It
must regretfully be reported that you were not your
charming, suave self that morning and this was the best
you could come up with.
"Mrs Jameson asked me
to bring you a cup of tea, sir".
You prised open one eye
and saw the maid pointing to the tea tray at your bedside
and fell back against the pillows, exhausted already.
"She said shell
be coming up to see you in a little while. In the mean
time if you need anything sir just ring the bell".
With a polite smile she shut the door behind her and
left.
And though it was patently
clear that she was an ordinary maid you couldnt
stop a cold shiver from running down your spine.
"Jeepers!" the
exclamation escaped your lips. And not without reason
too. As far as you were concerned youd had enough
of maids for one lifetime. Memory returned with
consciousness and all that youd been through in the
past few days flashed by in your head. It was not all
pleasant reminiscing and you winced as you remember how
Amanda Spence had taken you for a ride to end all rides.
Drinking your tea in a
sort of daze you made a mental inventory of your various
injuries. A solid bump on the head that was making its
presence felt by throbbing like the blazes, a couple of
bruised ribs and a creditable assortment of bruises and
grazes. "Ouch!" You turned over on your side
and discovered a bruise you had failed to notice. At that
same moment there came a peremptory knock on the door and
turning the handle Fiona came in .
"Ah! there you are,
feeling sorry for yourself no doubt", she paused to
smile at you in her most superior elder sister manner.
"Oh shut up will
you"! You took offence to her attitude of callous
indifference and amusement.
"Touchy arent
you?" She picked up your discarded jacket from the
chair and sat down. "Amanda warned me about
it", here again she paused to smile.
"Amanda! Amanda was
here!" You sat up with a jerk, it did nothing for
your various bruises, and you regretted it the instant
you did it, "What the hell was that hell-cat doing
here?"
"Like your choice of
words What the hell was that hell cat doing
here? She grinned at your exasperation, "Who
did you think brought you here? An angel with gossamer
wings? A stork, though its just a little too late
for that, wouldnt you say? Or a girl with a
perfectly good heart and an Austin-Martin DB 7?"
"She brought me
here?"
"Give the man a
coconut!" Fiona was certainly enjoying herself now,
"not only did she bring you here, she stayed long
enough to ensure Doctor Vextor gave you a clean bill of
health".
"Thats just to
ensure she wont be booked for murder!"
"Theres
gratitude for you", again Fiona exhibited her
irritating tendency to have fun at your expense. It was
nothing new of course. It had been the bane of your
childhood and you wondered why you hadnt done
anything about it before. Hadnt you read that
taking a firm stand was the best course of action?
"Fiona I wish you
would mind your own business!" you said with the aim
of taking a firm stand.
"All right", she
said simply, still grinning unrepentantly. "By the
way Carrie is out in the garden. Shes been asking
after you every ten minutes. Worried sick about you I
gather. I hadnt told her you were awake, thought
you might like some peace and quite, but I guess I send
her right up now". With that parting shot your elder
sister left the room, proving once again that as far as
making your life miserable was concerned age had done
nothing to rob her off her formidable skills.
Making a mental note to
get back at her as soon as possible you climbed out of
bed and locked your door securely. It may be awfully
disloyal of you and the world may pass you off as a cad
but the last person you wanted to see right then was
Carrie Calloway. The thought of climbing back into bed
was tempting but the thought of Amanda Spence having put
one over you on such a grand scale was a thorn in your
side and all thoughts of sleep fled with its appearance.
With renewed determination you headed for a shower and a
shave.
When you emerged a good
half an hour later you had no illusions about the way you
looked. Dr Vextor apparently belonged to that class of
physicians who believed in taking no chances. In an
attempt to over-ensure the healing of the bump on your
head he had used copious amounts of bandage and sticking
plaster. The result was that your face looked something
like something an ancient Egyptian mummy wrapper had been
practising on. You had tried to pull it of but the whole
thing was too painful. You decided to go down to the
doctor himself.
As you made your way
downstairs, careful to check around corners for you
didnt want to run into Carrie, you were not exactly
in the best frame of mind. Revenge was most certainly on
your mind. Amanda Spence had better watch out!
You found Fiona in the
library, just stepping out of the French windows and out
into the garden.
"I say Fi, I need to
borrow your car", you called after her.
"I hope youre
feeling up to driving", she said as you caught up
with her, "because my driver just quit.
Servants!"
For the next five minutes
she proceeded to air her views on the lack of loyal
retainers, on how the feudal spirit wasnt really a
spirit any longer and several other issues which were on
her mind. The keys to her car were inside the house and
after you had reassured her that bruised and battered as
you were, you would be able to drive she promised to go
in presently and fetch them. It was patently clear
however, that she had no intention of going in before she
had finished her diatribe on the staff that ran her
mansion.
And though you knew had no
hope of cutting her short, your experience with women,
and particularly Fiona, putting you straight on the point
that a woman will say what she has to say, you really did
wish she would stop. Not that there was any chance of
that happening, because Fiona in mid-season form could
out-talk most people you knew. Nevertheless, you
couldnt help feeling a little hot under the collar
because you were worried that any minute now, around the
corners of the huge maze you were walking along would pop
out Carrie. And the reason you needed Fionas car in
the first place was that you were determined to put as
much distance between yourself and the Calloway progeny
as possible.
"...And you
wont believe this new gardener Ive had to
hire. Looks slightly mentally retarded. Insisted I allow
his dog to live on the premises. Not that Imind really
but still you wonder at what the world is coming to. Next
therell be a maid who wants board and lodging for
her pet elephant. Heaven help us!"
"Yes, quite."
You had had ample practice to know when a pause from
Fiona required a statement of agreement from you. For in
reality you were worried stiff that your luck was going
to run out and youd come face to face with Carrie.
"You arent
really listening, are you?" Fiona was quick enough
to catch up with you. "I guess Ill go and get
those keys, stay around here will you? I have to have a
word with that new gardener. Hes working on my
prize roses in the centre of this maze".
"Right Ill be
hereabouts", you gave her your best eager-to-please
grin.
"And if I were you I
would listen more carefully to what other people are
saying or its bound to land you in hot water
someday", with that parting prophecy she headed for
the house.
You were now faced with
the problem of what to do while you waited for her to
come back. Danger in the imminent presence of Carrie
loomed large and you were just wondering if it would
safer inside the maze, when matters were taken out of
your hands.
"Ah! Got you!!"
There was a triumphant yell from across the shrubbery
that constituted the outer perimeter of the maze and
before you knew it you had a stout rope around your
shoulders and you were jerked inwards.
"Got you this time
you worm and I am not letting you go! the rope tightened
around you like the coils of a determined and famished
Anaconda and with a sinking feeling you recognised the
voice of Frank Gulley. The man whose sole aim in life was
to end yours.
"Frank," you
tried to put on the calm, reasonable tone of voice which
is supposed to go down well with terrorists, agitated
canines and soon-to-be-assassins, "old man how are
you doing?"
It pained you to realise
that your attempt did not go down well with him.
"Gah!" he said
as if to reassure you that he had lost none of his verbal
skill when it came to expressing murderous rage. Then
without much ado he proceeded to drag you, all the while
from across the shrubbery, to the entrance of the maze
before jerking you in.
"Hey Frank come off
it, will you? I mean for gods sake I told you I
dont want to marry Carrie!" You decided that a
direct appeal was the best option under the present
circumstances.
"Why? Been playing
games with her have you? Just what I expect from a
scoundrel like you! Just you wait youll get
whats coming to you!" And despite your putting
up a spirited resistance he bound the rope around you,
for his anger had lent him the strength of ten strong
men, and marched you Indian-style through the winding
corridors of the maze to the centre where Fionas
prize roses grew in all their glory.
"Sit!" said
Frank in a sergeant major tone of voice.
You sat down.
"Now," he said
with the relish of a connoisseur, "how shall we go
about it?" He picked up a wicked looking pair of
garden shears that were lying in the wheelbarrow along
with the other garden tools. "Let me see, I think
well start by cutting off your hair because only
yesterday I heard Carrie saying that she liked the neat
hairstyle you have ..." here his mind wandered for a
moment, "...while I have to wear this hideous beard
to disguise myself. Still I shall have my
revenge!!!"
"Wait a minute Frank
I say man come on! Dont tell me youve
forgotten that were pals! You wouldnt do this
to a pal, would you?"
"Watch me," he
said disabusing you of the notion.
It was one of those
moments in your life when everything hung in the balance.
You looked around in desperation hoping for somebody,
something that would make him stop.
"I took up this job
as a gardener just because Carrie likes to be in the
garden so much. But even here I find you infesting the
premises. But good enough I shall get rid of you soon
enough and nows my chance!"
You had to find something
to distract him and quickly. Fiona was bound to come
along any time now, but till then you were much on your
own.
"Wait a minute
Frank", you yelled as your eyes alighted on the bed
of roses he had been working on, "you dont
want to lose this job, do you?"
"Why?"
"Because if you
dont hurry up and do something thats exactly
whats going to happen! For unless I am grossly
mistaken that is Fionas favourite rose bush
youve pulled out there and Fiona is going to be
here any moment now!"
"What?" That got
his attention, for though Frank may be a genius at
astronomy he was no green thumb and he had in fact pulled
out one of Fionas prize bushes, confused no doubt
by the fact that it was not in bloom. To him apparently
the logic was simple: no flower meant no rose bush meant
weed it out.
"Gosh!" he said
dropping the shearing scissors and his aggression at the
same time, for you could hear Fiona talking to someone in
the distance, "what am I going to do?"
Now the reader may think
you weak-minded but faced by Franks return to his
normal goofy state, and you had lost count of the number
of times youd seen the same lost expression on his
face as a schoolboy, you couldnt hold out. It was
clear that he was looking to you to bail him out. For a
moment your anger fought with the feeling of altruism and
just when you felt the former was winning you heard
yourself say,
"Fear not old chap,
help is near!"
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