Lady of Hay by Barbara Erskine (reading an ebook TXT) 📕

paintbrush angrily and went back to her painting. "And get me one. "

He glared at her. "The perfect hostess as ever. "

"Better than Jo anyway!" she flashed back. She jabbed at the painting with a palette knife, laying on a thick impasto of vermilion.

"Leave Jo alone, Judy, " Nick said quietly. "I'm not going to tell you again. You are beginning to bore me. "

There was a long silence. Defiantly she laid on some more paint.

Nick sighed. He turned and went into the kitchen. There was wine in the refrigerator. He took it out and found two glasses. He had not told Judy the truth. Last night, at midnight, he had gone to Cornwall Gardens and, finding Jo's apartment in darkness, had cautiously let himself in. He had listened, then, realizing that there was still a light on in the kitchen, he had quietly pushed open the door. The room had been empty, the draining board piled high with clean, rinsed dishes, the sink spotless, the lids on all the jars, and the bread in the bin, when he had looked, new and crusty.

"What are you doing here?" Jo had appeared behind him silently, wearing a white bathrobe.

He had slammed down the lid of the bread bin. "Jo, I had to talk to you—"

"No, Nick, there is nothing to talk about. " She had not smiled.

Staring at her, he had realized suddenly that he wanted to take her in his arms. "Oh, Jo, love. I'm sorry—"

"So am I, Nick. Very. Is it true what Judy said? Am I likely to go crazy?"

"That's not what she said, Jo. "

"Is that what Sam said?"

"No, and you know it isn't. All he said was that you should be very careful. " He had kept his voice deliberately light.

"How come Judy knows so much about it? Did you discuss it with her?"

"Of course I didn't. She listened to a private phone call. She had no business to. And she didn't hear very much, I promise. She made a lot of it up. "

"But you had no business to make that call, Nick. " Suddenly she had been blazingly angry with him. "Christ! I wish you would keep out of my affairs. I don't want you to meddle. I don't want your brother to meddle! I don't want anything to do with either of the Franklyns ever again. Now, get out!"

"No, Jo. Not till I know you're all right. "

"I'm all right. Now, get out. " Her voice had been shaking. "Get out, get out, get out!"

"Jo, for God's sake be quiet. " Nick had backed away from her as her voice rose. "I'm going. But please promise me something—"

"Get out!"

He had gone.

Nick took a couple of gulps from his glass and topped it up again before going back into the studio.

Pete Leveson was standing next to Judy, staring at the canvas.

Nick groaned as Pete raised a hand. "I thought I'd find you here. Has anyone told you yet that you are five kinds of shit?"

Nick handed him one of the glasses. "You can't call me anything I haven't called myself already, " he said dryly.

Judy whirled around. "All right, you guys. Stop being so bloody patronizing. I'm the one who said it all, I'm the one who told her, not Nick. If you've come here to reproach anyone, it should be me, not him. " She put her hands on her hips defiantly.

Pete gave a small grin. "Right. It was you. "

"Was Jo very upset later?" she was unable to resist asking after a moment.

"A little. Of course she was. She didn't believe anything you said, but you chose a pretty public place to make some very provocative statements. "

"No one heard them—"

"Judy. " Pete gave her a withering look. "You were heard by virtually every person in that party, including Nigel Dempster. I've been on the phone to him, but unfortunately he feels it was too juicy a tidbit to miss his column. After all, he's got a job to do, much like mine when you think about it. 'Well-known columnist accused of being a nut case by redheaded painter at Heacham party... ' How could he resist a story like that? And he was there in person! It'll be in Friday's Mail. "

"Hell!" Nick hit his forehead with the flat of his hand. "They'll crucify Jo. She's trodden on too many toes in her time. "

"She'll be okay, " Judy broke in. "She's tough. "

"She's not half as tough as she makes out, " Nick replied slowly. "Underneath she's very vulnerable. "

Judy looked away. "And I'm not, I suppose?"

"We are not talking about you, Judy. It is not your sanity that is going to be questioned in the press. "

"She can always sue them. "

"If she sues anyone, it would be you. For defamation or slander. And it would serve you right. "

Judy blanched. Without a word she took the glass out of Nick's hand and walked with it to the far end of the studio where she stood looking out of the window to the bare earth and washing lines of the garden below.

Pete frowned. "Just how much truth is there in any of this story?" he asked in a low voice.

"None at all. Judy misunderstood completely. " Nick compressed his lips angrily. "Squash the story if you can, Pete. It's all rubbish anyway, but if it wasn't" —he paused fractionally—"if it wasn't, think how much damage it could do. "

Pete nodded. "I had a reason for asking. You are sure that hypnosis can't hurt her in any way?"

"Of course not. " Nick gave an uncomfortable little laugh. Then he looked at him sharply. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason. No reason at all.... "

Chapter 3

While Tim locked the car, Jo stared up at the front of the house. It was a tall, shabby building in the center of a long terrace of once-elegant Edwardian town houses.

"Jo, about last night—" Tim was pocketing his car keys.

"I don't want to