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33. (Jess & Jamie)
Jamie knocked on his cousins' front door. He hoped they were home, considering
he had arrived unannounced. He checked his appearance and waited. The door was
opened by an older woman in her early forties. She had brown hair and hazel
eyes. "Jamie, what a surprise! How nice to see you. Come in."
"Thanks, Sheila." He carried in his two suitcases. "I hope you
don't mind my spur-of-the-moment visit. Where's Jess?"
"She's shopping on The Avenue. She shouldn't be too long. Can I get you
something to eat or drink?"
"A Coke would be nice." Jamie looked around. "You've done a lot
in two years. Where are all the boarders?"
"There isn't much call for them now--boarding houses, I mean. If someone
comes looking for a room, though, they'll get it. But enough of that. How is
everything in London?" she asked as they moved to the front porch.
"Well, Dad and Alison have been busy attending fund raisers and the like.
Aunt Sarah, Fitz, and Harry are all well. Andrew did well his first year at
Cambridge and plans to take a walking tour of the Highlands during the
hols."
"Jamie, is that you?" A girl in her late 'teens stood at the front
gate. She was wearing kakhi slacks and a light cotton blouse. She ran to the
porch, her brown hair flying behind her. "I can't believe it!" She
hugged him. "What are you doing in Greenwich?"
"I had some free time and decided to visit. I also thought I might be able
to persuade you to come to England with me."
Sheila was surprised. "How kind of you to offer, Jamie, but what about
college?"
"Cambridge is a decent university, so I've heard," he said with a
grin.
"Cambridge?" Jessica's eyes glowed.
"We can't afford Cambridge."
"Sheila, you are heir to the title of York; you can definitely afford
it."
"I'll have to think about it," Jess said. "It's a big
decision."
"That's why I prepared for a vacation," Jamie laughed.
"Why don't you take Jamie to the harbor?"
"Mom," Jess groaned.
"It's only an idea for a beautiful afternoon."
"Okay. Is that okay with you, Jamie? I don't want you to feel forced, or
anything."
"I don't mind. As a matter of fact, I think I'd enjoy it very much."
"Would you like to walk or ride?"
"I've been sitting down for what seems like forever so a walk would be
perfect."
They headed down Milbank Avenue towards Indian Harbor. They were silent for the
first few blocks until Jess spoke. "So, what have you been doing the past
two years?"
"Aside from Cambridge?" She nodded. "Not much, really. I've
played amateur sports, but don't think that I'm one of the idle rich. I've held
a job or two as well."
"What kind of sports?"
"Oh, cricket, polo."
"How come you aren't this summer?"
"This summer is special."
"Why?"
Jamie stopped and looked at her. "I'm joining the Navy in September."
"The Navy?"
"It's something of an unwritten rule that members of the royal family have
to do military service. I chose the Navy."
"Does Steven know?"
"Of course. I told him first."
They walked under the railroad bridge on Steamboat Road. "Did you mean
what you said back at the house, the reason for coming here?"
"Yeah, every word. You should be the one getting all the benefits, not me.
You're the one with the Stuart blood."
"But I haven't been raised to it. I wouldn't know what to expect."
"That didn't stop Dad and Aunt Sarah. All I ask is that you visit for the
summer and see what you think. Nothing more."
Jessie thought for a moment. "Okay, I'll give it a try."
They were nearing the end of the road. Ahead on the right was a large, white
stucco building with a green tile roof. "What's that?"
"The Indian Harbor Yacht Club."
"Doesn't look very imposing."
"It looks better from the back. I'll show you from the public pier."
They kept walking.
A car horn blared. "Jessica! Jessica Oakes!" Jess and Jamie turned
around and saw a young man in a Mustang convertible waving at them. "Jess,
didn't you hear me?"
Jessie walked back to the parking lot entrance. "I'm sorry, Cliff, I
didn't. I was showing my cousin the harbor."
"Why don't you show him from the club? The view's much better."
"I don't know," Jess hesitated.
"I'd love to," said Jamie.
"Wonderful. Just wait at the front door while I park the car. Won't be a
minute." He turned his car around and went into the parking lot.
"Why did you accept?" Jessie whispered harshly.
"I was invited to a yacht club. Why were you going to turn it down?"
"I always feel uncomfortable around this type of people. I don't know how
to act in front of them."
"Have you ever thought that maybe they don't know how to act in front of
you? Just be yourself and let them do the worrying."
Cliff met them at the front door and Jessie introduced them. "Cliff, this
is my cousin Jamie, who's come for a little visit."
"Cliff?" asked Jamie.
"Short for Radcliffe. Pleased to meet you." He looked at Jess.
"You look thirsty. How about a Coke?"
"Sure."
"What about you, Jamie?"
"A drink would certainly hit the spot."
Cliff led them into the club directly to the bar. The inside definitely
fulfilled the ideas one had of a club: plush carpets on the floor, a banquet
and ballroom, bar, and porches overlooking the harbor. "Hello, Mr.
Mead," said the bartender. "What can I get you?"
"A Coke for the lady, a beer for myself, and . . ."
"I'll take a Coke, too."
Drinks in hand, they stepped onto the porch. The harbor was a beautiful sight
with all the yachts and sailboats moored in safety. Three islands were in
direct view about a mile or so out. "What are those islands?" asked
Jamie.
"That's Island Beach on the left, Great Captain's Island in the middle,
then Little Captain's Island. There are ferries that go back and forth,"
answered Jess. "Those houses over there," she said pointing to the
slopes that bordered the harbor to the right, "are in Belle Haven. Quite a
few celebrities live there."
"I would assume that waterfront property is the most sought-after."
"I'm not so sure," said Cliff. "You don't have as much privacy
as you would backcountry."
"Backcountry?" Jamie was intrigued.
"That's where most of the horse people live," said Jess. "Large
mansions on large tracts of land hidden by large trees and large fences."
"That's where the country clubs are, as well as the polo club," added
Cliff.
"I didn't know Greenwich had a polo club."
"Oh, yes. It's pretty good, too. As a matter of fact, a team from England
is playing there tomorrow. Why don't you come and watch?"
"Playing a British team, I'm sure there'd be quite a large crowd. How will
we get in?"
"Guest list. Once I get home, I'll call and leave your names. Should I put
your parents' names down as well?"
"Couldn't hurt," said Jamie. "If they decide to come, there
won't be any trouble. What time does it start?"
"1:00." Cliff drained his glass. "Can I give you a lift
home?"
Jamie was ready to say "yes", but knew the decision was Jessie's. She
did not answer immediately, but debated in her mind. Jamie wasn't exactly sure
of what she was thinking, but guessed that it had to do with keeping Cliff from
seeing where she lived. She surprised him with her answer. "I'd like that
very much, Cliff. Thanks."
"Great." He put his mug down on the table and the others followed his
lead. They went out to his car. Because it was a sportscar, Jamie volunteered
to sit in back. Cliff tried to start a conversation. "So, how long do you
plan to stay, Jamie?"
"It's up to Jess. She's coming back with me."
"That's great. I was planning to go over sometime next month. Maybe I'll
see you there."
"Maybe," agreed Jess. "The house is on the next block," she
told Cliff. "The one on the corner with the stone wall."
Cliff dropped them off on front of the house. "Remember, 1:00 tomorrow.
I'll see you then."
"Thanks, Cliff," said Jess with a smile. Cliff grinned and drove off.
Jamie watched her. "You like him, don't you?"
Jessie tried to hide a smile. "He's very nice," she said, walking up
the front steps. "What's not to like?"
"Nothing. Don't be so defensive. I was only asking."
They went inside and were greeted by Jessie's father, Dave. "It's good to
see you again, Jamie."
"It's good to be here. I needed a break."
"How long will you be staying?"
"A week or so. Not much longer."
"Wonderful." Dave sat down.
"Where did you go?" asked Sheila.
"Over to the harbor. We saw Cliff Mead who invited us inside for a
drink." Jessie poured herself a glass of water. "He also invited
us--all of us--to the polo match tomorrow."
"You two should definitely go."
"But what about you, Mom? Why don't you come?"
"You should join us, Sheila. Polo is a great sport to watch," put in
Jamie.
"It would be a nice way to spend a Sunday afternoon," said Dave.
"No. I always feel uncomfortable around that type."
"Maybe it's time you should make them feel uncomfortable around you,"
said Jessie, using the same argument Jamie had used on her. "At least
think about it."
That night Jamie had a hard time sleeping, so he went down to the porch. The
air was cool and comfortable. As he leaned on the rail, he heard a voice.
"So you couldn't sleep either."
Jamie turned and saw Sheila wrapped in a bathrobe, sitting in one of the chairs.
"No, I couldn't. Don't know why. What about you?" he asked as he sat
beside her.
"It's this polo match. Jamie, I don't know what to do. I'd love to go, but
I don't know a thing about the game--or horses."
"Then it's a good time to learn, isn't it? Why should you worry?"
"I just don't fit in with that crowd. I don't know how to act."
"Now I know where Jess gets it from. You're better off than these people,
you just have to admit that fact. If you act naturally and be yourself, they
can't deny you that. If they do, I don't know why you want to be like
them." Jamie spoke somewhat from experience. He had been adopted by
Sheila's cousin, the duke of Edinburgh, and had to prove that money hadn't
spoiled him.
Sheila looked at the twenty-year-old and smiled. "You know, you're
absolutely right."
"So you'll go?"
"Yes, I will." She stood. "Thanks for the talk. I think I can
sleep now."
"Great. I think I'll stay here a little longer."
"Good-night, Jamie."
"Good-night, Sheila."
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Sunday, after going to church, all four drove backcountry to the polo club.
They were an hour early, but there was already sizable crowd. Jamie and Dave
carried their folding chairs to a spot that Sheila had found. Jessie carried
the picnic basket. Jamie could not sit still, being in such proximity to a game
he loved but wasn't playing. He decided to go to the stable and asked Jessie if
she wanted to join him. They couldn't get into the stables, but stood at the
fence and watched as the ponies were prepared. One in particular caught Jamie's
eye. "That looks like ______, the pony I rode."
"How can you tell?"
"After riding a horse for two years, you know." He whistled and the
pony turned. Jamie whistled again and the pony tried to break away from the
handler.
A player came to see what was the matter. "I don't know, sir," said
the groom. "He heard a whistle and started."
The rider looked at the people lining the fence. "Jamie! What are you
doing here?" He strode over and gave him a handshake.
"Visiting relatives. Pete Frazier, I'd like you to meet my cousin, Jessica
Oakes. She and her family live here in Greenwich."
"Pleased to meet you. Come, see the rest of the team. We were wondering
about your reasons for not playing this year." He looked at Jess.
"Now I know why."
They climbed over the fence and followed Pete into the stables. Jamie had to
stop and soothe _______ who was still nervous. The rest of the team was happy
to see him and tried to convince him to play a few chukkas. Their main argument
was that he was still a member of the club and had to follow the majority.
Jamie finally gave in. "Can you make your way back?" he asked Jess.
"Yeah, don't worry. Have fun."
Jamie went to change. Pete watched him go. "He's one of the best players
in England. Quite a break for us."
"You don't sound too confident about your earlier chances," remarked
Jess with a smile before she walked away.
Ten minutes later, the match was ready to start. "Welcome, ladies and
gentlemen, to this match between our Greenwich team and England's Guards Polo
Club." The announcer paused for applause. "I have just been notified
of a change by the Guards' team. Lawrence, #5, has been replaced by Stuart,
#7."
Jessie didn't know much about the rules of polo, but she knew enough when a
goal had been scored, when someone had played well, or that someone had been
fouled. Jamie scored seven goals in three chukkas before he decided to stop.
"I only game here to watch!" Pete talked him into hanging about, possibly
playing the final chukka.
As play resumed, Jessie and Jamie walked to the concession stand and bought a
drink--or tried to. The man refused to let him pay. "All the players get
free drinks, your lordship." He handed the two drinks over. "It's
quite an honor watching the best in the game."
"Thanks, but I wouldn't say I was the best in the game."
"You're too modest, m'lord, for a man who has been declared the best
amateur player three years in a row."
"Thanks again," Jamie said as they left.
"I could have sworn you blushed back there," said Jess with a smile.
"I didn't know you were so respected as a player. People must be proud to
lose against you."
"I'm a team player, Jess. People lose against the Guards, not me."
They stopped and watched the game. "See how well they're doing without
me."
"The score's hardly changed at all."
"They haven't lost the lead."
"The man at the bar was right; you are too modest."
Jamie laughed. "Maybe I am, but I take credit where credit is due."
Jamie didn't play again, but he wasn't upset. The Guards won and invited him
and Jessie to their hotel that night. "We plan to have a bit of fun. We
ended our tour with a record of 10-3."
"That's fantastic! I'd love to join you, but I don't know when I'll be
able to get there."
Sheila and Dave came over to the stables. "What a wonderful match! I don't
think I've ever enjoyed watching sports so much," said Sheila.
"Playing must take quite a bit of concentration," put in Dave.
"I have a hard enough time staying on a horse, let alone attempting to
play polo."
"These are my parents, Mr. and Mrs. Oakes. Mom, Dad, this is Peter
Frazier, the captain of the team," said Jessie, making the introductions.
"Pleasure to meet the both of you," said Peter, shaking hands.
"I was just inviting Jamie and your daughter to a small party we're having
tonight at our hotel. I hope that won't disrupt any plans."
"Of course not. We planned a nice dinner and that was it," Sheila
told him.
"Wonderful." Pete turned to Jamie. "We're staying at the Pickwick
Arms. Do you know the place?"
"At the top of Greenwich Avenue. We'll be there sometime tonight."
"Till tonight, then."
"Till tonight. Ta."
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That night over a dinner of roast chicken, potatoes, and salad, they talked
about family. Sheila told them of a time when Steven, Jamie's adoptive father,
had returned from London in disguise because he was wanted by the police and
vengeful fiancé. "This man was so obsessed with putting Steven in jail, in
failing that, he was ready to kill him."
"I remember when he came here for a vacation only to become involved in
preventing the selling of government secrets. I was very proud then, having my
famous cousin staying with us. I also like to say I rescued him from a burning
building."
"How old were you?" asked Jamie.
"Eleven. Not bad, eh?"
"Not at all. I remember when he came back from that trip. I didn't know he
was at the time because I was trying to solve my own mystery."
"He certainly gets around, doesn't he?" said Dave with a laugh.
"Enough of your father, tell us about what you've been doing."
"Well, I've finished university this past spring with a degree in
history."
"What kinds of history?"
"British, American, French, Russian, most kinds. I also had to learn the
languages in order to read most of the research material. Of course, I didn't
have my nose stuck in a book the whole time. I played quite a few sports: polo,
cricket, rugby, and rowing. A friend even talked me into doing some acting. It
was fun, but I don't think I could make a living from it."
"Quite a well-rounded character, Jamie. What does the future hold for
you?"
Jessie looked at him, wondering if he was going to tell them about the Navy.
"For the rest of the summer I plan to take it easy, spend some time in the
Highlands, play a little cricket, go to some parties, the usual. Alison's
offered me a job at the publishing house if I want it, but I don't think
so."
"What are you going to do then?" asked Sheila. "You're not going
to be one of the idle rich, are you?"
"Oh, I'm going to be far from idle," said Jamie with a smile.
"I'm joining the Navy."
"Jamie, that's wonderful! I bet Steven was very proud when he heard
that!" Dave remarked.
Jessie decided to see if her parents would be proud of her decision. She took a
deep breath. "Jamie's asked me to go to London with him and I've said
yes."
Her parents said nothing for a few moments. "I had a feeling you
would," said Sheila.
"You're not upset?"
"No. All I want to know is how long you plan to stay."
"At least the summer. If I decide to go to Cambridge, I'll let you
know." Jessie looked at her father. "You understand why I have to go?
When will I have another chance to go away like this? You'd take it if you were
me."
Dave smiled. "I'm glad you're taking advantage of this opportunity. If I
had had the chance at your age, I definitely would have." Jessie smiled.
"Where would you stay?" asked Sheila.
"Oh, I've already thought of that," put in Jamie. "She could
stay with Dad and Alison. . ."
"Or?" prompted Dave.
"Or share a flat with me." Jamie was unsure as to how this would be
received. He didn't think Jessie would want to spend most of her time under his
father's watchful eye. He hoped that Dave and Sheila wouldn't think he had ulterior
motives. "Two bedrooms, of course," he added for good measure.
"How very kind of you, Jamie," said Dave. "The decision is up to
her."
Jessie finished dinner and looked at her watch. "I'm going to get ready
for the party. Do you need any help in the kitchen?"
"No, Jessie, you go ahead. You, too, Jamie," Sheila said as she began
to clear the dishes.
"Before you do, when do you plan to leave?" asked Dave.
"Tuesday or Wednesday, I'm not sure." He followed Jessie upstairs.
She was waiting on the landing. "Did you mean that? About sharing an
apartment with you?"
"Yeah. I didn't think you'd want to spend the whole time under Dad's
watchful eye. Besides, I think it could be fun." Jessie looked
questioningly at him. "C'mon, I'm your cousin!"
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At the party, Jamie was glad to see friends he hadn't seen all year. They
talked of sports, old college professors, and girlfriends. Jessie took
everything in, asking questions when something confused her. "At least
I'll know what's going on in the sports world over there," she said with a
laugh.
"When are you leaving?" a youth asked her.
"Sometime within the week, I'm not exactly sure."
Jamie heard this and came over. "I was thinking either Tuesday or
Wednesday."
"We're leaving tomorrow, an evening flight."
"We haven't decided yet how we're going." Jessie looked at him as if
to say What do you mean?. "Either the Queen Anne or by plane."
"It must be tough living the way you do," said Pete sarcastically.
"We can take a liner?" Jessie had only dreamed of such luxury after
seeing them in the movies.
"The decision is up to you. The Queen Anne leaves New York on Tuesday for
Southampton. Should take about six days." He took a sip of his drink.
"Of course, it means a new wardrobe for the formal occasions," he
said with a sly smile.
Jessie smiled back. "I guess we'll have to go shopping tomorrow."
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Tuesday arrived and Jessie bid good-bye to her parents, promising to write. Her
two trunks were packed into the limousine which then took them to New York
Harbor and the Queen Anne.
"I'm just going to buy a paper, then we can board," Jamie told her.
In the stationer's, a man came up to him. "Aren't you Jamie Stuart?"
he asked with a slight Welsh accent.
"Yes," replied Jamie, moving forward.
"I knew I couldn't be mistaken. I said to my associate--he's gone to get
something to eat, I think-- 'George,' I said, 'Doesn't that lad look like Jamie
Stuart?' He said 'Couldn't be, he's home playing polo'."
"I played some here, actually. I met up with the Guards in
Connecticut."
"Oh, yes, I read about that." He pointed to his copy of The New York
Times. "A surprise appearance."
"I'm sorry, Mr. . . ."
"Harper. Eric Harper."
"Mr. Harper, I have to hurry. I hope you don't mind. My cousin is
waiting."
"I'm sorry, m'lord. It was an honor meeting you. I suppose I'll see you
again onboard."
"I suppose so." Jamie paid for the paper and met Jessie outside.
"What kept you?"
"Some man started talking. A harmless chap, really. Are you ready?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
They walked up the gangplank and were greeted by a young officer in white.
"I didn't know you would be sailing back with us, m'lord."
"I didn't either until recently. Evan, this is my cousin Jessica and you
are to do all you can--within reason--to ensure she has a fun trip," Jamie
said with a smile.
"Yes, m'lord." Evan saluted smartly. "It will be a privilege,
milady." He checked his clipboard. "Your suite is available."
"Good. I won't get lost finding it. Thanks, Evan."
"Thank you, Evan," said Jessie with a smile before she followed
Jamie.
They walked along the deck towards the stern of the ship. Jessie peeked through
windows at the glamorous décor. She couldn't believe it. "This looks like
a palace." Jamie just smiled. They walked up a wide staircase to a private
deck. Jamie took her hand and led her through the door.
Her eyes were greeted by a luxurious suite decorated in soothing colors. The
deep pile carpet was royal blue, a color used sparingly in the furniture's
upholstery. There was a large sofa, a loveseat, three or four chairs, a desk,
and even a bar. "What d'ya think?" asked Jamie. "It'll be yours
for the next week."
"It's beautiful! I'm afraid I'm going to wake up and it'll all be
gone."
"Let me show you your bedroom." He led her to the back of the suite
and through a door on the right. "I hope you will find this satisfactory,
Madam."
"It will do," she replied, playing along with him. The room had a
window facing the deck, a wardrobe, bureau, vanity, chaise lounge, and a bed,
of course. The color scheme from the sitting room was continued in here.
"In here is the bath, and my room beyond that," Jamie told her.
"Why don't you freshen-up then we'll go for a walk."
The size of the ship amazed Jessie. It was like a floating city. Everyone
smiled and nodded at Jamie and whispered among themselves about Jessie's
identity. She liked the thought of providing mystery. They stopped at the bow
to wait for the journey to begin.
After her last glimpse of the Statue of Liberty, Jamie took her on a tour of
the Queen Anne. He showed her where to find the pool, the gym, the lounge, and
the dining room. All of them in first-class. "If you ever lose your
bearings, which is quite easy to do, just ask one of the stewards and they'll
direct you. Everyone is quite nice here. I know you'll probably want to be by
yourself at times, so you should know your way around."
"Right now, I think I'll go lie down. I don't know why, but I feel
tired."
Jamie laughed. "Fine. While you're resting, I'll nose about to see if any
interesting people are onboard and if there'll be any parties this trip."
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Jamie tapped on Jessie's bedroom door. "Jess, you awake? It's time to get
ready for dinner." He cautiously opened the door. Jessie was stretched out
on the bed, breathing softly. He smiled as he tip- toed over to the bed. He
gently shook it and whispered her name.
She opened her eyes slowly. "Hullo, Jamie." She yawned.
"Hullo. It's time to get ready for dinner. We'll be at the Captain's table
tonight. Proper attire required."
"I have to wear a gown, eh?"
"Nothing flashy. Just something to make a good first impression. I'm debating
about wearing a tux. You can use the shower first."
"If I have to wear a gown, you are wearing a tux." She stretched and
walked to the wardrobe. "Maybe I'll wear the blue. What do you
think?"
"The blue, definitely." He went to the connecting door. "Let me
know when you're out of the shower." She nodded and he left the room.
"This is going to be a fun trip," he said once he was in his room.
"Moreso than the one over." He stretched out on the bed and
contemplated sending a telegram to his father. If I do, should I mention
Jessie? No, I'll surprise him. On the pad he had taken from the desk, he wrote:
Dad, Coming home on the 29th, via Southampton. Will see you once in London.
Jamie. He'd stop off at thee radio room on the way to the dining room.
He heard the water start in the bathroom. He hoped that Jessie would be able to
take the sudden publicity in stride. The Press would be after her as well as
people clamoring to be her "friends". Maybe if he showed her a few
pointers or a few subtle hints. . . He just didn't want to treat her like a
child. That's what she was trying to escape.
Two hours later they were walking along the deck. The sun was just starting to
set. Jessie paused at the rail. "Do you mind if I watch the sunset? It'll
be the first time I've had an unobstructed view."
"Sure. I'll just run this telegram to the radio room and meet you back
here."
Jessie nodded, her eyes not leaving the horizon. The colors spread across the
sky--orange, yellow, red, purple--and reflected on the water. "It's at
times like this I wish I was a painter."
"Or a poet," remarked Jamie.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"I just got back. Ready?" He held out his arm.
She nodded and wrapped hers around his. They strolled into the dining room and
a white-clad waiter ushered them to the Captain's Table. All the men stood as
they approached and the Captain welcomed them. "Welcome aboard,
m'lord."
"This is my cousin Jessica. This is her first trip on an ocean
liner."
"I hope you will enjoy yourself," said the captain.
"I plan to," Jess replied.
Jessie was seated next to a young couple from Boston who introduced themselves
as Joseph and Ellen Kinney. Across from her sat a widower from Leeds, and, next
to him, a fledgling actor who hoped to make it on the British stage. Over soup,
Jessie learned about her fellow travelers. Mr. Kinney was being transferred to
the London branch of his firm and they had to settle-in before things became
"official". "My grandfather was born in Richmond, and I'm so
glad we found a house in the general area," said Ellen.
"My grandfather was born in London and this is my first trip over."
"You grandfather?"
"Lord Charles Stuart, duke of York."
"Ah." This statement gained the attention of the widower from Leeds,
Mr. Lyle, who happened to be a historian. "Such a tragic story. A very
noble man, from what I understand." He began to tell the story of Charles
Stuart. "He was told by his brother, King James, to take the children out
of the country to the United States. The Windsor faction was preparing to make
a move. They escaped on a liner and heard the news over the wireless. Charles
changed their names and they settled down in Connecticut. A year later he
returned to England to help the children to the throne. He was discovered and tried
for treason. However, he never told a soul the location of the children."
Jessie was fascinated. She had never really heard the story. It had only been
alluded to. Jamie, however, being a student of history, knew it by heart.
After the main course had been served, Jamie asked Mr. Lyle, "Why do you
think my father was so readily accepted as king?"
"Guilt, mainly. Because of what your father had done and the name he had
made for himself, they couldn't very well ignore the truth. Another possibility
was that they feared the consequences of they didn't give up the throne. The
public, surveys tell us, would have backed him instead of the Windsors."
"Where are the Windsors now?" asked Jessie.
"They have an estate in Norfolk and the two girls are raising their own
families not too far away."
When dessert arrived, the conversation turned to lighter subjects such as
sports, music, film, and the weather. Jessie tried to keep from yawning, but
the excitement of the trip plus the sea air was making it impossible. She stood
and excused herself. "I'm sorry, but I can't keep awake."
"I'm going to stay for a little longer. I hope you don't mind," said
Jamie.
"No, I'll be fine. I'll just stroll back to the suite."
"Allow me to escort you back," said Dennis Howell, the actor.
"I don't wish to take you out of your way, Mr. Howell."
"It will be my pleasure, Miss Oakes."
After Dennis Howell said good-night and left her at the suite, Jessie smiled
and kicked off her shoes. She twirled about the sitting room before heading to
her bedroom . She then changed into ivory silk pajamas that Jamie had insisted
she buy. They felt positively decadent next to her skin. Taking a small book
from on top of her bureau, she curled up on the bed and began her journal.
*
June 24, 1965--Today marks my first trip outside the States, on the Queen Anne,
no less. I met a good-looking man at dinner tonight and I hope to see him often
during the trip. I think he's from Canada; his accent is neither American nor
English. I also heard stories about my grandfather and one of the first things
I'd like to do is visit where he's buried. Enough for Night One.
* June 25--The weather was gorgeous today so I sat on the deck and took in the
sun. Jamie did some skeet shooting (Well, he won't have to brush up on his
marksmanship). The Kinneys invited us to lunch--they're a wonderful couple. I
plan to visit them sometime. After dinner we did some dancing--Jamie and Dennis
taking turns. I've never had such attention paid to me!
* June 26--Today I did some more sunning and swimming--I'm definitely building
up a good tan. I brought a handful of mystery paperbacks and sat and read
almost all day. There was a fun party in Economy tonight and Jamie and I
sneaked down and had a fab time. The music was fantastic: a mix of American and
British. Jamie certainly knows how to blend in! I had people asking me who he
was!
* June 27--Day 4. Today Jamie received a telegram from his aunt, the Queen,
asking him to pick up his cousin Henry at school when we arrive and bring him
to London. She'll be in Scotland and unable to meet him. Jamie said we'll stop
in Windsor since we'll be that close. Dennis Howell has been paying me a lot of
attention and I don't know what to make of it. Is it an innocent shipboard
romance? Does he really like me or is it that fact that I might have a title?
I'll talk to Jamie tomorrow.
* June 28--Jamie said that I should treat Dennis like a good friend which will
make him tell me his true feelings or turn him off completely. I only have one
more day to find out. Mr. Lyle, the historian, recommended some books for me
about my grandfather because, he said, he was usually overlooked. Tonight was a
farewell party of sorts and it was fab. I had a hard time getting away from
Dennis. Tomorrow being the last day, I plan to catch up on some things I
haven't done yet.
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The morning of July 29, Jessica woke and remembered it was the final day of the
crossing. She wrapped her robe about her and walked out into the sitting room.
Jamie's door was shut. "He must still be asleep," she murmured. She
walked to the main doors and looked outside. It was still early and the sky was
a pinkish-grey. Evan had said that the weather was going to be cooler and that
there was a chance of rain.
She curled up on the couch and picked up one of her mystery novels. She became
so engrossed that she didn't hear Jamie until he had said her name twice. His
hair was rumpled and his eyes half open.
"Have you been up long?"
"An hour or so. I want to try and make the most out of my last day."
"Doesn't look like it's going to be a good day for outside projects."
"I know. I think I'll write a few letters and maybe visit the sauna."
"Has anything happened with Dennis?" Jamie sat down next to her.
"Well, he hasn't left me, nor has he proposed. I think he just wants to be
friends."
"That's good. Just remember, if you ever want to talk, I'm here. Okay, how
about we go get some breakfast?"
"You're on."
That afternoon Jessie was in the sitting room writing a school friend when
Jamie came in. "We're nearing Ireland and I thought you'd like to see it.
Do you have everything packed? The porters will be coming to collect the
baggage."
"Everything's done. Let me just finish this letter." She signed it
then slipped it into her purse.
Jamie held the door open for her and she stepped onto the deck. "We won't
be that close so you'll have to look carefully. It's just a strip of land and
you might not see it at all if the weather's bad."
"It'll still be exhilarating." She leaned on the rail. "I meant
to ask you, how are we going to London?"
"Car. Aston-Martin. It's actually Dad's, but he won't use anything other
than his Alvis."
"So you decided to use it yourself because a car like that can't go to
waste."
"Of course." He pointed to the horizon. "Thar she be, the Isle
of Saints and Scholars." There was a mass of land with a mist hovering
about it.
"All it needs is a rainbow to complete the picture. God, it's so
enchanting. Let's make a trip there, okay?"
"I'm sure we can squeeze it in somewhere."
"How much longer until we reach Southampton?"
"A couple of hours. We should be home in London by dinner tonight, if all
goes smoothly." He looked down at the aft-deck. "There are the
Kinneys. It looks as if they want to chat."
The couple actually wanted to play cards. Euchre was the game decided upon.
Jamie invited them into the suite knowing that an announcement would be made
when they were nearing the docks.
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The passengers lined the rails as the liner docked in Southampton. Jessie
eagerly leaned forward. "It's not much of a first glance of England, but
at least it's different from New York."
Jamie looked along the rail. "That's funny. It's that man who spoke to me
before we left New York. The thing is, I haven't seen him at all this whole
trip."
"Maybe he was seasick."
"Then why not fly? There's something not right about him."
"You worry too much. I'm sure there's a logical explanation for the whole
thing." Jessie waved to the people on the quay.
"Guess you're right." He smiled and waved as well. "We'd better
start to fight our way down to the plank or we'll never get off."
They made their way down to the disembarkation area and waited with the other
smart passengers. Jessie stayed close to Jamie and followed him off the ship
and imitated his every move. They were followed by a porter bringing their
cases on a dolly. The Customs official greeted them with a smile. He stamped
their passports and wished Jessie a happy stay in England.
Once their things were packed into the Aston-Martin's boot, Jamie tipped the
porter and then held the passenger door open for Jessie. "What do you
think so far?"
"I haven't seen enough to come to a conclusion yet."
"Well, you'll get a nice view of the country. It's about 90 kilometers or
60 miles to Eton. Let me know when you want to stop." The Aston-Martin
pulled out of the car park and headed for the motorway.
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They pulled up in front of the main entrance to Eton
College. Jessie stared up at the impressive towers. She got out of the car as
Jamie came around to her side. "Intimidating, isn't it?" he remarked.
"It's magnificent."
"I guess it's like that for a non-student. C'mon, Harry's probably waiting
for us." He held the door open for her. At the front desk he was greeted
with a friendly smile. "I'm here to pick up Harry. Do you know where he
is?"
"He's in the lounge waiting for you, m'lord. Would you like me to ring for
him?"
"No, thanks. We'll get him ourselves." Jamie strolled across the
foyer and into a lounge lined with antiques. The floors were covered by Persian
rugs and the oaken walls were hung with portraits of past headmasters and
famous students. Two young boys were playing cards at a table. "I hope
you're not cheating, Harry," Jamie said with a smile.
The boy with light brown hair turned to face them. "Jamie! You're back! I
was hoping you'd come before Andrew left. He didn't believe you would." He
stopped when he saw Jessie.
"Allow me to introduce your cousin. Jessica Oakes, this is Henry Stuart,
the Prince of Wales."
"Pleased to meet you," said Henry. "Um, this is my friend Andrew
MacLiesh. He's waiting for his mom."
"It's a pleasure to meet you both," said Jess.
"Where are your bags? We'd better get on the road if we want to be at St.
James Square in time for dinner," Jamie told him. "It was nice
meeting you, Andrew. Enjoy your hols!"
Jamie picked up Henry's two bags and put them in the back seat. Jessie could
tell Henry was bursting with questions, but being polite, couldn't start the
conversation. "How old are you, Henry?"
"Seven. You can call me Harry. Jamie and Uncle James do."
"It doesn't seem to suit you. Can I call you something else?"
"Nothing silly."
"No. I was thinking more along the lines of 'Hal'."
"Digging up your Shakespeare, eh?" remarked Jamie.
"I like it. I like you, too, Jessica."
"Jessie. I like you, Hal." Jamie pulled off the main road.
"Where are we going?"
"I figured since we were this close, we'd stop at Windsor. Not too long,
mind," he emphasized for Henry. "Just long enough for Jessie to see
where her grandfather is buried."
The impressive tower of Windsor Castle rose from the hill in front of them.
Jessie held her breath as they drove up to the gates. The guard looked at them,
saluted, then opened the gates. Jamie pulled up in front of the main door and
waved off the assistance of the footman. "We're just here for a quick
visit, John."
"Yes, m'lord. The crowd has thinned out some. It was quite busy
earlier." John held the door open for Jessie and Henry.
"We shouldn't be more than half-an-hour or so. I don't think the car will
be in the way."
"Very good, m'lord. Will you be requiring anything?"
"No, thank you, John. I'll let you know when we leave."
"Yes, m'lord."
Jamie led Jessica across the grounds to St. George's Chapel. Henry was eager to
engage her in conversation. "How long will you be staying? Maybe you can
stay weekends here. I'm sure you'll like it."
"I'll be here for at least the summer. That should give us more than
enough time."
Jamie held the door open for them and Henry showed her the way to her
grandfather's crypt. Jamie took the key out of his pocket and opened the iron
gate. Inside was a bust of a woman. The plaque underneath read: Queen
Amanda, beloved wife of James III. There was also a portrait of two men
with a Scottish terrier at their feet. She realized that she was looking at her
grandfather and his brother. She stared at the picture of her grandfather. He
was quite handsome; brown hair and eyes, and a strong face. Set back into the
walls were three stone sarcophagi. She reverently ran her hand across each of
them. These people were family she had never known. Jamie's right. I should
learn my heritage.
"I hate to rush you, but we'd better be going."
"Okay. I guess I can come back another time."
They arrived in London close to an hour later and stopped at Jamie's place
first. He gave Jessie the key and she opened the door while he carried in two
pieces of luggage. Henry tagged along after them. Jamie showed her to her room
and put her suitcase down on the bed. "It's not much, but it's home."
"This is nice. The way you were talking, you'd think you lived in a
matchbox."
"The bathroom's right down the hall, last door on the left. I'm going to
put my own bag away then see what Harry's gotten into."
After freshening up, Jessica found the two of them in the kitchen going through
the mail. "Anything interesting?"
Jamie shrugged. "A few party invitations plus an alumni weekend at
Cambridge. I'll give them a closer look later. Are you ready to go?"
"Sure." Henry took Jessie's hand and practically dragged her out of
the flat as Jamie turned to lock the door.
They arrived at 11 St. James Square less than ten minutes later. Henry ran up
the front steps and threw the door open. All Jessie could hear was barking and
shouts. Jamie joined her on the stairs. "Don't worry. It's only Harry and
Macduff greeting each other."
The two of them were greeted in the front hall by a tall man with black hair
and deep blue eyes. He smiled. "C'mon in. We've been expecting you."
"Yeah. Sorry we're a little late. We stopped at Windsor." Jamie shut
the door and gave his father a hug. "How have you been?"
"Busy. Alison and I finally got a breather. No commitments for a
week." He gave Jessie a hug. "It's good to see you again. You look
wonderful. Dinner is ready, and, if we don't hurry, Harry will have eaten it all."
Alison served dinner herself and asked how things were in America. Jessie told
them how her parents were and mentioned the polo match. "What do you have
planned?" Alison asked.
"I received a few invitations and thought we'd play it by ear,"
answered Jamie.
"What about this weekend? Surely you're gong to that?"
"It's this weekend? I thought it was next week. That doesn't
give me much time." He looked at his adoptive father. "How did you
know?"
Alison answered for him. "We had a call from Andrew. He also said to tell
you that Oxford demanded a re-match of the boat race."
"A re-match? That was a perfect race, everything above board."
"What's their argument?" asked Jessie.
"They claim we started before the gun. We blew 'em away, anyway."
"Do you think you can do it again?" Henry asked through a mouthful of
ice cream.
"I'm not sure. It depends what kind of shape everyone's in. Should prove
to be fun." He saw Jessie try to hide a yawn. "Mind if we leave the
car?"
"What have you got in mind?" Steven was suspicious.
"I thought Jessie might want to walk back. You know, get a feel for the
place."
"That sounds like a marvelous idea," said Alison with a smile.
"The weather is perfect for a stroll."
"Can I go?"
"No, you can't, squirt. You're staying here, remember?" Harry
frowned, but accepted. "Maybe we can go to the zoo. I'm not making any
promises." He turned to Jessie. "Ready?"
She stood from the table. "Thank you both for dinner. It was
wonderful." She gave her hosts hugs before she went over to Henry.
"Good night, Hal. If Jamie's too busy, maybe we can do something. You can
take me sightseeing." She gave him a kiss on the forehead which made him
every happy boy.
The two stepped out into the summer night and Jessie breathed deep.
"Alison was right, this weather is perfect." The square looked
idyllic in the moonlight. "Where did we walk?"
"We can either go along Picadilly or cut through the park. It's up to
you."
"Which will prove more fun? Will there be lots of people walking the
street at this hour? I'd get a kick out of people-watching."
"Then Picadilly it is."
Jessie was impressed by the attention they attracted. She instinctively walked
closer to Jamie so people would know they were together. She was proud that her
cousin was so handsome. She could see the envious stares of the young women who
passed by. She heard a voice calling, "Jamie! Jamie Stuart!"
Jamie stopped and looked around. He realized they were in front of the Ritz and
a young woman was waving at him. "I don't believe it."
"Who is it?"
"Mags. She's a friend I wanted you to meet. C'mon." He walked to the
front entrance. The doorman wasn't going to let them in because of their
clothes. He refused to believe Jamie's claims, but gave in when the same young
woman rushed up.
"They're with me." She walked between the two of them. "You must
be Cousin Jessica. Jamie told me he planned to bring you back. When did you get
in? Oh, excuse my poor manners. I'm Margaret Weston-Smythe. You can call me
Mags."
Jessie was quite taken by surprise at this. She hadn't expected to be bombarded
by questions. "We came in today."
"We came over on the Queen Anne."
"So, what are you doing tonight, your cousin's first night in
London?"
"We hadn't given it much thought. What do you recommend?"
Mags thought quietly for a few moments. "The Marquee. There's a great
local band playing there."
"Great!" Jamie was enthused. "Since Jess and I aren't dressed
for dancing, why don't we go to my place to change?"
"What about my parents?"
"I don't think they'd want to go. Do you want me to make your
excuses?"
"No. I can think of something." She smiled. "Helping a friend
introduce a cousin to London. Wait here, I shouldn't be too long."
They arrived at Jamie's flat about fifteen minutes later. "Do you think
you could help me pick out a dress to wear tonight? I want to make a good
impression. Jamie, what's the matter?"
Jamie was standing in the doorway looking into the flat. "It's been
ransacked," he said quietly.
"What?" Mags and Jessie pushed past him into the living room. There
were cushions and pillows strewn about the floor, desk drawers were open and
papers littered the floor. "I'm going to check my room to see if anything
was taken," said Jessie.
"I'd better do the same."
"I'll start cleaning up in here."
Jamie came out of his room twenty minutes later and saw the two girls adding
final touches to the room. "I don't get it. Nothing was taken."
"Are you gonna call the police?" asked Jessie, sitting on the couch.
"No need. Nothing was stolen."
"What about 'Breaking and Entering'? You can't just look the other
way." Mags brushed off her clothes. Ever the lady, thought Jess.
"Whoever went through this was looking for something specific, something
they think we have. If they didn't find it this time, they're sure to try
again."
"So?"
"Mags, you're the one with the hush-hush job, and you need me to explain?
We may be ransacked again."
"Shouldn't we try to figure out what it is they're after? Maybe that way
we'll get the upper hand."
"Spoken like a true Stuart," said Jamie with a laugh. "I'd
better bring in those cases. No, I can't, the car's at Dad's." He
collapsed into a chair. "Sorry about your first night in England, Jess,
but right now I don't feel like going out."
"That's okay, Jamie. We have plenty of other nights ahead. I think I'll go
straighten my room. It's been nice meeting you, Mags."
"We don't have to make this an early night. We can still have some
fun." She walked over to Jamie's stereo. "Is this new?" she
asked, flipping through his albums. She pulled out a Beatle album and put it
on. "We can dance and clean at the same time!"
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The next morning while walking to St. James Square in order to pick up Jamie's
car, they were stopped once again by Mags. "What is it now, Mags?"
asked Jamie. "I thought you had a life of your own."
"I just thought I'd help Jessie find something to wear to the
Regatta."
"The Henley Regatta? Isn't that where they wear Edwardian clothes?"
"I know this great little place off Regent Street where they always sell
them this time of year."
Jamie could tell that Jessie really wanted to go with Mags. "Go ahead.
I've got a few things to do today." He smiled. "You'll be in good
hands with Mags."
"Then it's settled." Mags took Jessie by the hand. "You'll love
it." Jessie turned and waved good-bye to Jamie before she was whisked away
down Picadilly.
Jamie continued on to his father's house. The first thing he did was open the
boot and pull out his small case. Looking at it closer, Jamie could see that it
seemed more battered than when he packed it yesterday morning. He brought it
inside. Dawson, the butler, told him that his Grace was in the study. Jamie
knocked on the door before entering.
"Good morning, Jamie. Did you and Jess have a good time last night?"
"It certainly was eventful." He proceeded to tell Steven the whole
story, up to and including the discovery that the case wasn't his. "So I
think they'll be coming back for it."
"Well, let's just see what this is all about." Steven tried Jamie's
keys to open it, but failed. "So much for the conventional way." He
opened his desk drawer and pulled out a slim leather case. He unzipped it,
chose a tool, and began to work on the lock.
"You still have those things?"
"Old habits dies hard. Once a thief. . ." He worked on both locks and
they soon popped open. "Well, well, well." Inside the case was, aside
from the odd bits of paper and such, a small cloth pouch. He opened it and
poured the contents into his hand. "Looks like we got ourselves some
valuable gems."
"Do you know what they are?" Jamie looked across the desk at them.
"I'm not sure, but I think we have some of the finest examples of one of
the rarest gems in existence." Steven fingered them lovingly.
"Really? What are they?"
"Black opals from Australia. They certainly took the long way."
"That's all well and good, but why did they choose me?"
"Because Customs won't go through your luggage. Pretty ingenious, if you
ask me. The only snag is that you left before they could get the case
back."
"So what do we do? We can't let them have the gems." He picked up one
of the opals between his thumb and forefinger.
"I'll call Dolittle and see what he has to say." He picked up the
phone and called Superintendent John Dolittle of Scotland Yard, an old friend
from his war days.
Henry came into the room. "Hi, Jamie. Are we going to the zoo now?"
"Maybe later." Jamie was trying to listen to Steven's conversation.
"Something important's come up."
Henry picked up one of the opals. "What a neat rock. It's so shiny."
"Harry, that's not a rock, it's a black opal, a very rare gem." Jamie
turned to his father who ha hung up the phone. "Well?"
"He's bringing over an expert who specializes in opals." He looked at
his nephew. "And what do you want?"
"To go to the zoo. If you're busy, maybe Jessie'll wanna take me." He
looked around the room. "Where is she?"
"Shopping with Mags."
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"Jessie, that dress is perfect," Mags said after two hours of
searching.
Jessie finally decided on a cream cotton dress with white lace at the collar
and cuffs. She was pleased with herself and felt that she would have fit in
Edwardian society. "What about you, Mags? What are you going to
wear?"
"Oh, I've already bought mine. Grey with black trim."
Jessie came out of the dressing room. "I'll pay you back for this,"
she said, handing her dress to the salesclerk.
"I know you will, otherwise I wouldn't have offered."
They left the store and walked down Regent Street towards Picadilly. Mags began
to point out stores and give her opinion on them. At the Circus, Jessie heard
her name but didn't think it was for her until she heard her last name as well.
A man waved to her from the opposite corner and made his way across. Jessie
recognized Dennis Howell.
"I didn't think you heard me," he said with a smile. "I yelled
as loud as I could." He turned to Mags. "Hello."
"Hello."
"I'm sorry. Dennis Howell, Lady Margaret Weston-Smythe. Lady Margaret,
Dennis Howell. We met on the Queen Anne."
"Pleased to meet you," said Dennis. "I was wondering, would the
two of you care to accompany me to lunch?"
"We'd love to," said Mags, enamored.
"Where do you have in mind?" asked Jessie.
"Fortnum's. You don't mind, do you?"
"Of course not. How nice of you to ask."
Dennis smiled and hailed a taxi. He held the door open for the two girls.
"Fortnum's," he told the driver as he got in. He turned to the girls.
"How was your first day?" he asked Jessie.
She filled him in on her day, excluding what happened at the flat. She stopped
as they pulled up in front of the store. She followed the others to the
restaurant and saw people waiting in line. "I hope we'll get a
table."
"Don't worry, I know the head waiter." Mags walked up to the maitre
d' and began to talk animatedly, pointing at Jessie and Dennis. The man smiled
and Mags waved to them. "It's all arranged," she said as they came up
beside her. "My favorite table is free, and, since I'm something of a
preferred customer. . ."
The maitre d' held Jessie's chair out for her while Dennis did the same for
Mags. "Enjoy your meal, your Grace," he said before he left.
Jessie turned on Mags. "You told him! You know it's not official
yet!"
"I'm sorry, Jessie. I couldn't help it. It just slipped out."
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John Dolittle made the introductions. "This is Edward Simpson, our opal
expert. This is his Grace, the duke of Edinburgh and his son."
Edward shook their hands. "It's a great honor to meet you, your Grace. I
followed your early career with professional interest," he said, referring
to Steven's days as a jewel thief. "You kept us all on our toes."
"I'm glad I kept you busy."
"Where are the opals you called about?" asked John.
Steven bent under his desk and pulled out the case. "Here they are, all
present and accounted for."
"Don't you believe in safes?"
Steven looked at his friend. "Safes can be broken into."
"You should know."
Steven opened the case and Simpson looked inside. "Beautiful. Absolutely
beautiful." He picked one out and examined it. "How did you come by
them?"
"That's Jamie's story."
Jamie told them of his flat being broken into and his realization that the case
he had been carrying wasn't his. "I brought it here and let Dad open it
this morning. He figures that I was the perfect courier because my bags
wouldn't be checked at Customs."
"You two certainly are magnets for trouble," remarked John. "Why
didn't you call about the break-in?"
"Nothing was taken so I didn't think I needed to."
"Don't harp on it, John," Steven told him. "At least now we've
got a chance to catch them." He looked at Simpson. "Your
opinion?"
Simpson removed his eyepiece. "Excellent workmanship. Definitely
Australian quality. We had a report that a shipment had been waylaid. It's an
estimated worth of £2 million."
"Is there a way we could pull a switch? Exchange these for fakes?"
"It is possible," Simpson mused. "I'd have to take these back to
the Yard to try and find a match."
"I don't see any problem. We'll need them as soon as possible for when
they try again."
"I'm sure we can have them by early tomorrow morning. If not, we'll
call."
Steven stood. "I appreciate your coming over on such short notice, Mr.
Simpson."
"It was worth it, your Grace. It was a pleasure meeting the both of
you."
"See you Friday, then, John?" Steven asked.
"7:00." He stopped at the door and looked back. "I almost
forgot, good luck in the race, Jamie." He smiled and the two men left.
Jamie looked at his father. "How did he know?"
"A lot of people heard about the grudge match and have correctly assumed
that you are going to take part."
"Wonderful." He collapsed onto the sofa.
"The price of fame, m'boy."
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Outside on Duke Street after lunch, Dennis looked at his watch. "I didn't
realize it was this late. I'm sorry, ladies, but I have to go."
"Oh, really?" asked Mags.
"Tryouts for a new play my agent told me about, Hopefully, something will
come of it."
"If not this part, at least your name will be out and circulating,"
said Jessie.
"Thanks. Um, is it all right if I call you sometime?"
"Sure." She was a bit surprised. "Let me write down the number
for you."
"Picadilly -0131," quoted Mags. Jessie looked at her. "I used to
call Jamie a lot," she explained.
Dennis laughed. "Thanks for the number. I'll see you soon." He waved
good-bye and walked towards the Underground.
The girls watched him disappear then Mags let out a sigh. "He is
absolutely gorgeous! You certainly are the lucky one."
"He's just a friend, Mags. I hardly know him." Jessie was a little
annoyed at Mags for trying to push the association any further than friendship.
"Why don't you try for him?"
"And leave Jamie to the piranhas? You must be joking. No, Jessie, Dennis
Howell, actor, is all yours. You never know, he might be the next
Olivier!"
Jessie couldn't help but smile. "Now where?"
"I was thinking Carnaby Street. You aren't bored or tired, are you?"
"If I were, would I ask where we were going?"
"Guess not." She hailed a taxi. "Now we can spruce up your
wardrobe," she said as they clambered inside.
"Have you ever thought of being a fashion consultant?"
Mags laughed. "I definitely have to introduce you to Rebecca Adamson.
She's always said the same thing." She leaned over. "How well do you
know Jamie?"
"Mags! I've only met him once before two years ago."
"So?"
"So, I really can't say. Besides, my opinion would be a bit biased
anyway."
"Did he ask you to stay with him, or did your parents think of it?"
"Oh, it was his idea, but don't you go getting any ideas. It's purely out
of friendship."
"Of course it is. Whatever you say."
"Don't smirk like that. It's perfectly true."
"It's not just me that will think these things. How will you handle it,
say, the newspapers found out?"
"They wouldn't know what they were talking about."
"Once they get a hold of something, they won't let go. It could be
embarrassing."
"I've nothing to be embarrassed about. He's my cousin."
"Only by adoption."
"Can we drop the subject now?" Jessie asked as the cab came to a
halt.
"Sure. Just don't come to me when the inevitable happens."
"You don't have to worry."
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Steven sat down opposite his son. "I didn't get a chance to ask you
yesterday, how was Greenwich?"
"It was fine. On the first day Jessie took me down to the Indian Harbor
Yacht Club. We met a friend of hers there who invited us to a polo match."
"You went, of course."
"Of course." Jamie smiled. "The ironic thing was they were
playing the Guards."
"Interesting coincidence."
"I knew they were touring the States, but I didn't know they'd be in town
the same time as me. They asked me to play and it was impossible to turn them
down."
"How did you do?"
"Scored a couple of goals. We won."
"How were Sheila and Dave?"
"They were great. It didn't take much to convince them to let Jessie come
for the summer."
"And Cambridge?"
"That was the weird thing. She said they wouldn't be able to afford it. It
was like she had totally forgotten she's an heiress."
"You have to remember that she never knew her father and grew up just a
regular kid. Sarah and I, on the other hand--mainly me--had vague memories of
what our life used to be like. It was easier for us to accept."
She said that if Jessie wants the title and decides to live over here, that
she'll accept it and won't hold her back."
"That's fantastic!" The telephone rang. "Hello. Oh, hi. Yeah,
he's out with Alison. How was your trip?" He mouthed "Sarah" to
Jamie as he listened. "Jamie's back. We were just discussing his. Tea? I
guess so. What time is it now?" He looked at his watch. "2:30. You
want us there at 5:00? I think that's possible. Okay, see you then." He
hung up the receiver. "If you couldn't guess, Sarah wants us over for tea
at 5:00."
"How are we going to get a hold of Jessie? She's still out with
Mags."
"Where should they go?"
"Knowing Mags, all the trendy shops. Sloane Square, Carnaby Street. .
."
"Okay. You go see if you can track her down and give her enough time to
dress for tea."
"Sure thing. Wait a minute. What about the opals?"
"Damn. Forgot about that. I'll think of something. You go find
Jessie."
Jamie saluted and ran out the door, shouting "Hello" to Alison and
Henry on their way in.
"Where was Jamie off to in such a rush?" asked Alison after she
greeted her husband.
"To find Jessie. Sarah's home and asked us to tea. I figured that he had
the best chance of finding her, knowing where Mags is likely to take her."
Henry danced around Macduff, Steven's Scottish terrier. "Mommy's home!
Mommy's home!" he chanted.
"Why don't you get all your things together then get ready for a
bath," Alison told him.
"A bath? But it's the middle of the day."
"You don't want your mother to think we let you run wild, do you?"
Steven questioned.
"Why not?"
"She might not let you visit again."
"In that case. . ." He ran upstairs.
"You certainly have him trained," remarked Alison with a smile.
"Blackmail is a wonderful tool in the discipline of children." He
walked to the living room and she followed. "So, what do you think of
Jessie?"
"She's a very sweet girl, very basic and natural. It seems quite funny
that Mags has taken to her so."
"I think she's taking advantage of the fact that she'll be seeing Jamie
more often."
"Steven!"
"It could be. You know how much she likes him."
"But to say she's using Jessie."
"I didn't mean it that way. It's just a golden opportunity she can't pass
up."
They heard the phone ring in the distance and a moment later Dawson was at the
door. "A Mr. Simpson is on the line, sir."
"Great, I was just about to call him." He picked up the extension.
"Stuart. They'll be ready at 4:30? Okay. I have an appointment at the
Palace at 5:00 so I'll stop by and get them on the way. Thanks."
"What was that all about?"
"Opals. A little something Jamie unknowingly brought back with him. The
thieves already tried once to get them so we've arranged a switch in case they
try again."
"Do you think they will?"
"If you had £2 million in opals, would you let someone else have
them?"
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Jamie made his way to Carnaby Street and parked his car at the north end. He
then walked among the crowds checking each and every shop. Halfway down the
road he saw a patch of red hair in the crowd in front of him. He headed towards
it and called out. the red stopped for a few moments then turned into a
boutique. Jamie reached the shop in triumph which turned to confusion as he saw
only the sales girl. "Did a brunette and redhead just come in here?"
"Jamie, is that you?" Jessie's voice called from one of the dressing
rooms.
"Yeah. We've had an invitation to tea and Dad asked me to come find
you."
Jessie stepped out wearing a pale yellow mini-dress with green trim. "How
long have you been looking?"
"Not long." He kept staring at her.
"What do you think?"
"It's great. You've got taste."
"Mags helped me pick it out. How are you coming, Mags?"
Mags opened her curtain and Jamie saw that she had on an emerald dress.
"I'm not sure."
"I think it looks fine. Green is the right color for redheads."
Mags turned to Jamie for his opinion. "It's fine." He turned back to
Jessie. "You'd better hurry. We've got to get going."
"Okay." Both girls went into their respective rooms and drew the
curtains. "Where are we going, anyway?"
"Oh, the Palace," he said as he fingered the dresses near the booths.
"The Palace! What will I wear?"
Jamie looked at the pile of boxes on the floor. "I'm sure you'll think of
something."
She shoved some of the boxes out with her foot. "Do you mind helping me
carry some of these to your car?"
"I hope they'll fit."
"It's not that bad."
"Okay. I'll wait for you."
"I'll be right there."
Jamie picked up some of the packages and walked to the front door. He felt
silly holding all those boxes, but not as silly as he would be carrying them
down the street.
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At 4:30 they were all seated in the grey Bentley driving out of the square.
Steven detoured to Scotland Yard to pick up the opals. Neither Dolittle nor
Simpson were there, but the office on duty had been informed of the pick-up.
Steven locked the case in the boot of the car and then resumed the trip to the
Palace.
Jessie was amazed that she was actually driving through the Palace
gates. Jamie smiled at her wide eyes. They were greeted by a footman who opened
the doors and escorted them to the entrance where the butler then took over.
"A pleasure to see you again, sir," he said as he led them through
the halls. "Her Majesty is waiting for you in the __________ Room."
Henry ran ahead of them and found his mother. "Did you miss me?"
"Of course I did," Queen Anne said as she hugged her son.
"Did you miss me?" his father, Prince John asked,
kneeling.
"Oh, yes!" Henry ran over and gave his father a bear hug.
"What a lovely family photo," remarked Steven from the doorway.
"I wonder what the Mail would give for this?"
"Hello, Steven, Alison, Jamie. Thank you for keeping an eye on Harry for
me." She stopped. "You have to be Jessie." She hugged her.
"You certainly do look like Sheila." She smiled. "Here I go,
putting you on the spot. Let me introduce my husband. John, this is Jessica
Oakes, my cousin."
"Call me 'Fitz'," he said. "Everybody does."
"And you must call me 'Sarah'. You are family, after all." She sat
and everyone followed suit. "Harry, will you ring for tea, please?"
Jessie was still in shock. Here she was having tea with the Royal Family--and
she was part of it! She listened with one ear to the conversation. Henry had
let it slip that Jamie's apartment had been ransacked and that they thought it
might happen again.
"There's nothing to worry about," Steven was saying. "I've
brought Dolittle in on it."
"I certainly hope so. Though I don't know what good it'll do."
"Sarah," exclaimed Fitz, "you know perfectly well that John
Dolittle is an excellent detective."
"That's not what I meant. With Steven around, he doesn't have much of a
chance."
Alison laughed. "John has the edge, I think. Steven is out of practice and
a little rusty."
"Okay, laugh at my expense," Steven said with a grin. "Just
remember when the name of the Eagle filled evil men's souls with fear."
"You've been reading your own biographies, haven't you?" asked Sarah.
"I think it sounds like good movie material," remarked Jessie.
Alison looked at her husband. "Do you want to tell them?"
'Tell us what?" questioned Henry.
"Alison and I received a letter the other day from Pinewood Studios. They
want to buy to movie rights to my life story."
"That's fab!" cried Jamie and Jess.
"What did you tell them?" asked Sarah.
"I haven't said anything yet. Alison and I both agree that it's a good
idea, but we wanted to run it by you first."
"Steven, you don't need my approval. You're older than I am and can male
your own decisions."
"You've finally admitted it."
"You needed a steadying influence and now you've got Alison. All I ask is
a private viewing once it's done."
"Deal." Steven shook her hand.
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Two days later, on Friday, Jamie said good-bye to Jessie and drove up to
Cambridge. "I'll see you at the finish line in Henley. It should be over
at about midday."
"Okay." She gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek. "Good
luck."
She was waiting in the living room the following day when Mags and her family
arrived to take her down to Henley. Her parents were very kind and her brother
Brandon wasn't as bad as he could have been because she had been properly warned.
It was no wonder Mags nicknamed him Brat.
Jessie was welcomed warmly into the Stewards' Enclosure. Men were dressed in
striped blazers with cravats and boaters and the women wore elegant gowns
similar to hers. She asked the Weston-Smythes not to tell anyone of her
relations for the obvious reasons. With her American accent, she was able to
ask questions and not be thought a dunce. "Is the Oxford-Cambridge race
always held here?"
"Originally it was, but since they've lengthened the course, they've moved
it to another location."
"Why are they having it here today?"
"To coincide with the Regatta, for one thing, and, because it's shorter,
there's more of a challenge."
"Ah."
Mags came over. "They've started the finals for the Princess Elizabeth
Cup. They've timed it so it'll be over by the time the race is ready to
start."
Even thought she really didn't care about that particular race, Jessie made her
way to the finish line so she would have a perfect view to see Jamie cross the
line. While crossing the Enclosure, she thought she heard her name called--in a
definite American accent. She turned to see Cliff Mead coming her way.
"Oh, my God," she murmured.
"What is it?" Mags turned when she realized Jessie had stopped.
Jessie didn't have time to answer as Cliff came up. "Jessie, you look
absolutely fabulous! I almost didn't recognize you."
"Cliff, I thought you weren't coming until later," she stammered.
Mags nudged her discreetly. "Um, Cliff Mead, I'd like you to meet Lady
Margaret Weston-Smythe."
Cliff tipped his hat. "Charmed, I'm sure."
The crowd cheered as they spotted the first crew upriver. "Who's
ahead?" called Mags.
"Cambridge," came the answer from a disappointed Oxford supporter.
They rushed to the bridge rail. Jessie could see Jamie in the stern of the
boat, keeping the rowing on an even tempo. Mags, in turn, shouted encouragement
from the rail with the rest of the crowd. Jessie just watched, absorbing
everything.
Cambridge won by at least two lengths. Jamie and his crewmates then rowed to
the nearest dock and climbed out to be greeted by an enthusiastic crowd. He
spotted Jessie and Mags trying to get through and waved to them. The people,
noticing this, opened a path for them.
"You were fabulous!" Jessie told him. "I've never had so much
fun at a race before."
A man with the greyest eyes Jessie had ever seen came up and clapped Jamie on
the back. "Splendid race. They can't argue with that."
Jamie introduced him as Tristan Forbes, a friend of Steven's. "I didn't
think you'd make it in time, Tris."
"I left as soon as you went to set up. By the way, your change of clothes
is in the boot. The car is parked in a reserved spot by the Enclosure."
"Great. I'd better go change, then. Save me a glass of champagne, will
you?"
Jessie turned to Tristan. "How do you know my cousin?"
"Six years ago, in 1959, when he had amnesia, I was the constable assigned
to keep an eye on him."
"Why you?"
"I had read for psychology and the needed someone who knew how to handle
an amnesia case. Granted, mine were only textbook cases, but I had the best
qualifications. I helped him out on a few cases and know I'm studying for my
doctorate."
"I knew I recognized your name, I just couldn't place it."
Jamie strolled up to the Enclosure with the rest of his crew. "See you
inside. I have to get a few things." He spotted the Aston-Martin.
As he was taking his clothes out of the boot, a voice said, "Hello, your
lordship. It was a wonderful race."
"Thank you," he replied, turning around. A familiar man was smiling
at him, his hand in his pocket.
"Yes, it is what you think. You have something we want, m'lord, something
in a black case."
Jamie wracked his brain to remember where he had seen the man. "You're
from the ship, aren't you? The one who talked to me in the newsstand." The
man nodded. "I knew the case wasn't mine," Jamie said, lifting it
out. "I kept meaning to take it to the line's offices, but I never got any
further than that."
The man took the case in his left hand and whistled. A car pulled up and the
man slowly backed over to it, his gun aimed at Jamie. "Don't follow,
m'lord. It can only lead to trouble."
Jamie stood still and watched the car head for the exit only to be blocked by
the guards Dolittle had set up. He smiled and took his clothes inside to change.
Inside he saw Jessie between Cliff Mead and the newly-arrived Dennis Howell.
Both were vying for her attention and he couldn't help but feel a little
jealous. He could just imagine the attention she would get once the public
found out who she really was. He put that behind him and joined the others in a
glass of champagne.