They were off! Praise be for Roadside Recovery!
Just thinking…, said Snod, once they had reached
the motorway and he felt that Dru could concentrate.
You never did go into Bunbury, Quincunx
and Quatrefoil, to arrange to inspect the rest of the
jewellery deposited for you in the bank vault.
I know…It’s just that circumstances changed.
What do you mean? How?
Well, now that you are seeing Virginia, I thought, if you
two get hitched, spliced, or whatever, well…
…well, she would be the due recipient of the legacy, being
your- em- wife and therefore Lady Wivern’s daughter-in-
The bumf said it was for your wife, or daughter.
Well, I don’t have a wife and you are my daughter, so, at
the point of Lady Wivern’s death, you were the only valid
beneficiary. It couldn’t even be argued that Diana was my
common-law-wife, as we never lived together and she was
espoused to Murgatroyd. I suppose you could give her a
token from the hoard…something you are less keen on,
if you feel you must. And, if you give Diana a little
something, I will give you the heart-shaped diamond ring
I kept all those years for her. I don’t think Virginia would
appreciate jewellery bought for someone else and it is
inappropriate for me to give it to your mother now she is
back together with Murgatroyd.
The only thing that truly interested me was The Tindall
Jewel and, as you know, I signed for it to be left on
permanent display at Wyvern Mote. At least they verified
my genetic credentials fairly discreetly in order for me to
assert ownership and do that.
Yes, The National Trust soon co-operated when they
got wind that you were going to be Lady Bountiful to
them, Snod agreed.
I must say I was impressed when the curator came up
with Lionel and Peregrine’s milk teeth in the schoolroom
drawer. It was so lucky that the little yellow stumps had
been kept in labelled drawing pin boxes, along with their
other childhood treasures.
Yes, my half brothers… A lifetime ago, said Snod sadly.
It certainly saved any ‘Alas poor Yorick!’ exhumations.
All we had to provide was that cheek swab and-hey
presto!-proof of identity for both of us. That’s Modern
Science for you. And Modern Life. Somehow spoils the
mystery, though… No, things can’t be changed
retrospectively. Anyway, even if Virginia and myself do…
Father! Dru pulled into the inside lane. Are you telling
me there is a possibility??!
She hasn’t asked me yet, Snod prevaricated. What
about you and Nigel? You don’t give much away yourself.
Maybe we will, if you will.
Sounds like that song from The American Songbag, Dru
laughed. Then she started singing:
She’ll be coming round the mountains when she comes…
She stopped: Who was ‘she’?
A locomotive. It’s a railroad song. Let’s just hope we
avoid a train crash in our relationships!
Oh, don’t be so gloomy! Let’s just hope that she’ll be
wearing silk pyjamas when she comes! I wonder if
No, she doesn’t, commented Snod, without thinking.
Neither does Nigel! Dru giggled.
They both burst out laughing and continued lustily:
I will, if you will, so will I!