Rodby Explains, at last

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I was about to leave when my phone rang.  “Just a minute, I’d better check.”

I looked at the screen, and it was a private number.  Normally, I would ignore the call, but this time, I had a bad feeling.

“Yes.” 

“Don’t hang up. This is a recorded message. It’s the only way I can tell you what’s happening.”

Rodby, with a tremor.  This was entirely unexpected.

“Have you got a private space where I can listen to this?  It’s a message from my employer and may be relevant to the countess.”

“Of course.”  He got up and went to a door on the side and opened it.  “A conference room. Take as long as you need.”

I walked into the room, and he closed the door behind me.

Another message came in, and I looked at it.  A response from Anthony on the identity of the girl outside after I surreptitiously took her photo and sent it back.

The document had the name age all that personal stuff, where she lived, all her relatives, where she worked, indeed a pi company, and the fact she was an art historian working in the stolen paintings department.  It confirmed her real name was Francesca and not that she had given me earlier.  It was useful for later if she was still in the office.

Meanwhile, I replayed the message.

“As you may have guessed, you did not get the whole story.  Circumstances made it impossible for me to give the proper instructions to Anthony, so I had to work around the facts and add sufficient fiction to make it seem plausible, to Anthony anyway.  I know you can see the holes.

But, an explanation for all of this subterfuge…

Firstly, you are doing this job because you are not on the radar.  Nor is Cecelia, and I’ve kept it so that no one knows you are doing anything for us.  I fear not everyone in the office is rowing in the same direction.

Secondly, I’m under strict instructions at the peril of Martha’s life to do as I am told.  Both Martha and Heidi were kidnapped two weeks ago and were replaced by the two women you met at the opera.  They are very good impersonators and look almost exactly like them.  But they are short on essential details, and I believe you will discover this fact soon enough, if not already.

I don’t know where they are or who has taken them.  I cannot say for certain if Juliet or Vittoria or both are involved in their kidnapping and/or working in concert with the fake countess and whoever she is working for.  I suspect that it’s not the Burkehardt’s, and knowing you, you will have gone to the solicitor’s office and elicited a few facts that no one other than me, him, and three others knows about them.  I was in fact hoping that was going to be your next course of action.

Thirdly, I was asked to put my best person in ensuring the fake countess made it to the solicitor’s office for the sealing of the inheritance documents.  I used you because, out of everyone I knew, because you would be intrigued by the notion that Mrs Rodby would want to set up a date with you and Heidi, especially when you were not looking for one.  Ordinarily, Martha would not do such a thing, but I had to weave the tale so that the fake would agree to use you as her guardian angel.

I believe that by now, you will know that Martha and Heidi are sisters.  Heidi had come to London about a month ago just after the count died, terrified.  An attempt had been made on her life, and she had no idea who or why. She didn’t think it was the Burkhardt’s, but Alessandro was making ugly noises.

Two weeks later, no further advanced in our inquiries, they were taken, so I didn’t have much to work with.

Two important outcomes for this mission are, firstly, you must try and find the women.  It is imperative we get to them before the date of the meeting with the Burkehardt’s.  Secondly, the fake countess must not get to that solicitor’s office.  How you do that is up to you.”

There might have been more, but that’s where the message cut out.

It explained why I thought the woman at Trafalgar Square was different from what I remembered, and Rodby’s very strange behaviour.

I guess I’d be a little off my game if someone had kidnapped Violetta.  What I couldn’t understand was how he let it happen.  His personal security was very tight, and that extended to family members.

It also explained why the solicitor in the other room had not heard from his client, the woman pretending to be her was not her, and didn’t know about the coded communications.

I went back into the lawyer’s office where he was reading through a brief.  I had thought he might see the girl who came in with me.

He looked up.  “Any news.”

For a second, I was going to tell him, but a sixth sense told me not to trust anyone, no matter how sincere they sounded.  With the kind of money being thrown around as the value of this inheritance, strong-minded people could be turned.

It would not serve the real countess if they, whoever they were, knew we knew their secret.  That was the tangled web of lies and deceit this mission was descending into.

“Nothing definitive.  To be honest, this is not my area of expertise, and they’re sending out someone with more experience.  I told them to just leave well alone, but someone in London has a bee in their bonnet about the countess.”

He shrugged.  “She is English, it is understandable.  What are you going to do next?”

“Have a chat with the girl outside.  It won’t hurt to find out why she’s so interested in me.  If I wasn’t such a suspicious bugger, I’d be flattered.  Thank you for your time.”

© Charles Heath 2023