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A Taste




Chapter Three
Seeing through the Veil
So glad you invited me, old man. Find it a bit hard to get out and
socialize these days… well, you know."
"Well, Edward, you should go out more often and I'm going to
make damned sure you do from now on." Captain David Neville
turned the wheel as he spoke, steering the green open-topped
Bentley through the gates of Parkland Hall. The first sight of the
estate always raised his spirits. The long drive bisected a gentle
upcurve of green that swept away into distant woodland on both
sides. Light shone down between the chestnut trees, the oaks and
copper beeches. Under the broad level spread of the branches sheep
grazed, woolly as clouds outlined by light. And there at the top of
the hill stood the Hall, with its straight Georgian lines and its
mottled grey walls; plain and magnificent.
David glanced at the thin, pale man in the passenger seat. Edward
was the same age as he, twenty-six, although he looked older. His
mouse-fair hair was as colourless as his skin and his blue eyes were
never still, always taking in everything around him. That alertness,
the complete inability to relax, was the least part of the trenches'
legacy.


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A Taste


"Soon, all this will be mine," David said drily.
Edward chuckled. "Sounds as if you're planning to bump off your
aunt."
"That wouldn't get me far; her husband has two boys of his own
from his first marriage. No, I shall just have the responsibility
without the privilege of ownership, but that's the way I prefer it.
Elizabeth will give me a free hand to administer the estate and I
shall thoroughly enjoy the job."
"Will you be living at the Hall itself?"
"No." David looked over to the east, but a copse on the flank of the
hill obscured his line of vision. "You can't see it from here, but
there's an old manor about a mile off. Bit dilapidated but a splendid
house, good thick walls. Anne and I are going to do the place up,
it'll be perfect for us."
Edward gazed thoughtfully out of the side window, hands lightly
clasped on the walking stick that rested between his knees. "You
seem to have it all worked out. I envy you."