‘But I didn’t know about the aristocrats’ clause,’ protested Virginia.
‘Ignorance of the law is not a defence,’ said Sir Edward firmly. ‘And in any case, I suspect a judge would find it hard to believe that you hadn’t selected the vases most carefully, and knew only too well what they were worth. I should warn you, that is also Mr Blatchford’s opinion.’
‘So will the vases have to be returned to the duke?’
‘Ironically, no. The Hertfords must also abide by the letter of the law, as well as the spirit of your late husband’s will, so the vases will be sent back to you to enjoy for the rest of your life. However, Mr Blatchford has informed me that if you return them within twenty-eight days, the family will take no further legal action, which I consider is generous in the circumstances.’
‘But why would they want the vases now, when they’ll get them back anyway in the fullness of time?’
‘I would suggest that the possibility of them banking a million pounds might well be the answer to that question, your grace. I understand Mr Poltimore has already been in touch with the duke and informed him that he has a private buyer in Chicago lined up.’
‘Has the man no morals?’
‘However, I would still advise you to return them by October nineteenth if you don’t want to face another lengthy and expensive court case.’
‘I will, of course, take your advice, Sir Edward,’ said Virginia, accepting she had been left with no choice. ‘Please assure Mr Blatchford that I will return the vases to Clarence by October nineteenth.’
An agreement was struck between Sir Edward and Mr Blatchford that the two Ming Dynasty vases would be returned to the fourteenth Duke of Hertford at his home in Eaton Square, on or before October 19th. In exchange, Clarence had signed a legally binding agreement that no further action would be taken against Virginia, Dowager Duchess of Hertford, and he also agreed to cover her legal costs for the transaction.
Virginia had a long liquid lunch with Bofie Bridgwater at Mark’s Club on October 19th and didn’t get back home to Chelsea until nearly four, by which time the lights in the square had already been turned on.
She sat alone in the front room of her little flat and stared at the two vases. Although she had only possessed them for a few months, as each day passed, she had come to appreciate why they were regarded as works of genius. She had to admit, if only to herself, that she was going to miss them. However, the thought of another legal battle and Sir Edward’s exorbitant fee, catapulted her back into the real world.
It was Bofie who had pointed out, just after they’d opened their second bottle of Merlot, the significance of the words ‘on or before’, and it amused Virginia to think she could at least have a little fun at Clarence’s expense.
After a light supper, she ran herself a bath, and lay among the bubbles giving considerable thought to what she should wear for the occasion, as this was clearly going to be a closing-night performance. She settled on black, a colour her late husband had always favoured, especially after escorting her back to Eaton Square following an evening at Annabel’s.
Virginia didn’t hurry herself, aware that her timing had to be perfect, before the curtain could come down. At 11.40 p.m., she stepped out of the flat and hailed a taxi. She explained to the driver that she would require some help in putting two large vases in the back. He couldn’t have been more obliging, and once Virginia had settled herself on the back seat, he asked, ‘Where to, madam?’
‘Thirty-two Eaton Square. And could you drive slowly, as I wouldn’t want the vases to be damaged.’
‘Of course, madam.’
Virginia sat on the edge of the seat, a hand placed firmly on the rim of each vase while the cabbie drove the short distance from Chelsea to Eaton Square, never moving out of first gear.
When the cab finally pulled up outside No. 32, memories of her time with Perry came flooding back, reminding Virginia once again just how much she missed him. The driver climbed out and opened the back door for her.
‘Would you be kind enough to put the vases on the top step,’ she said as she climbed out of the cab. She waited until the driver had done so before adding, ‘If you could wait, I’ll only be a few moments, then you can drive me back home.’
‘Of course, madam.’
Virginia checked her watch: nine minutes to twelve. She had kept her side of the bargain. She pressed the doorbell and waited until she saw a light on the third floor go on. A few moments later a familiar face appeared at the window. She smiled up at Clarence, who opened the window and peered down at her.
‘Is that you, Virginia?’ he asked, trying not to sound exasperated.