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False Impression

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Chapter One 

Victoria Wentworth sat alone at the table where Wellington had dined with sixteen of his field officers the night before he set out for Waterloo.

 

General Sir Harry Wentworth sat at the right hand of the Iron Duke that night, and was commanding his left flank when a defeated Napoleon rode off the battlefield and into exile. A grateful monarch bestowed on the general the title Earl of Wentworth, which the family had borne proudly since 1815.

 

These thoughts were running through Victoria's mind as she read Dr. Petrescu's report for a second time. When she turned the last page, she let out a sigh of relief. A solution to all her problems had been found, quite literally at the eleventh hour.

 

The dining-room door opened noiselessly and Andrews, who from second footman to butler had served three generations of Wentworths, deftly removed her ladyship's dessert plate.

 

"Thank you," Victoria said, and waited until he had reached the door before she added, "And has everything been arranged for the removal of the painting?" She couldn't bring herself to mention the artist's name.

 

"Yes, m'lady," Andrews replied, turning back to face his mistress. "The picture will have been dispatched before you come down for breakfast."

 

"And has everything been prepared for Dr. Petrescu's visit?"

 

"Yes, m'lady," repeated Andrews. "Dr. Petrescu is expected around midday on Wednesday, and I have already informed cook that she will be joining you for lunch in the conservatory."

 

"Thank you, Andrews," said Victoria. The butler gave a slight bow and quietly closed the heavy oak door behind him.

 

By the time Dr. Petrescu arrived, one of the family's most treasured heirlooms would be on its way to America, and although the masterpiece would never be seen at Wentworth Hall again, no one outside the immediate family need be any the wiser.

 

Victoria folded her napkin and rose from the table. She picked up Dr. Petrescu's report and walked out of the dining room and into the hall. The sound of her shoes echoed in the marble hallway. She paused at the foot of the staircase to admire Gainsborough's full-length portrait of Catherine, Lady Wentworth, who was dressed in a magnificent long silk and taffeta gown, set off by a diamond necklace and matching earrings. Victoria touched her ear and smiled at the thought that such an extravagant bauble must have been considered quite risqué at the time.

 

Victoria looked steadfastly ahead as she climbed the wide marble staircase to her bedroom on the first floor. She felt unable to look into the eyes of her ancestors, brought to life by Romney, Lawrence, Reynolds, Lely, and Kneller, conscious of having let them all down. Victoria accepted that before she retired to bed she must finally write to her sister and let her know the decision she had come to.

 

Arabella was so wise and sensible. If only her beloved twin had been born a few minutes earlier rather than a few minutes later, then she would have inherited the estate and undoubtedly handled the problem with considerably more panache. And worse, when Arabella learned the news, she would neither complain nor remonstrate, just continue to display the family's stiff upper lip.

 

Victoria closed the bedroom door, walked across the room, and placed Dr. Petrescu's report on her desk. She undid her bun, allowing the hair to cascade onto her shoulders. She spent the next few minutes brushing her hair before taking off her clothes and slipping on a silk nightgown, which a maid had laid out on the end of the bed. Finally she stepped into her bedroom slippers. Unable to avoid the responsibility any longer, she sat down at her writing desk and picked up her fountain pen.

 

 

Wentworth Hall

 

September 10th, 2001

 

My dearest Arabella,

 

I have put off writing this letter for far too long, as you are the last person who deserves to learn such distressing news.

 

When dear Papa died and I inherited the estate, it was some time before I appreciated the full extent of the debts he had run up. I fear my lack of business experience, coupled with crippling death duties, only exacerbated the problem.

 

I thought the answer was to borrow even more, but that has simply made matters worse. At one point I feared that because of my naïveté we might even end up having to sell our family's estate. But I am pleased to tell you that a solution has been found.

 

On Wednesday, I will be seeing--

 

 

Victoria thought she heard the bedroom door open. She wondered which of her servants would have considered entering the room without knocking.

 

By the time Victoria had turned to find out who it was, she was already standing by her side.

 

Victoria stared up at a woman she had never seen before. She was young, slim, and even shorter than Victoria. She smiled sweetly, which made her appear vulnerable. Victoria returned her smile, and then noticed she was carrying a kitchen knife in her right hand.

 

"Who--" began Victoria as a hand shot out, grabbed her by the hair, and snapped her head back against the chair. Victoria felt the thin, razor-sharp blade as it touched the skin of her neck. In one swift movement the knife sliced open her throat as if she were a lamb being sent to slaughter.

 

Moments before Victoria died, the young woman cut off her left ear.

 

Copyright © 2006 by Jeffrey Archer. All rights reserved.

Product Details

ISBN:
9780312939779
Author:
Archer, Jeffrey
Publisher:
St. Martin's Press
Author:
Forsyth, Frederick
Subject:
Thrillers
Subject:
Mystery & Detective - Women Sleuths
Subject:
Revenge
Subject:
Missing persons
Subject:
General Fiction
Subject:
Mystery fiction
Subject:
Suspense fiction
Subject:
Mystery-A to Z
Copyright:
Edition Description:
Mass market paperback
Publication Date:
20061131
Binding:
MASS MARKET
Grade Level:
General/trade
Language:
English
Pages:
448
Dimensions:
7.50 x 4.19 in

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Why was an elegant lady BRUTALLY MURDERED the night before 9/11?

 

Why was a successful New York banker not surprised to receive A WOMAN'S LEFT EAR in the mail?

 

Why did a young woman with a brilliant career steal an IMPRESSIONIST PAINTING?

 

Why was an honors graduate working as a temporary secretary after INHERITING A FORTUNE?

 

Why was a SENIOR FBI AGENT trying to work out the connection between these four apparently innocent individuals?

 

A breathtaking journey of twists and turns from New York to London, from Bucharest and on to Tokyo ends up in a sleepy English village where the mystery surrounding Van Gogh's last painting will finally be resolved.

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