Jeffrey Archer - And Thereby Hangs a Tale

For Simon Bainbridge

I would like to thank the following people for their valuable advice and assistance:

Simon Bainbridge, Rosie de Courcy, Alison Prince, Billy Little, David Russell, Nisha and Jamwal Singh, Jerome Kerr-Jarrett, Mari Roberts, Jonathan Ticehurst and Brian Wead.

During the past six years I have gathered together several of these stories while on my travels around the world. Ten of them are based on known incidents and are marked as in my past collections with an asterisk, while the remaining five are the result of my imagination.

I would like to thank all those people who have inspired me with their tales, and while there may not be a book in every one of us, there is so often a damned good short story.

GRUMIO

First, know my horse is tired, my master

and mistress fallen out.

CURTIS

How?

GRUMIO

Out of their saddles into the dirt, and

thereby hangs a tale.

CURTIS

Lets hat, good Grumio.

The Taming of the Shrew

IV, i, ll. 47-52.

JEREMY LOOKED ACROSS the table at Arabella and still couldnt believe she had agreed to be his wife. He was the luckiest man in the world.

She was giving him the shy smile that had so entranced him the first time they met, when a waiter appeared by his side. Ill have an espresso, said Jeremy, and my fiance it still sounded strange to him will have a mint tea.

Very good, sir.

Jeremy tried to stop himself looking around the room full of at home people who knew exactly where they were and what was expected of them, whereas he had never visited the Ritz before. It became clear from the waves and blown kisses from customers who flitted in and out of the morning room that Arabella knew everyone, from the matre d to several of the set, as she often referred to them. Jeremy sat back and tried to relax.

Theyd firs Tduo;quot met at Ascot. Arabella was inside the royal enclosure looking out, while Jeremy was on the outside, looking in; that was how hed assumed it would always be, until she gave him that beguiling smile as she strolled out of the enclosure and whispered as she passed him, Put your shirt on Trumpeter. She then disappeared off in the direction of the private boxes.

Jeremy took her advice, and placed twenty pounds on Trumpeter double his usual wager before returning to the stands to see the horse romp home at 5-1. He hurried back to the royal enclosure to thank her, at the same time hoping she might give him another tip for the next race, but she was nowhere to be seen. He was disappointed, but still placed fifty pounds of his winnings on a horse the Daily Express tipster fancied. It turned out to be a nag that would be described in tomorrows paper as an also-ran.

Jeremy returned to the royal enclosure for a third time in the hope of seeing her again. He searched the paddock full of elegant men dressed in morning suits with little enclosure badges hanging from their lapels, all looking exactly like each other. They were accompanied by wives and girlfriends adorned in designer dresses and outrageous hats, desperately trying not to look like anyone else. Then he spotted her, standing next to a tall, aristocratic-looking man who was bending down and listening intently to a jockey dressed in red-and-yellow hooped silks. She didnt appear to be interested in their conversation and began to look around. Her eyes settled on Jeremy and he received that same friendly smile once again. She whispered something to the tall man, then walked across the enclosure to join him at the railing.

I hope you took my advice, she said.

Sure did, said Jeremy. But how could you be so confident?

Its my fathers horse.

Should I back your fathers horse in the next race?

Certainly not. You should never bet on anything unless youre sure its a certainty. I hope you won enough to take me to dinner tonight?

If Jeremy didnt reply immediately, it was only because he couldnt believe hed heard her correctly. He eventually stammered out, Where would you like to go?

The Ivy, eight oclock. By the way, my names Arabella Warwick. Without another word she turned on her heel and went back to join her set.

Jeremy was surprised Arabella had given him a second look, let alone suggested they should dine together that evening. He expected that nothing would come of it, but as shed already paid for dinner, he had nothing to lose.

Arabella arrived a few minutes after the appointed hour, and when she entered the restaurant, several pairs of male eyes followed her progress as she made her way to Jeremys table. He had been told they were fully booked until he mentioned her name. Jeremy rose from his place long before she joined him. She took the seat opposite him. A waiter appeared by her side.

The usual, madam?

She nodded, but didnt take her eyes off Jeremy.

By the time her Bellini had arrived, Jeremy had begun to relax a little. She listened intently to everything he had to say, laughed at his jokes, and even seemed to be interested in his work at the bank. Well, he had slightly exaggerated his position and the size of the deals he was working on.

After dinner, which was a little more expensive than hed anticipated, he drove her back to her home in Pavilion Road, and was surprised when she invited him in for coffee, and even more surprised when they ended up in bed.

Jeremy had never slept with a woman on a first date before. He could only assume that it was what the set did, and when he left the next morning, he certainly didnt expect ever to hear from her again. But she called that afternoon and invited him over for supper at her place. From that moment, they hardly spent a day apart during the next month.

What pleased Jeremy most was that Arabella didnt seem to mind that he couldnt afford to take her to her usual haunts, and appeared quite happy to share a Chinese or Indian meal when they went out for dinner, often insisting that they split the bill. But he didnt believe it could last, until one night she said, You do realize Im in love with you, dont you, Jeremy?

Jeremy had never expressed his true feelings for Arabella. Hed assumed their relationship was nothing more than what her set would describe as a fling. Not that shed ever introduced him to anyone from her set. When he fell on one knee and proposed to her on the dance floor at Annabels, he couldnt believe it when she said yes.

Ill buy a ring tomorrow, he said, trying not to think about the parlous state of his bank account, which had turned a deeper shade of red since hed met Arabella.

Why bother to buy one, when you can steal the best there is? she said.

Jeremy burst out laughing, but it quickly became clear Arabella wasnt joking. That was the moment he should have walked away, but he realized he couldnt if it meant losing her. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with this beautiful and intoxicating woman, and if stealing a ring was what it took, it seemed a small price to pay.

What type shall I steal? he asked, still not altogether sure that she was serious.

The expensive type, she replied. In fact, Ive already chosen the one I want. She passed him a De Beers catalogue. Page forty-three, she said. Its called the Kandice Diamond.

But have you worked out how Im going to steal it? asked Jeremy, studying a photograph of the faultless yellow diamond.

Oh, thats the easy part, darling, she said. All youll have to do is follow my instructions.

Jeremy didnt say a word until shed finished outlining her plan.

Thats how he had ended up in the Ritz that morning, wearing his only tailored suit, a pair of Links cufflinks, a Cartier Tank watch and an old Etonian tie, all of which belonged to Arabellas father.