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went to see Harriet yesterday evening,’ he continued. ‘I believed we could talk things over properly; find a way to make a future together for the sake of our child. But she wasn’t there. She’s gone, and not left an address. Why? Why pick this moment to run away from me?’

      So he didn’t know, Ellie realised, her heart sinking. The next few minutes were going to be terrible.

      ‘She obviously doesn’t feel able to talk,’ she said. ‘Perhaps you should just accept that it’s over.’

      ‘Over between her and me, but not between me and my child,’ he retorted swiftly.

      She hesitated, dismayed at the disaster that was heading their way. Sensing her unease, he spoke more quietly.

      ‘You probably think I’m being unreasonable about this; pursuing a woman who doesn’t want me. Why don’t I just let her go? But it’s not that simple. I can let her go, but not the baby. There’s a connection there that nothing can break, and if she thinks she’s going to make me a stranger to my own child, she’s wrong. I’ll never let that happen.’

      Ellie wanted to cry out, to make him stop at all costs. Never before had this hard man revealed his feelings so frankly, and her heart ached at the thought of how she was about to hurt him.

      ‘I need you to find her,’ he said. ‘Her lawyers won’t tell me where she is but you can get it out of them.’

      ‘I’m afraid it wouldn’t help,’ she said heavily.

      ‘Of course it would help. They tell you, you tell me, and I go to see her and make her stop this nonsense.’

      ‘No!’ Ellie clenched her fists. ‘It isn’t nonsense. I’m sorry, I hate to tell you this, but I have to.’

      ‘Tell me what?’

      She took a deep breath and forced herself to say, ‘The baby isn’t yours.’

      Silence. She wondered if he’d actually heard her.

      ‘What did you say?’ he asked at last.

      ‘She’s carrying another man’s child. I only found out myself just now. It’s all in this letter.’

      She handed him the letter from his wife’s lawyer, and tried to read his expression as he read it. But his face was blank. At last he gave a snort.

      ‘So this is her latest trick. Does she think to fool me?’

      ‘It’s not a trick. She had a DNA test done and that proves it.’

      ‘A DNA test? But surely they can’t be done before the child is born? It’s too dangerous.’

      ‘That was true once. But recently new techniques have been developed, and it can be done safely while a baby is still in the womb.’

      ‘But they’d have needed to compare the child’s DNA with mine. I haven’t given a sample so they can’t have.’

      ‘They got a sample from the other man in her life and compared it with that,’ Ellie said. ‘The result was positive. I’m afraid there’s no doubt he’s the father. You’ll find it here.’

      He took the paper she held out. Ellie tensed, waiting for the storm to break. This man couldn’t tolerate being defied, and the discovery of his soon-to-be ex-wife’s treachery would provoke an explosion of temper.

      But nothing happened. A terrible stillness had descended on him as he stared at the message that meant devastation to all his hopes. The colour drained from his face, leaving it with a greyish pallor that might have belonged to a dead man.

      At last he spoke in a toneless voice. ‘Can I believe the test?’

      ‘I know the lab that did it,’ she said. ‘They are completely reliable. I’m afraid it’s true.’

      Suddenly he turned away and slammed his fist down on the desk.

      ‘Fool!’ he raged. ‘Fool!’

      Her temper rose. ‘So you think I’m a fool for telling you what you don’t want to know?’

      ‘Not you,’ he snapped. ‘Me! To be taken in by that woman and her cheap tricks—I must be the biggest fool in creation.’

      Her anger faded. His self-blame took her by surprise.

      His back was still turned to her, but the angle of the window caught his face. It was only a faint reflection, but she managed to see that he had closed his eyes.

      He was more easily hurt than she’d suspected. And his way of coping was to retreat deep inside himself.

      But perhaps a little sympathy could still reach him. Gently she touched his arm.

      ‘I know this is hard for you,’ she began.

      ‘Nothing I can’t cope with,’ he said firmly, drawing away from her. ‘It’s time I was going. You know where I’m staying?’

      ‘Yes.’ She named the hotel.

      ‘Send my bill there and I’ll go as soon as it’s paid. Sorry to have troubled you.’

      He gave her a brief nod and departed, leaving her feeling snubbed. One brief expression of sympathy had been enough to make him flee her. But then, she reflected, he hadn’t become a successful businessman by allowing people to get close. For his wife he’d made an exception, and it had been a shattering mistake.

      Ellie got back to work, setting out his bill then working out a response to the lawyer’s letter. It took her a few minutes to write a conventional reply, but when she read it through she couldn’t be satisfied. Something told her that Signor Fellani would dislike the restrained wording.

      Yet is there any way to phrase this that wouldn’t annoy him? she wondered. He seems to spend his whole life on the verge of a furious temper. Still, I suppose I can hardly blame him now.

      She rephrased the letter and considered it critically.

      I should have done this while he was here, she mused. Then I could have got his agreement to it. Perhaps I’d better go and see him now, and get this settled.

      She went to find Rita.

      ‘I have to leave. I need to talk to Signor Fellani again. My goodness! Look at the weather.’

      ‘Snowing fit to bust,’ Rita agreed, glancing out of the window. ‘I don’t envy you driving in that.’

      ‘Nor do I. But it has to be done.’

      She hurried outside to where her car was parked, and turned onto the route that led to the hotel. It was about a mile away, and the last hundred yards took her along the River Thames. Driving slowly because of the snow, she glanced at the pavement, and tensed at what she saw.

      He was there by the wall, staring out over the river. A pause in the traffic gave her time to study him as he stood, wrapped in some private world, oblivious to his surroundings, unaware of the snow engulfing him.

      She found a space to park, then hurried across the road to Leonizio.

      ‘Signore!’ she called. ‘I was on my way to your hotel. It’s lucky I happened to notice you here.’

      He regarded her, and she had a strange sensation that he didn’t recognise her through the snow.

      ‘It’s me,’ she said. ‘Your lawyer. We have business to discuss. My car’s waiting over there.’

      ‘Then we’d better go before you catch your death of cold.’

      ‘Or you catch yours,’ she retorted. ‘You’re soaking.’

      ‘Don’t bother about me. Let’s go.’

      She led him across the road to where two cars were parked, one shabby, one new and clearly expensive. He headed for the shabby one.

      ‘Not that one,’ Ellie called,

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