Masters & Lovers Box Set One

The Sin of the Parent

Richard

Michael appears at the door of the conference room, wandering into my office, musing over some document he holds. “Who was Edward Haswell?”

James and I exchange startled glances. “Edward Haswell?” I say. “He was my father. Why would you ask?”

“Because according to this….” He holds up the document…. “…. forty years or so back, Beth's Uncle Albert was in business with one Edward Haswell.”

I stand without the intervention of my brain, all but snatching the yellowed paper from his hand. “Let me see that.”

A smile plays around his mouth. “It’s news to you I take it?”

“Good God, yes. I’d no idea there was any link between Elizabeth’s family and mine.” I flip through the pages, speed-reading as I go. Francis and James are also both standing. Francis, in deference perhaps to her position as my PA, is trying not to seem too intrigued. James, with no such qualms, is simply leaning in, trying to look over my shoulder.

“It is the same Edward Haswell, I suppose?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply. “Just from what I can see here, this is a reference to my father’s company….” I flick back to the cover page which crackles with age. “What date….?” My mind spins…. “At this date, I was fifteen or sixteen at the time.” I pace the room, dredging for the memory. “I must have met him surely?” I’m muttering to myself, but everyone is listening.

“Really?” says James. “Can you remember him?”

I’m shaking my head, as though the movement will dislodge the memory. “No…. But I was effectively apprenticed to my father by then. He made sure I met all his business contacts. I must have met him.” Then to Michael, “Is there any more like this?”

He jerks his head back to the conference room. “Sure. There's a crate-load of it, in one of those wooden boxes Beth brought back. It all looks like business records.”

“May I see that? Would you mind?” asks James, gesturing at the document in my hand.

“Of course, yes…. No, better, Francis, can you make three…. No five…. copies of this and whatever else comes out of that crate that seems relevant. We’d better allow for the originals being ready to fall into dust…. How much is there of it, Michael?”

“As I said, a crate-load.”

“Francis?”

aged document from my fingers. “If there’s so much information, I’ll get one of the

“Um….” Michael hesitates.

“Yes?”

you are going to use staff for this, you choose carefully who does

have a spy in the camp; someone passing information to Klempner. I vacillate between the need

should be careful, but perhaps we should mention this to

nods, sucking in

?

Elizabeth….

my eyes at Charlotte, I stab at my

wife answers almost

like you to come to my office. We

“We?”

Now please.

copier, handing them around, then glancing at

“Of course, Francis.”

before reading

the cover sheet first. “As you say, this more than forty years ago, but these are Albert’s own files. Would the equivalent documents from your father's company still exist? Get the story from

A very good question….

fast…. “I have no idea.

doubtless long retired. I haven’t a clue if anything of that age is still around.” She chews at a fingernail. “If it is, it will be....” Then she pauses, “…. Would have been in the archives in the

burned to the

they would be ashes

know. We did rescue some records from the basement levels…. I'll

“Thank you. And Francis?”

“Yes, Richard?”

have anything pressing in my diary for

with Chancellor

wait. He's asking for money. Re-schedule it for another day.

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