afford to be connected with a convict?â she hazarded.
âSomething like that.â
âMr Haveringââ
âCall me Roscoe. After all, what you said about me calling you Pippaâwell, it works both ways, doesnât it?â
For a moment the naked nymph danced between them and was gone, firmly banished on both sides.
âRoscoe, if Iâm to help you I need full information. I canât work in the dark.â
âIâm a stockbroker. I have clients who depend on me, who need to be able to trust me. I canât afford to let anything damage my reputation.â
His voice was harsh, as though heâd retreated behind steel bars. But the next moment the bars collapsed and he said roughly, âHell, no! Youâd better know the real reason. If anything happens to Charlie, it would break my motherâs heart. Heâs all she lives for, and her health is frail. Sheâs been in a bad way ever since my father died, fifteen years ago. At all costs I want to save her from more suffering.â
He spoke as though the words were tortured from him, and she could only guess what it cost this stockbroker to allow a chink in his confident facade and reveal his emotions. Now she began to like him.
âWhy is he in trouble?â she asked gently.
âHe went out with his friends, had too much to drink. Some of them broke into a shop at night and got caught. The shopkeeper thinks he was one of them.â
âWhat does Charlie say?â
âSometimes he says he wasnât, sometimes he hints he might have been. Itâs almost as though he didnât know. I donât think he was entirely sober that night.â
Pippa frowned. This sounded more like a teenager than a young man of twenty-four.
âDo you have any other brothers or sisters?â she asked.
âNone.â
âAunts, uncles?â
âNone.â
âWife? Children? Didnât you mention having a daughter?â
âNo, I said if you were my daughter Iâd give you a piece of my mind.â
âAh, yes.â She smiled. âI remember.â
âThatâll teach me not to judge people on short acquaintance, wonât it? Anyway, I have neither wife nor children.â
âSo, apart from your mother, youâre Charlieâs only relative. You must virtually have been his father.â
He grimaced. âNot a very successful one. Iâve always been so afraid of making a mess of it that Iâ¦made a mess of it.â
Pippa nodded. âThe worst mistakes are sometimes made by people who are desperately trying to avoid mistakes,â she said sympathetically.
Relief settled over him at her understanding.
âExactly. Long ago, I promised my mother Iâd take care of Charlie, make sure he grew up strong and successful, but I seem to have let her down. I canât bear to let her down again.â
It felt strange to hear this powerful man blaming himself for failure. Evidently, there was more to him than had first appeared.
âDoes he have a job?â
âHe works in my office. Heâs bright. Heâs got a terrific memory, and if we can get him safely through this he has a great future.â
âHas he been in trouble with the police before?â
âHeâs skirted trouble but never actually been charged with anything. This will be his first time in court.â
She wondered what strings heâd had to pull to achieve that, but was too tactful to ask. That could come later.
âWas anyone injured?â she asked.
âNobody. The shop owner arrived while there were several of them there. They escaped, he gave chase and got close enough to see them just as they reached Charlie. He began yelling at them, which attracted the attention of two policemen coming out of the local station, and they all got arrested.
âThe owner insists Charlie was actually in the shop with the others, although I donât see how he can be