Scandalous Behavior

You ll have to wait a little while and take a boat ride, before all is revealed. She drove quickly out of town and onto a motorway for a short distance, which she covered in record time. Soon they were driving through the village of Beaulieu (pronounced Bewley in England), then down the eastern side of the Beaulieu River, a tidal estuary that flowed into the Solent, the body of water separating the Isle of Wight from the mainland. Soon she used a remote control to open a wrought-iron gate, hung on old stone pillars, and drove down a driveway lined with ancient trees until a large stone cottage with a slate roof revealed itself.

Come with me, she said. My housekeeper will take your bags upstairs and press your dinner suit. She led him through a handsomely decorated living room and out a rear door, and they walked down a stone path to a dock, where a charming old wooden cabin cruiser was moored. She got the engines started while Stone dealt with the lines, and they proceeded downstream half a mile and tied up at another dock, where a sign read: WINDWARD HALL. They walked up from the floating pontoon and were met by a man in an electric vehicle who took them down a shaded drive.

Stop here, Stan, Felicity said. Come on, Stone, we ll walk.

Stone got down from the cart and followed her farther along the narrow road. Without warning they emerged from the trees, and there before them, in a lovely meadow, dotted with old oaks and half a dozen grazing horses, was the most beautiful Georgian house Stone had ever seen. It was not overly large and it was symmetrical, with wings extending from either side. In the center was a white portico supported by four slender columns. Stone s breath was taken away. I ve never seen anything so perfect, he said.

That was my reaction, too, when I first saw this house as a child. The owner was a friend of my father.

Who lives here?

Sir Charles Bourne, she said. Come, let s go inside.

Is he expecting us?

He s in London this afternoon. He ll join us for dinner at the Royal Yacht Squadron in Cowes tonight, but someone else is expecting us. They walked up the