At the Villa of Reduced Circumstances by Alexander McCall Smith Read Free Book Online Page A

D. Wood and Dr Hall were bearing down upon him along the small path that cut through the lavender beds.
    ‘Ah, there you are Professor von Igelfeld,’ said Dr C. A. D. Wood. ‘Hall and I were hoping to find you. Dr Porter said that he had seen you through his binoculars – he likes to watch the garden, you know. Nothing better to do, I suppose.’
    The two Fellows joined him on his bench. As they sat down, the bench tilted slightly in the direction of Dr Hall, and von Igelfeld had to move over quickly towards Dr C. A. D. Wood in order to stop the entire party being tipped over.
    ‘You have a beautiful garden,’ said von Igelfeld conversationally.
    ‘Yes,’ said Dr Hall. ‘And I find it best at this time of year – very early autumn, even if the colour is diminishing somewhat.’
    ‘It’s a good place to talk,’ said Dr C. A. D. Wood. ‘There’s no chance of the Master interrupting one’s conversation. He suffers from hay fever, and so this is the place where we go when we need to talk about anything important.’
    ‘I would not wish to prevent you,’ said von Igelfeld, beginning to rise to his feet.
    Dr C. A. D. Wood pulled him back on to the bench. ‘No,’ she said. ‘Please don’t go. We actually wanted to talk to you, didn’t we, Hall?’
    Dr Hall nodded. ‘That’s why we came out here. We wanted to have a quiet word with you.’
    Von Igelfeld said nothing. Was this the plotting which the Master had warned him about?
    ‘It’s about the Augusta lecture,’ said Dr C. A. D. Wood. ‘The opera lecture.’
    ‘I am looking forward to it immensely,’ said von Igelfeld. ‘Mr Matthew Gurewitsch has some very interesting ideas. I suspect that he will be controversial.’
    ‘Oh yes,’ said Dr C. A. D. Wood quickly. ‘He was a good choice. That’s why I hope that he has the chance to deliver his lecture.’
    Von Igelfeld was confused. Why should there be any question about that? Mr Matthew Gurewitsch had arrived safely from New York and was all prepared to deliver the lecture, which he had already discussed with von Igelfeld. He could not see why any difficulties should arise.
    Sensing his confusion, Dr C. A. D. Wood continued. ‘The problem is that there are those who are keen to stop the lecture from taking place. There are those who are implacably opposed to opera on ideological grounds. They want the lecture to be more socially relevant. They want the money so kindly left by Count Augusta to be used for the advancement of knowledge in a quite different sphere – agricultural economics, for example. They seem to object in some way to the fact that the money was made from a helicopter factory near Bologna.’
    She paused, watching von Igelfeld for his reaction.
    ‘But that’s outrageous,’ burst out von Igelfeld. ‘What possible difference does it make that Count Augusta had a helicopter factory? That is quite irrelevant, I would have thought.’
    Dr Hall nodded vigorously. ‘Somebody has to make helicopters,’ he pointed out.
    ‘Exactly,’ said von Igelfeld. ‘But quite apart from that, their objection disturbs the settled intention of Count Augusta, who surely had the right to decide what his money should be used for. That is a point of principle.’
    ‘Principle,’ echoed Dr Hall, tapping the edge of the stone bench with a slightly fleshy finger.
    ‘It would also be discourteous, to say the least,’ continued von Igelfeld, ‘for the invitation to Mr Matthew Gurewitsch to be withdrawn at this late stage, or indeed at any stage, once it had been issued.’
    ‘Our thoughts precisely,’ said Dr Hall unctuously, smoothing his hair as he did so. ‘It’s quite unacceptable behaviour, in our view.’
    ‘But who can be behind it?’ asked von Igelfeld. ‘Who could possibly dream up something so base?’
    ‘Plank,’ said Dr C. A. D. Wood in a quiet voice.
    ‘Haughland (Plank),’ said Dr Hall. ‘Haughland is Chairman of the Fellows’ Committee. It’s a very influential position,