waits.
âDavid was given an income from the estate and was generally looked after but it was nothing compared to his older brother, Thomasâs, inheritance: the wine import business, property, investments. Thomas married later and there was only one child, Charles, TDFâs grandfather. OK so far?â
Claude nods. âAll clear.â
âSo we fast-forward through three generations. Cousins, second cousins, until we get to Charlie and Ben. Now just before he died, TDF found two very beautiful little etchings in Totnes market. He brought them back as a present for my birthday and, because he didnât have much time to get them framed, he decided to use two frames from the cartoons. They are all different and they arenât very valuable but there were two exactly the right size and colour for the etchings. When TDF took them apart he found that in the back of one of them was a piece of paper.â
Evie sits back and takes a breath.
âA letter?â asks Claude.
She frowns and shakes her head. âNot as such. It was a piece of paper that looked as if it had been torn from a notebook. The family history relates that the cartoons were sent to TDFâs grandfather, Charles, each birthday when he was a small boy from his uncle David. Charles had a Cairn terrier and there is a little sketch of the dog in each of the cartoons.â
She pushes one across the table.
âDavid sent sketches to his own son, George, and to other members of his family when he was working abroad but only Charlesâs cartoons had the dog. It was like a signature, a code between them.â
Claude draws the cartoon towards him. There is the dog: eyes bright, ears cocked. In one sketch he is lifting his leg and a small puddle is forming. Claude gives an amused snort.
âThey are very charming.â
âYes. Delightful. Except that the implication is that David is writing to his son and not his nephew. He writes that it is very hard not to admit the truth and that he hadnât imagined how difficult it would be not to be able to acknowledge Charles as his son. TDF was intrigued. He checked all the cartoons and found several other pieces of paper. On one of them David writes that they are like letters in a bottle cast into the sea hoping that someone will find them and discover the truth; that he, not his brother, Thomas, was Charlesâs father and that some kind of restitution be made.â
âBut nobody had found them? Not before TDF?â
Evie shakes her head. âIf the papers had been found they would almost certainly have been destroyed.â
Claude is puzzled. âBut why? Surely thereâs no great harm even if itâs true, is there? It was all a long time ago. So David, apparently, had an affair with his sister-in-law. Itâs not unknown. What does he mean by restitution?â
Evie leans forward. âThink about it, Claude. Apart from the scandal it would have caused at the time it means that, if itâs true, then Charles shouldnât have inherited when his father died. He was illegitimate. The estate should have gone to Thomasâs brother, David, if he were still alive, or to Davidâs own son, George, who was older than Charles.â
âGood God! You mean that technically ⦠Bloody hell.â
âThe estate should have come down on Davidâs side to George. Thomas had no other children. TDF checked back through the family records. David died first of some disease he picked up abroad. At that point his son, George, was the legitimate heir. But when Thomas died everything was left to Charles.â
âBut how serious is this stuff? I mean, can you really believe these letters? Maybe he was just a bitter younger brother.â
âTDF believed them to be genuine. And he believed that it was true that Charles was Davidâs son. Thomas was often abroad on business and there was a kind of family rumour that his wife was much too friendly