want to take.â
Andrea floated back to her desk, hydroplaning on relief and pride. She had kicked ass, just as Pete Brook said. His look of gratitude was genuine, and so was his praise afterward; there was no doubt about that.
âAndrea Bancroft,â she said into the handset.
âMy name is Horace Linville,â said the man who called, needlessly. That much was on the call slip. âIâm an attorney with the Bancroft Foundation.â
All at once Andrea felt herself wilting. âAnd what can I do for you, Mr. Linville?â she said without warmth.
âWellâ¦â The lawyer paused. âMostly itâs about what we can do for you.â
âIâm afraid Iâm not interested,â Andrea replied, almost testily.
âI donât know if youâre aware that a cousin of yours, Ralph Bancroft, recently passed away,â Linville persisted.
âI wasnât,â Andrea replied, her voice softening. âIâm sorry to hear that.â Ralph Bancroft? The name was only vaguely familiar.
âThereâs a bequest,â he said. âOf a sort. Triggered by his death. Youâd be the recipient.â
âHe left me money?â The lawyerâs elliptical formulations were beginning to irritate her.
Linville paused. âThe family trusts are quite intricate, as Iâm sure you appreciate.â He paused again, and then lurched into an elaboration, as if aware that what he said might have been taken the wrong way. âRalph Bancroft had been a member of the foundation trustees, and his passing leaves a vacancy. The charter specifies eligibility, and the percentage of members that must belong to the Bancroft family.â
âI donât consider myself a Bancroft, really.â
âYouâre a trained historian, no? Youâll want to be fully informed of the antecedent circumstances before you make any final decisions. But Iâm afraid weâre on a very tight schedule here. Iâd like to drop by and present these details to you formally and in person. Apologies for the short notice, but itâs an unusual situation, as youâll see. I can come to your house at half-past six.â
âFine,â Andrea said, her voice hollow. âThatâs fine.â
Horace Linville turned out to be a wren-drab man with a pear-shaped head, sharp features, and an unfortunate ratio of scalp tohair. A driver had taken him to Andrea Bancroftâs modest Cape Codâstyle house in the Connecticut town of Carlyle, and waited outside as he entered. Linville brought with him a metal-sided briefcase with a combination lock. Andrea led him into the living room and noticed that he glanced at the seat of the armchair before sitting on it, as if examining it for cat hairs.
His presence made her feel oddly self-conscious about her home, a place she had on a twelve-month rental, in a not-so-expensive neighborhood of a generally somewhat pricey town. Carlyle was one or two train stops too far from Manhattan on Metro North to make it a proper bedroom community, but some of its inhabitants did the commute. She had always taken some measure of pride in her Carlyle address. Now she thought about what her place must seem like to someone from the Bancroft Foundation. It must seemâ¦small.
âLike I said, Mr. Linville, I donât really consider myself a Bancroft.â She had seated herself on the sofa, at the other side of the coffee table.
âThatâs not quite to the point. By the foundationâs guidelines and charter, a Bancroft is exactly what you are. And with Ralph Bancroftâs passingâwith the departure of any member of the boardâa series of eventualities are triggered. Thereâs aâ¦disbursement that accompanies this responsibility. A bequest, if you like. Thatâs how itâs always been done at the foundation.â
âLetâs put history aside. I work in finance, as you know. We like
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