Daniel.
Is that correct? Daniel?' Daniel Dragonpol nodded. `Quite correct, James. I'm very sorry to have misled you, and a lot of other people.
Our family is close and proud.
Wrongly, we tried to keep David's condition hidden.' Something stirred in Bond's mind.
Daniel, he thought, sounded as though he was on autopilot.
Perhaps it was some kind of shock. He remembered Dragonpol at Schloss Drache talking about his family's pride.
`That's what I want to know about.' M had moved to the table, shoulders hunched, and his chin in his hands. `Why did nobody know that the famous David Dragonpol had an identical twin?' `Many people did know. It was a fact to everybody in Drimoleague, where we were born, and older folk in Cornwall knew. But they were also very loyal, and after a couple of years the family put it about that one of the twins had died.
Anybody who cared to take a good look through the public records-births, deaths, that sort of thing could have found out.' He paused, looking around the table, as though seeking support. `It amazed me that the fact of us being identical twins never once appeared in the Press. Later, of course, it became very useful. You see, David was born without the power of speech, and was unable to hear. He was born a deaf mute.
While I, on the other hand, was a normal little boy.
The family, being what they always were, found that facing the fact of David's huge handicap was more than they could bear. Doctors, at that time, were convinced and my family believed it that David would spend a short life within a world of his own. They regarded him as a vegetable, utterly lost to all of us. So, they did what so many old aristocratic families used to do. They covered their embarrassment by hiding it; refusing to accept it.' `So, they put him away?
Institutionalized him?' Dragonpol slowly shook his head. `No,' he said in almost a whisper. `Telling the story makes it sound like one of those old Victorian melodramas.
David became the little boy shut away in an attic: the Grace Poole of Jane Eyre or the boy Colin in The Secret Garden. He was an embarrassment, cared for by three nurses until the accident.' `Accident?' `As children, Maeve and myself were educated by a series of governesses. We moved between Ireland and Cornwall. Wherever the family went, so David was brought along. Nobody dared leave him behind. If we were in Cornwall, so was he. In Ireland, he was also there. The accident happened in Ireland when we were three years old David and I, that is. Three years old,' he repeated, as though momentarily lost.
`You would see your brother regularly?' M asked.
`Yes. Yes, I saw him, though I don't remember a great deal about it. I have a vague recollection of this other little boy who was kept apart, but most of our childhood was spent together. After the accident.
`You want to tell us about that?' M used his best interrogator's voice, as if it did not matter to him one way or the other.
Dragonpol asked if he could have a cup of coffee. More coffee was ordered, and until it arrived he simply sat there, looking sad. Bond recalled his Hamlet, and almost saw him sitting with the same melancholy look on his face. Then he realized that it had not been this man, but his brother.
When he had taken a few sips of coffee, Dragonpol started again.
`Most of what I can tell you is from family talk the family tradition, if you like. Though I do recall the sense of drama and of wonder. My life also changed after the accident.' Once more he sipped the coffee, and it was as though he were playing for time, building tension.
`We were in Ireland. At the house in Drimoleague, and a cold, stone, dreary place that was. David was kept, literally, at the top of the house. There were two attics, one on either side of a large landing, and two sets of stairs. One went right down to the front of the house, but there was a little trap door with a kind of ladder that dropped to a tiny landing with a narrow flight of stairs that went right down to the servants' quarters.
`The three nurses looked after him very well, but I can't remember this, it's what I was told later one of them had to leave. Someone sick in her family or something. David needed constant attention because he was a danger to himself. Two people were not enough to manage him. It was tiring, trying work.
`Odd, I do remember a woman's name Bella.
You don't often hear the name Bella nowadays.
Well, Bella was supposed to be on duty and she fell asleep, it appears. David somehow got to the trapdoor and the ladder contraption-it's not there now, we had it taken out years ago. He fell. What?
Twelve? Fifteen feet? Fell right on to his head. I do remember the fuss. The local doctor coming out, and I recall being told to be very quiet. Told that David was probably dying.
`But he didn't die.' M sounded as though he were accusing Daniel of some gross and terrible act. `Instead of dying, he got better, didn't he? Got completely better?' `Yes. You sound as though you know all of this.' `It's a good old Victorian novelist's plot, Mr Dragonpol.' `Maybe. But it's true. All of it's true, and, yes.
Yes, by some miracle he came out of the coma. He was unconscious for almost a week, I was told.
Yes, when he came out, he could hear, and he made noises. Within a year he could speak. Within two years he was like all other little boys. He could read, play, get into scrapes.. ` `Is there any supporting evidence of this?' `Yes. Plenty. At Schloss Drache we have letters, and our parents' diaries. I've only briefly looked at them.
I like to live with what I can remember, but Maeve's read them.' `So, suddenly, all was changed. You had a playmate. Your brother.' `We had a wonderful childhood together.
Except `Except what?' This time it was Bond's turn to sound doubtful.
`He was a little obsessive ... And he was cruel.
Very cruel.' `In what way?' `Obsessive?' `If you like, that first.
`Well, the family did not make any fuss about David and his newfound normality. They didn't even deny the stories that he was dead. In a way, I think my parents had some idea that he was not truly normal, even though they didn't say anything to suggest abnormality.
You see, David liked to work to a routine. He set himself tasks, goals, and if he did not or could not meet the goal, then he would fly into terrible rages. Later, of course, he became obsessive about being an actor. As with everything else he had to be the best actor ever.
He could not settle for second best. If something he did was not quite right, he would become uncontrollable with rage. He learned to check it in time, but in private it could be very frightening.' `So you rather played second fiddle to him?' M again.
`Very much so. He was a brilliant man. In the end, I suppose I was the only one who really knew him. He learned to control himself in public, and even among his peers, but never in front of me. I suppose I became his real keeper.
Bond remembered Carmel Chantry on the previous night `I suppose he looks on me as a sister, and, as such, I am my brother's keeper.' `And the streak of cruelty?' Daniel Dragonpol let out a long sigh. `Animals to start with. He would invent the most terrible traps and snares for animals, and revel in it when he caught one birds, squirrels, sometimes a dog or cat. They were like old-fashioned man traps.
Awful things, which caused distress and pain, but usually did not kill the creatures.' Another pause.
`He would do that. He would kill them.
`And eventually, the animals became human beings?' `Yes, something like that. With the traps, he became elated while he was designing them. The actual catch was something he looked forward to.
But the killing? Well, that seemed to be nothing.' `But, eventually, the animals became people?' M repeated.
`I've told you. Yes.' Sharp, on the brink of anger. `Yes. He killed people. But that only happened recently.' He closed his eyes, shook his head. Then, softly, `I think it was only recently.
There might have been something during the height of his success.
I know of one actor and a theatre technician who died by accident while working with him. Those accidents could have been planned traps.
But I really believe all the rages, the obsessions, and the cruelty were mainly contained by the brilliance of his career, because he was bloody brilliant.' He stared about him, as though challenging them.
`Oh, he was bloody all right. Yes, bloody brilliant,' M snapped.
`Your problem, Daniel, is that you knew. You knew what he was up to, and you said nothing. You reported nothing.' `I know. I take full responsibility for it. They'll probably lock me up`And throw away the key, I hope.' M
