when did it go wrong? Was he aware of your marriage? Perhaps he even arranged it? He seems to have arranged everything else about your life.""I haven't seen him for a long time, I swear I haven't.""But why not? If, as you have taken pains to describe to me, you had a very special and very luxurious life together, what happened for you to marry someone else?"Anna tapped Cunningham's arm and she leaned close; they whispered together, and then Anna took out her report of when Julia had broken down at her home when Anna had interviewed her very early in the investigation. Julia began to twist her ankle around again, then tapped her foot as Cunningham read Anna's report."I am waiting for you to answer, Mrs. Brandon. I need to know exactly when you last saw Mr. Collingwood.""He had another woman.""I'm sorry?""I said, he had another woman. She'd moved into the house in St. John's Wood."Cunningham sighed and glanced to Anna. "When was this, Julia?""Years ago, whilst I was living in the Mews. He told me he was abroad, but I think he had been living at the house all the time. I couldn't tell you how long, but he had this woman, and I knew she had been living there.""Did you find out who it was?"Julia was now leaning forward, wrapping her arms around herself. "I couldn't believe it, but when I confronted him about it, he admitted it. We had this terrible argument.""Was this before you conceived your children?""Yes! I threatened to leave him and, to make up for betraying me, he said he had put a lot of money into my account. He said that he had been very stressed because of some business transactions, that he needed me even more to divert funds. He said the house in St. John's Wood was mine, but I was very upset and angry. Then he said he wanted me to have children. I said before, that it was probably to keep me bound to him. I went along with it, but things were never the same between us. I was so hurt.""Did he continue seeing this other woman?"Julia wouldn't look up. "He disappeared again—said he had suffered huge losses. Some bank had collapsed.""Would that be BCCI?""I can't remember. I had my hands full with the first baby. I suffered from terrible postnatal depression. And I was obviously suspicious of him.""Because of this other woman?""Yes!""And you never discovered who she was?"Julia's lips tightened, and she began rocking again. "I knew, I knew, but I wouldn't face it.""So you did know who she was?""Yes! I'm not dumb, I put two and two together; it was a painting."Cunningham leaned back in her chair as if this was going nowhere, but now Anna spoke up. "Was it a painting of a yacht?"Julia looked in surprise at Anna, but made no reply. There was a long pause and, at last, Fagan seemed to feel he should inteiject."What painting are you referring to,Julia?""I was feeling so wretched, you know, with a new baby, and I had never asked her for anything, ever. She'd got married and had moved with her husband to this farmhouse, so I packed a case and drove to Oxfordshire. The place was hideous, falling down, damp, and the spare bedroom was so small I couldn't breathe. I hated it, and I was very obviously not welcome. I was no sooner there than I wanted to leave, and then I saw the painting.""At the farmhouse," Anna said quietly."Yes. As soon as I saw it, I put two and two together, and I knew."Anna continued. "So you discovered that the other woman, the woman who had been living at your house in St. John's Wood, and in fact driven you away, was your sister?"Cunningham glanced at Anna; she hadn't put it together."Yes,"Julia hissed."Did you confront her?""No. I fucked her husband and left. I lied to you about the IVF. I only had it the once; my second baby is her husband's. I didn't even think I was pregnant. If I'd known about it earlier, I wouldn't have had it, but it was too late for an abortion. I told Anthony that it was IVF again, and he accepted it.""Did you ever tell your sister?""No, I don't speak to her. It was after I had the baby I decided that I had taken enough, all his lies, and that's when I sold the house." Julia sighed, really tired now. She had been interviewed for a long time, but it wasn't over. She asked for some water, and was handed a beaker and a plastic water bottle; she unscrewed the cap and drank from the bottle."I contacted David Rushton; it was luck, really. I had no idea who to turn to and it was my hairdresser who told me she'd had problems with tax, or something, and had this wonderful accountant. So I went to see him. He handled the sale of the house.""For how much?""Eight million. He arranged a deposit account, and then organized the Wimbledon property.""And the other accounts?""Well, when he knew I had access to so much, he started to say I had to really protect it—you know, start to make it earn more money for me. So he opened all these offshore accounts, and arranged various investments, making sure that I lived off an allowance. I needed a lot of money to refurbish the Wimbledon property and furnish it."