To begin with, the spade sliced easily through the soft, moist earth on the surface. But the deeper Alex dug, the harder the earth became. The roots were unusually thick and deeply anchored for a rose – even an old rose. As Vicky levered up the big root ball with her shovel, Alex gradually wrapped the sheet of burlap around the ball, securing it with twine around the main cane just above the crown. At times, his face was perilously close to the dense red thorns bristling on the branching canes. Seen from inches away, they took on a vaguely menacing beauty.
They stood back for a moment, gawking at the cavernous hole that remained. Asp seized the moment to jump into it and start burrowing madly, determined to make it even deeper. Shooing him out, Alex filled it in and raked the surface smooth. With Alex and Vicky on either side, their hands under the root ball, they heaved Sapphire on to the waiting wheelbarrow. Alex figured that the sack held close to a hundred pounds of soil. With a lot of grunting, they hoisted it into the back of the van. Resting on a shallow box filled with small wood chips, it was tied on either side to the slats on the inside walls to make doubly sure there was no movement. Satisfied that Sapphire would enjoy the trip in comfort they walked up to the house to say goodbye to Kate.
‘Be careful while we’re gone,’ Alex said, giving Kate a hug. ‘If that American chap–’
‘Alex, please don’t worry. In another fifteen minutes, I’m going to the shop. I’ll be there all day. I’m staying with Peg and Stuart tonight – then back at the shop tomorrow. I’d call that pretty safe, wouldn’t you?’
After promises to phone, they debated briefly whether Asp should stay with Kate or go with Alex and Vicky. While Kate often took him to the shop, she was reluctant to take him to Peg’s house overnight. Looking at him across the courtyard, sitting in the cab of the van, with his little red tongue bobbing in and out, they decided that he would enjoy the trip to Shropshire.
As they turned out of the drive on to the road, Alex adjusted the rear view mirror. In it, he could see Kate, still waving.
‘We’d best take it nice and easy, Alex,’ Vicky said. ‘The less trauma the better. Besides, I don’t think this old van is used to marathon drives.’
Alex laughed. ‘Frankly I’m not sure, after all that wine last night, whether I’m up for a long drive either.’
Unnoticed by Alex, a dark-coloured BMW pulled on to the road behind them.
The journey was uneventful. They arrived at Aunt Nell’s house in the late afternoon. It was located out of sight from the road, at the end of a narrow curving lane. Clumps of grass in the middle of the lane indicated that few cars had passed over it for some time. The hedge on either side was tall and overgrown. Prickly, snaking canes of dog rose and blackberry clawed against the van as they passed. Alex parked the van on a gravel patch under an old apple tree. Asp leaped out of Alex’s door and was already off exploring, sniffing up and down the hedgerow, as they both got out to give Sapphire a quick check. The rose appeared to be none the worse for the journey.
As they approached Nell’s modest two-storey brick Victorian house, Alex stopped to peer over a side gate. All he could see was a tangled mess of dense foliage that had once been a garden. ‘You’re right Vicky. They’ll have a bloody hard time finding Sapphire here,’ he said.
A diminutive white-haired woman stood at the open front door. ‘Hello, Vicky,’ she said with an affectionate smile. Then she half turned to Alex. ‘You must be Alex,’ she added.
With her snowy hair tied in an unruly bun, periwinkle-blue eyes, ruddy cheeks and floral print frock, she was the quintessential aunt. Right out of Central Casting, thought Alex.
‘That’s me,’ he said, returning her smile. ‘Pleasure to meet you, Aunt Nell.’
‘I would imagine you both must be ready for a grownup’s drink.’
Alex knew immediately that he would get on famously with her.
A few minutes later, they sat in her small parlour in comfortable wicker chairs warmed by an aromatic wood fire crackling in the hearth. Alex had opted for scotch, not knowing that Aunt Nell poured it like lemonade. She and Vicky had settled for tea.
Aunt Nell poked a log in the inglenook fireplace, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney. ‘What’s all this hush-hush stuff about then, Vicky?’ she asked, blithely.
‘Sorry I couldn’t tell you too much on the phone. The upshot is that Alex here, and his wife, Kate, discovered this rare type of rose on their property. We have it in the back of the van. There’s a big chance that it could be quite valuable.’
‘My heavens! All this fuss over a rose. What makes it so special?’ Aunt Nell peered at Alex over the top of her bifocals.
‘Only one thing, actually, Nell. The rose is an unusual colour. There’s never been one like it before. Ever.’
‘It’s sort of a botanical aberration,’ Alex said.
Nell gave him a quizzical look.
‘A freak of nature,’ Vicky chimed in. ‘We know that people in the business are desperate to get their hands on it. In fact, the word is already out. The people advising Alex and Kate have warned them to be careful.’
‘My goodness, how exciting,’ said Nell, her eyes twinkling away.
‘That’s why we thought of your garden, Auntie. We decided, on their recommendation, to hide the rose for a while – at least until we decide what to do with it. Only the three of us, Kate and a professor, will know where the rose is hidden. By the way, we’ve nicknamed the rose Sapphire.’
Nell raised her eyebrows. ‘A blue rose?’
‘Yes, believe it or not, that’s what it is,’ Vicky said.
‘My goodness gracious, I suppose that is a trifle unusual.’
‘To say the least,’ Alex added.
‘You mentioned a professor, Vicky.’
‘Yes, a retired professor, actually. His specialty is botany – taught at Edinburgh University. He’s examined the rose and says that it’s real.’
‘How exciting,’ Nell enthused. ‘Well, it should certainly be safe here, wouldn’t you think? I hardly ever go out there any more. Only to give the birds a few crumbs now and then. Don’t know if you could see much when you drove in, but it’s an unsightly mess. We’ve never been ones for gardening. Even when Ben was alive he never took much interest. Always off down to the pub the minute he got some time off. Lord knows, Vicky, I wish I could afford a gardener but, for me, that would be a total waste of money. In any case it’s hard to find chaps who want to work at it these days – everybody’s so lazy and unreliable. Have to watch ’em like a hawk,’ she chortled.
Vicky got up and put her cup and saucer on the tray. ‘We don’t expect the rose to be here long. When this is all over, I’ll come down and give you a hand. At least tidy the garden up a bit. You might enjoy it out there in the summer. I’m sure Alex and Kate would love to come and see you too.’
‘You’ll like Kate a lot,’ said Alex, starting to feel the effect of the king-size scotch. ‘I’ll come back any time you’ll have me.’
‘Well, you leave Spitfire, or whatever her name is, out there as long as you please, dear. You must be jolly hungry after that long drive. Will Cornish pasties be all right? Made them this morning. You look as if you’re ready for another one,’ she said with a knowing grin, grabbing Alex’s glass out of his hand before he had a chance to decline.
‘Spitfire,’ said Alex after she’d left the room. ‘That’s funny. It may turn out to be more appropriate than Sapphire.’