Mightier Than the Sword

“Well, it was most illuminating. It seems that Bingham’s Fish Paste is valued at around fifteen million, with no debts and healthy cash reserves.”

“But if I left Robert, I wouldn’t want anything to do with the company.”

“You wouldn’t have to have anything to do with it. Mablethorpe Hall, The Boltons, and your villa in the South of France, not to mention the three million sitting in the company’s bank account, would still be less than fifty percent of what he’s worth. And fifty percent is what you could expect after twenty-six years of marriage and a son you virtually brought up on your own because of all those hours your husband spent away from home, pursuing his career.”

“How do you know there’s three million in the company’s account?”

“It’s listed for anyone to see at Companies House. £3,142,900 to be exact.”

“I had no idea.”

“Still, whatever you decide, my darling, I’ll always be here to support you.”

*   *   *

Even Virginia was surprised to receive a tearful call from Mablethorpe Hall on the following Friday.

“I’m so lonely,” Priscilla moaned, “and there’s just nothing for me to do up here.”

“Then why don’t you come down to London and visit me for a few days, darling? Bofie Bridgwater was only asking me yesterday when you were expected back in town.”

When Priscilla turned up on Virginia’s doorstep the following afternoon, the first thing she said was, “Do you know a good divorce lawyer?”

“The best,” Virginia replied. “After all, she’s acted for me on two occasions.”

Twenty-two days later, Robert Bingham was served with a divorce writ. But Major Fisher still didn’t get his bonus.

*   *   *

Everyone rose as Mrs. Justice Havers entered the courtroom. The judge took her place and peered down at the two warring parties. She had read both submissions carefully and, after a thousand divorces, knew exactly what she was looking for.

“Mrs. Everitt.”

Priscilla’s counsel immediately rose from her place. “My lady,” she said.

“I understand that a settlement has been reached between the two parties, and I wonder if you’d be kind enough to outline the terms for me.”

“Certainly, my lady. In this case I represent the plaintiff, Mrs. Priscilla Bingham, while my learned friend Mr. Brooke represents the defendant, Mr. Robert Bingham. My lady, Mrs. Bingham, has been married to the defendant for the past twenty-six years. During that time, she has been a faithful, loyal, and dutiful wife. She bore a son, Clive, who, because of her husband’s various business commitments, she had to raise virtually single-handed.”

“With the help of a nanny, a cook, a maid, and a cleaner,” whispered Bob, which his counsel duly noted.

“Even during the school holidays, my lady, it was rare for Mr. Bingham to spend more than a week with his wife and child, always wanting to get back to his factory in Grimsby. We are therefore proposing,” continued learned counsel, “that Mrs. Bingham should retain the family home in which she has lived for the past twenty-six years, along with the house in London, and the villa near Cap Ferrat in the South of France, where she and her son always spent the long summer vacation together. Mrs. Bingham would also ask the court for the sum of three million pounds in order that she can maintain the three houses and continue to live in a style to which she has grown accustomed. I should point out, my lady, that this is far less than fifty percent of Mr. Bingham’s considerable fortune.” Mrs. Everitt sat down.

“And is Mr. Bingham agreeable to these terms, Mr. Brooke?”

Robert’s attorney rose slowly to his feet, tugged the lapels of his gown, and said, “Indeed, my lady. Mr. Bingham will retain the family company, Bingham’s Fish Paste, which was founded by his grandfather over a hundred years ago. He makes no other demands.”

“So be it,” said the judge, “but before final settlement is agreed, I always like both parties to confirm they are satisfied with the division, so there can be no recriminations at some later date, or any suggestion that they didn’t fully understand what had been proposed. Mr. Bingham—” Robert’s counsel nudged him and Bob jumped up. “Are you satisfied with this division of your goods and chattels?”

“I am, my lady.”

“Thank you, Mr. Bingham.” Turning her attention to the other side of the courtroom, the judge asked Mrs. Bingham the same question.

Priscilla rose to her feet, smiled up at the judge, and said, “I am satisfied. Indeed, I am happy for my ex-husband to select whichever of the two packages he would prefer.”

“How very magnanimous of you,” declared the judge, as consternation appeared on the faces of both counsel, who had been quite unprepared for this unrehearsed intervention. Although it would surely make no difference to the outcome, counsel never likes to be taken by surprise.

“Then I will put the question to Mr. Bingham once again,” said the judge. “But as it deserves careful consideration, I will allow Mr. Bingham to consider his position overnight. Court is adjourned until ten a.m. tomorrow.”