“And you let him?”
“At first I didn’t even know what he was doing: I had other calls on my attention. I was getting richer by the hour, it seemed. I had houses, land, art, women. It was easy to forget that he was always there, watching; living by proxy.
“Then in 1959 I married Evangeline. We had a wedding that would have shamed royalty: it was written up in newspapers from here to Hong Kong. Wealth and Influence marries Intelligence and Beauty: it was the ideal match. It crowned my happiness, it really did.”
“You were in love.”
“It was impossible not to love Evangeline. I think”-he sounded surprised as he spoke-“I think she even loved me.”
“What did she make of Mamoulian?”
“Ah, there’s the rub,” he said. “She loathed him from the start. She said he was too puritanical; that his presence made her feel perpetually guilty. And she was right. He loathed the body; its functions disgusted him. But he couldn’t be free of it, or its appetites. That was a torment to him. And as time went by that streak of self-hatred worsened.”
“Because of her?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps. Now I think back, he probably wanted her, the way he’d wanted beauties in the past. And of course she despised him, right from the beginning. Once she was mistress of the house this war of nerves just escalated. Eventually she told me to get rid of him. This was just after Carys was born. She said she didn’t like him handling the baby-which he seemed to like to do. She just didn’t want him in the house. I’d known him two decades by now-he’d lived in my house, he’d shared my life-and I realized I knew nothing about him. He was still the mythical card-player I’d met in Warsaw.”
“Did you ever ask him?”
“Ask him what?”
“Who he was? Where he came from? How he got his skills?”
“Oh, yes, I asked him. On each occasion the answer was a little different from the time before.”
“So he was lying to you?”
“Quite blatantly. It was a sort of joke, I think: his idea of a party piece, never to be the same person twice. As if he didn’t quite exist. As if this man called Mamoulian was a construction, covering something else altogether.”
“What?”
Whitehead shrugged. “I don’t know. Evangeline used to say: he’s empty. That was what she found foul about him. It wasn’t his presence in the house that distressed her, it was his absence, the nullity of him. And I began to think maybe I’d be better getting rid of him, for Evangeline’s sake. All the lessons he had to teach me I’d learned. I didn’t need him anymore.
“Besides, he’d become a social embarrassment. God, when I think back I wonder-I really wonder-how we let him rule us for so long. He’d sit at the dinner table and you could feel the spell of depression he’d cast on the guests. And the older he got the more his talk was all futility.
“Not that he visibly aged; he didn’t. He doesn’t look a year older now than when I first met him.”
“No change at all?”
“Not physically. There’s something altered maybe. He’s got an air of defeat about him now.”
“He didn’t seem defeated to me.”
“You should have seen him in his prime. He was terrifying then, believe me. People would fall silent when he stepped through the door: he seemed to soak up the joy in anyone; kill it on the spot. It got to the point where Evangeline couldn’t bear to be in the same room with him. She got paranoid about him plotting to kill her and the child. She had somebody sit with Carys every night, to make certain that he didn’t touch her. Come to think of it, it was Evangeline who first coaxed me into buying the dogs. She knew he had an abhorrence of them.”
“But you didn’t do as she asked? I mean, you didn’t throw him out.”
“Oh, I knew I’d have to act sooner or later; I just lacked the balls to do it. Then he started petty power games, just to prove I still needed him. It was a tactical error. The novelty value of an in-house puritan had worn very thin. I told him so. Told him he’d have to change his whole demeanor or go. He refused, of course. I knew he would. All I wanted was an excuse to break our association off, and he gave it to me on a plate. Looking back, of course, I realize he knew damn well what I was doing. Anyway, the upshot was-I threw him out. Well, not me personally. Toy did the deed.”