Memories of Midnight (5 page)

'Costa It was his wife's voice Melina walked into the library.

Constantin Demiris was married to Melina Lambrou, an attractive woman from an old, aristocratic Greek family. She was tall and regal-looking, with an innate dignity "* 'Costa, who is the woman I saw in the hall?' Her voice was !^ tense |( The question caught him off-guard. 'What? Oh. She's a friend V of a business associate,' Demiris said. 'She's going to work for 1 me in London.' -u 'I caught a glimpse of her. She reminds me of someone.' 'Really?' 'Yes.' Melina hesitated. 'She reminds me of the wife of the I pilot who used to work for you. But that's impossible, of course, him They murdered her.' 'Yes,' Constantin Demiris agreed. 'They murdered her.' He watched Melina as she walked away. He would have to be ( careful. Melina was no fool. / never should have married her, Demiris thought. It was a bad mistake . . .

Ten years earlier, the wedding of Melina Lambrou and Constantin Demiris had sent shock waves through business and social circles from Athens to the Riviera to Newport. What had made it so titillating was that only one month before the wedding the bride had been engaged to marry another man As a child, Melina Lambrou had dismayed her family by her willfulness. When she was ten, she decided she wanted to be a sailor. The family chauffeur found her at the harbor, trying to sneak aboard a ship, and brought her home in disgrace. At twelve, she tried to run away with a travelling circus By the time Melina was seventeen, she was resigned to her fate she was beautiful, fabulously wealthy and the daughter of Mihalis Lambrou. The newspapers loved to write about her. She was a fairy-tale figure whose playmates were princesses and princes, and through it all, by some miracle, Melina had managed to remain unspoiled. Melina had one brother, Spyros, who was ten years older than she, and they adored each other. Their parents had died in a boating accident when Melina was thirteen, and it was Spyros who had reared her Spyros was extremely protective of her too much so, Melina thought. As Melina reached her late teens, Spyros became even more wary about Melina's suitors, and he carefully examined each candidate for his sister's hand. Not one of them proved to be good enough 'You have to be careful,' he constantly counseled Melina 'You're a target for every fortune hunter in the world. You're young and rich and beautiful, and you bear a famous name.' 'Bravo, my dear brother. That will be of immense comfort to me, when I'm eighty years old and die an old maid.' 'Don't worry, Melina. The right man will come along.'

His name was Count Vassilis Manos, and he was in his middle forties, a successful businessman from an old and distinguished Greek family. The Count had fallen instantly in love with the beautiful young Melina. His proposal came only a few weeks after they met 'He's perfect for you,' Spyros said happily. 'Manos has his feet on the ground, and he's crazy about you.' Melina was less enthusiastic. 'He's not exciting, Spyros When we're together, all he talks about is business, business, business I wish he were more more romantic.' Her brother said firmly, 'There's more to marriage than romance You want a husband who is solid and stable, someone who will devote himself to you.' And finally Melina was persuaded to accept Count Manos' proposal The Count was thrilled. 'You've made me the happiest man in the world,' he declared. 'I've just formed a new company. I'm going to name it Melina International.'

She would have preferred a dozen roses. The wedding date was set, one thousand invitations were sent out, and elaborate plans were made.

It was then that Constantin Demiris entered Melina Lambrou's life They met at one of the dozen or so engagement parties that were being given for the betrothed pair The hostess introduced them. This is Melina Lambrou -Constantin Demiris/ Demiris stared at her with his brooding black eyes. 'How long will they let you stay?' he asked 'I beg your pardon?' 'Surely you've been sent from the heavens to teach us mortals what beauty is.' ,|' Melina laughed. 'You're very flattering, Mr Demiris.' ?,> He shook his head. 'You're beyond flattery. Nothing I could 'I say would do you justice.' *f' At that moment Count Manos approached and interrupted one, the conversation That night, just before falling asleep, Melina thought about a Demiris. She had heard about him, of course. He was wealthy, he was a widower, and he had the reputation of being a ruthless businessman and a compulsive womanizer. I'm glad I'm not involved with him, Melina thought The gods were laughing.

The morning after the party, Melina's butler walked into the breakfast room. 'A package has arrived for you, Miss Lambrou It was delivered by Mr Demiris' chauffeur.' 'Bring it in, please.' So Constantin Demiris thinks he's going to impress me with his wealth. Well, he's in for a big disappointment. Whatever he's sent . . . whether it's an expensive piece of jewelry, or some priceless antique . . . I'm going to send it right back to him The package was small and oblong, and beautifully wrapped.

Curious, Melina opened it. The card read, simply: 'I thought you might enjoy this. Constantin.' It was a leather-bound copy of Toda Raba by Nikos Kazantzakis, her favorite author. How could he have known? Melina wrote a polite thank-you note, and thought: That's that The following morning, another package arrived. This time it was a recording by Delius, her favorite composer. The note read: 'You might enjoy listening to this while reading Toda Raba: From that day on there were gifts every day. Her favorite flowers, and perfume, and music, and books. Constantin Demiris had taken the trouble to find out what Melina's tastes were, and she could not help but be flattered by his attention When Melina telephoned to thank Demiris, he said: 'There's nothing I could ever give you that would do you justice.' How many women had he said that to before 'Will you have lunch with me, Melina?' She started to say no, and then thought: // can't hurt to have lunch with the man. He's been very thoughtful 'Very well.' When she mentioned to Count Manos that she was having lunch with Constantin Demiris he objected 'What's the point, my dear? You have nothing in common with that terrible man. Why are you going to see him?' 'Vassilis, he's been sending me little gifts every day. I'm going to tell him to stop.' And even as Melina said it, she thought: / could have told him that over the telephone.

Constantin Demiris had made reservations at the popular Floca restaurant on Panepistimiou Street and he was waiting for Melina when she arrived He rose. 'You're here. I was so afraid you might change your mind.' 'I always keep my word.' He looked at her and said solemnly: 'And I keep mine. I'm going to marry you.'

Melina shook her head, half amused, half annoyed. 'Mr Demiris, I'm engaged to marry someone else.' 'Manos?' He waved a hand in dismissal. 'He's not right for you.' 'Oh, really? And why is that?' 'I've checked on him. Insanity runs in his family, he's a hemophiliac, he's wanted by the police on a sex charge in Brussels, and he plays a dreadful game of tennis.' Melina could not help laughing. 'And you?' 'I don't play tennis.' 'I see. And that's why I should marry you?' 'No. You'll marry me because I'm going to make you the happiest woman who ever lived.' 'Mr Demiris . . .' 4i He covered her hand with his. 'Costa.' Jt j^ She withdrew her hand. 'Mr Demiris, I came here today to *t tell you that I want you to stop sending me gifts. I don't intend ') to see you again.' |) He studied her for a long moment. 'I'm sure you are not a 'a cruel person.' */ 'I hope not.' He smiled. 'Good. Then you won't want to break my heart.' 'I doubt if your heart is that easily broken. You have quite a reputation.' 'Ah, that was before I met you. I've dreamed about you for a long time.' Melina laughed Tm serious. When 1 was a very young man, I used to read about the Lambrou family. You were very rich and I was very 'him poor. I had nothing. We lived from hand to mouth. My father |r was a stevedore who worked on the docks of Piraeus. I had 'I fourteen brothers and sisters, and we had to fight for everything we wanted.' In spite of herself, she was touched. 'But now you are rich.' 'Yes. Not as rich as I am going to be.' 'What made you rich?' 'Hunger. I was always hungry. I'm still hungry.' She could read the truth in his eyes. 'How did you . . . how did you get started?' 'Do you really want to know?' And Melina found herself saying, 'I really want to know.' 'When I was seventeen, I went to work for a small oil company in the Middle East. I was not doing very well. One night I had dinner with a young geologist who worked for a large oil company. I ordered a steak that night, and he ordered only soup I asked him why he didn't have a steak, and he said it was because he had no back teeth, and he couldn't afford to buy dentures. I gave him fifty dollars to buy new teeth. A month later he telephoned me in the middle of the night to tell me he had just discovered a new oil deposit. He hadn't told his employer about it yet. In the morning, I started borrowing every cent I could, and by evening I had bought options on all the land around the new discovery. It turned out to be one of the biggest oil deposits in the world.' Melina was hanging on his every word, fascinated 'That was the beginning. I needed tankers to ship my oil in, so in time I acquired a fleet. Then a refinery. Then an airline.' He shrugged. 'It went on from there.' It was not until long after they were married that Melina learned that the story about the steak was pure fiction.

Melina Lambrou had had no intention of seeing Constantin Demiris again. But, by a series of carefully arranged coincidences, Demiris invariably managed to appear at the same party, or theater, or charity event that Melina was attending. And each time, she felt his overpowering magnetism. Beside him, Vassilis Manos seemed she hated to admit it, even to herself-boring Melina Lambrou was fond of the Flemish painters, and when Bruegel's Hunters in the Snow came on the market, before she could purchase it, Constantin Demiris sent it to her as a gift Melina was fascinated by his uncanny knowledge of her tastes 'I can't accept such an expensive gift from you,' she protested 'Ah, but it's not a gift. You must pay for it. Dinner with me tonight.'

And she had finally agreed. The man was irresistible A week later Melina broke off her engagement to Count Manos.

When Melina told her brother the news he was stunned 'Why, in heaven's name?' Spyros asked. 'Why?' 'Because I'm going to marry Constantin Demiris.' He was aghast. 'You must be crazy. You can't marry Demiris He's a monster. He'll destroy you. If . . .' 'You're wrong about him, Spyros. He's wonderful. And we're in love. It's . . .' 'You're in love,' he snapped. 'I don't know what he's after, but it has nothing to do with love. Do you know what his reputation is with women? He . . .' 'That's all in the past, Spyros. I'm going to be his wife.' And there was nothing he could do to talk his sister out of the wedding A month later Melina Lambrou and Constantin Demiris were married.

In the beginning it seemed to be a perfect marriage. Constantin was amusing and attentive. He was an exciting and passionate lover, and he constantly surprised Melina with lavish gifts and trips to exotic places On the first night of their honeymoon, he said, 'My first wife was never able to give me a child. Now we'll have many sons.' 'No daughters?' Melina teased 'If you wish. But a son first.' The day Melina learned she was pregnant, Constantin was ecstatic 'He will take over my empire,' he declared happily In her third month, Melina miscarried. Constantin Demiris was out of the country when it happened. When he returned and heard the news he reacted like a madman 'What did you do?' he screamed. 'How could it happen?' 'Costa, I . . .'

'You were careless!' 'No, I swear . . .' He took a deep breath. 'All right. What's done is done. We'll have another son.' 'I ... I can't.' She could not meet his eyes 'What are you saying?' 'They had to perform an operation. I can't have another child.' He stood there, frozen, then turned and stalked out without a word From that moment on, Melina's life became a hell. Constantin Demiris carried on as though his wife had deliberately killed his son. He ignored her, and began seeing other women. Melina could have borne that, but what made the humiliation so painful was the pleasure he took in publicly flaunting his liaisons. He openly had affairs with movie stars, opera singers, and the wives of some of his friends. He took his lovers to Psara and on cruises on his yacht, and to public functions The press gleefully chronicled Constantin Demiris' romantic adventures.

They were at a dinner party at the house of a prominent banker 'You and Melina must come,' the banker had said. 'I have a new Oriental chef who makes the best Chinese food in the world.' The guest list was prestigious. At the dinner table was a fascinating collection of artists, politicians and industrialists. The food was indeed wonderful. The chef had prepared shark-fin soup, shrimp rolls, mu shu pork, Peking duck, spareribs, Canton noodles and a dozen other dishes Melina was seated near the host, at one end of the table, her husband next to the hostess at the other end. To Demiris' right was a pretty young film star. Demiris was concentrating on her, ignoring everyone else at the table. Melina could hear snatches of his conversation 'When you finish your picture, you must come on my yacht. It will be a lovely vacation for you. We'll cruise along the Dalmatian coast . . .'

I Melina tried not to listen, but it was impossible. Demiris made no effort to keep his voice down. 'You've never been to Psara, have you? It's a lovely little island, completely isolated. You'll enjoy it.' Melina wanted to crawl under the table. But the worst was yet to comet They had just finished the sparerib course, and the butlers were bringing silver finger bowls As a finger bowl was placed in front of the young star, Demiris said, 'You won't need that.' And, grinning, he lifted her hands in his and began slowly licking the sauce from her fingers, one by one. The other guests averted their eyes Melina rose to her feet and turned to her host. 'If you'll excuse me, I -1 have a headache.' The guests watched as she fled from the room. Demiris did not come home that night, or the next When Spyros heard about the incident, he was livid. 'Just give me the word,' Melina's brother fumed, 'and I'll kill the son-ofa-bitch.' 'He can't help it,' Melina defended him. 'It's his nature.' 'His nature? He's an animal! He should be put away. Why don't you divorce him?' It was a question Melina Demiris had asked herself often in the still of the long, lonely nights she spent by herself. And it always came down to the same answer. / love him.