Part 4 (1/2)

The new Earl bowed to Sir William and silently withdrew; and at the closing of the door, Isobel started and looked about her.

”I fear I have presumed upon your attention, my lady,” Sir William said, and rose from his chair. ”It is unjust to tax the patience of so much sorrow. Please accept my apologies and my adieux” adieux”

”Indeed, Sir William, you do not presume. It is I who must be faulted for calling you here so precipitately, and then lacking the courage to speak.”

”Is there some trouble in train, my lady?”

Isobel's beautiful eyes fixed upon the magistrate's shrewd ones, and she studied his countenance thoughtfully. Then she turned to me without a word in reply. ”Jane,” she said, ”I would speak with you.”

I followed her into the hall, where lately her husband's body had lain; the scent of dying flowers and beeswax hung heavy in the air.

”Since you are so well acquainted with the magistrate,” Isobel began, in a nervous accent, ”could not you you impart to him some sense of what has occurred? I should feel easier in my mind if one who knew his character were to speak with him; for I confess he is a stranger to me, Jane.” impart to him some sense of what has occurred? I should feel easier in my mind if one who knew his character were to speak with him; for I confess he is a stranger to me, Jane.”

”But of course, Isobel,” I said, reaching for her hand. I was shocked to find it remarkably chill. ”I shall make a show of returning with him to Scargrave Close in his carriage, the better to pay my respects to Lady Reynolds.”

”Oh, Jane!” Isobel cried, her eyes filling with tears, ”and in such weather!” She cast her gaze upon the window's bleak prospect of snow. ”You are very good to me.”

”How is it possible to be otherwise?” I replied, and squeezed her cold fingers affectionately. ”Do not trouble about a little wind and wet, Isobel. You may consider the matter as settled.”

EVENTS FELL OUT AS I HAD DESIGNED, AND WE WERE NOT three minutes under way in Sir William's comfortable chariot, the snow still falling softly about the lanterns that had been lit against the gathering dark, when he cleared his throat and embarked upon a subject of pressing concern to us both. three minutes under way in Sir William's comfortable chariot, the snow still falling softly about the lanterns that had been lit against the gathering dark, when he cleared his throat and embarked upon a subject of pressing concern to us both.

”Now, my Jane, perhaps you may tell me why the Countess summoned an old man out in such weather, and then escaped to her room with barely a word? I should almost believe her note of yesterday a subterfuge of your own, for renewing old acquaintance!”

”Indeed, sir, there was a darker purpose, and though I intend no dishonour to Lady Reynolds in avowing it, I should not be calling at your home this evening were I not charged with revealing it.”

”Ah! The matter gains in interest,” the magistrate said, his satisfaction in his voice. ”Speak!”

I handed him the maid Marguerite's piece of foolscap, and let the ill-written words speak in my stead.

Sir William rummaged among the pockets of his greatcoat for some spectacles, and took a moment to settle them on his nose. In the darkness of the chariot's interior, his eyes strained to make sense of the handwriting. ”Very curious,” he said, after several moments' silent perusal. ”When was this received?”

”Yesterday.”

”Have you an idea of the author?”

”We believe it to be Isobel's maid, a Creole girl by the name of Marguerite. She has decamped, and cannot be found, though Isobel sent some trusty fellows in pursuit when her absence was discovered last night.”

”And so the Countess is become afraid,” Sir William said slowly, ”that the evil tongue of rumour is unleashed upon the land. A nasty business for one so shortly married.”

”Or so recently widowed. She feels it most acutely,” I said, ”and would have a stop to such vicious talk.”

”There are two accusations contained herein,” Sir William said bemusedly, ”that she has taken a lover among the peerage, and that she has done away with her husband, with or without her lover's help. One would think there could hardly have been time for all that-she's not many days returned from her wedding trip, I believe?”

”But a fortnight.”

”And so the gentleman must have been in her acquaintance before the wedding, and thrown in her way once again upon her return. There cannot be many such fellows in Scargrave, beyond the family itself.” And with this last, Sir William appeared to have heard the sense of his words for the first time, and was lost in painful speculation. There was but one lord among the Scargrave family now that the Seventh Earl was dead, and so the magistrate took Marguerite's meaning.

”Dear, dear,” Sir William said, turning his gaze once more upon the note, ”this does does put a rather nasty complexion upon it.” put a rather nasty complexion upon it.”

”Marguerite would have us look to a lord, but does not tell us which,” I said. ”She might as well intend Lord Harold as Lord Payne.”

”Lord Scargrave, you mean; for so we must call him, from this day forward. But tell me of Trowbridge-is he a near acquaintance of the late Earl?”

”A very recent acquaintance, I believe.”

”And yet he remains in the household, when all but those with a special claim on the affections of the family, such as yourself, should long since have left. It is like a man of his cheek.”

”It is very singular,” I said, with feeling; I could see no reason for Trowbridge's continued presence at Scargrave, and found him a burden on the entire household.

”Indeed,” said Sir William. ”But Trowbridge is a singular fellow. More than once he has pulled the wool over the Crown's eyes in the matter of some sugar duties on his West Indies imports. When last I heard, he was backing opium runners trading for tea in the South China Sea. I should not have thought to find him in Scargrave, and at such a time; I have long thought death to be the only thing the man fears. And what do you surmise is his motive for such indelicacy?”

”I had understood him to be awaiting the Countess's disposition of some business matters.”

”So it is the Countess Countess who is acquainted with Lord Harold. And as a business partner, too. That who is acquainted with Lord Harold. And as a business partner, too. That does does give one pause.” give one pause.”

”I believe the term partner partner to be inaccurately applied, Sir William,” I said sharply. ”Lord Harold merely seeks the Countess's interest, but he is very far from securing it.” to be inaccurately applied, Sir William,” I said sharply. ”Lord Harold merely seeks the Countess's interest, but he is very far from securing it.”

Sir William peered at me narrowly, but deigned not to comment. He tapped the poisonous letter and pursed his lips. ”If Lord Harold is the man, we must ask what the maid might know of her mistress's business. A great deal, or a very little, depending upon the character of the maid. What think you, Jane?”

”That Marguerite has formed a tissue of lies,” I replied, with more stoutness than I felt. A clergyman's daughter may use wit at times, and candour whenever possible, but conscious deceit is more likely to fail her.

”And to what purpose?”

”With the intent of extorting payment for her silence.”

”I see no request for sovereigns here,” Sir William said.

”I should be very much surprised if that does not appear in the next letter.”

”The one I am intended to receive?”

”So we are told.”

”Not a very intelligent course, surely? For / cannot be expected to pay her.”

”She is a very foolish girl,” I finished lamely.

”Aha. So you say,” the magistrate muttered dubiously, and folded the paper away in his waistcoat. ”You were present at the Earl's death, I believe?”

”Not at the moment of his pa.s.sing, but I observed some part of his illness.”

”And what did you conclude?”

I hesitated, and the pause revealed me as less certain of matters than I would wish.

”Come, come, Jane!” Sir William chided. ”You are not a blus.h.i.+ng girl, given to airs and sighs; you have your wits about you, as I've always approved, and are readier than any I know to form a judgment when the facts stare you in the face. Was it a death you could ascribe to natural causes?” ”In truth, sir, I must own it was not, though the physician would have it otherwise,” I told him. ”The violence of the Earl's illness was Such as I had never witnessed, except under the influence of a deadly purgative.”