Too true. James bit back a sigh before turning to new business. "How much of the neglect here can be repaired, and how much will require tearing down and building new?"
Jem laughed. "I am in better shape than it would appear. The insides are fine." He led James into the barn, which showed care, "I learned real quick to make the place look as bad as possible. That kept my rents lower than they might have been. John wasn"t here much, and he never did more than ride past, Walden investigated only when John told him to."
"You always were a wily one. So your problems can be readily repaired?"
"Most. Thompson"s same as me, but Lane is in bad shape - worse than anyone, I expect. He often complained, so he drew a lot of attention before he learned to keep his mouth shut."
Which would have taken time. James doubted the other tenants had taught him the lesson. Lane was too loose-lipped to have chanced him mentioning their ploys to Walden.
He let out a deep sigh, hoping his next question would not resurrect Jem"s distrust. "I have to find out who killed John. Any idea where he was going that last day?"
"You"d best let it go," advised Jem. "If ever a man deserved death, it was you brother. If I knew who did it, I"d pin a medal on the lad."
"That may well be, but killing is wrong. You know that, Jem. And once a man kills, he is likely to do so again. The second time is easier. I have to know who, and I have to know why. Only then can we let it rest. Who had he harmed the most in the last year?"
"I won"t name anyone," insisted Jem. "There is not a man in the parish that didn"t have a grievance with him. Who"s to say which one acted? Who"s to say what broke the fellow"s control? Mayhap it wasn"t the worst offense."
"Mayhap. But someone attacked me last week, staging an accident that might have proved fatal. Perhaps it was related. Perhaps not. But don"t expect me to ignore it."
Jem"s face grew troubled. "I hadn"t heard."
"It is not something I want pa.s.sed on. But knowing that John impersonated me suggests that it was the same person who killed him. So who has a grievance?"
"Everyone."
"What"s yours?"
"Besides the farm?"
James nodded.
"He raped my wife."
"Oh, G.o.d."
"It happened not long after you left. She was a servant up at the house-Molly."
"I remember her, I think. Brown curly hair, always laughing?"
"That"s Molly. She was barely fifteen and hadn"t had the position long. John first noticed her about the time the old earl died. He already had a bad reputation with the servants, so she tried to avoid him. But he cornered her in the linen room. I found her trying to drown herself in the lake."
"How badly was she hurt?"
"Bad enough. She refused to go back to the house-I would have fought her if she"d tried-but her parents would not allow her home. So I married her."
"Was there a child?" He had to ask, though the idea choked him.
"No." Jem let out a long breath. "I thanked G.o.d for sparing me that. I doubt I could have raised his child."
"Nor I. You are a good man, Jem. And a lucky one. I"m surprised he didn"t penalize you for helping her."
"He may not have known. He left for town before we wed. I doubt he remembered her by the time he returned."
"Try to recall anything that happened either during his last visit or the one before. Even the small things. As you proved just now, a minor event can push a man over the edge if he has enough previous provocation." He nodded toward the barn door. "It"s no longer simply a matter of justice. I will not live in fear of my life."
Jem looked uncertain, but he nodded.
James"s heart was heavy as he rode back to the estate. Every new fact about John made his evil more apparent. How could he have turned out so different from his twin?
That"s what scared him the most. He and John were identical, so the seeds of John"s evil must also exist in him. Would they someday sprout?
A word with Mrs. Washburn confirmed that John had stalked the maids, especially the young, pretty ones. She had hired only older women, but that had not prevented all abuse. John had a.s.saulted one of the women two years earlier, in partnership with Lord Northrup.
He shook his head, diverted from his own problems. John and Frederick had shared conquests. What must Mary have suffered married to such a man? Had Frederick forced her to entertain his friend?
Nausea rolled through his stomach. But a moment"s reflection dismissed the possibility. Mary had not produced an heir. No matter hoy debauched Frederick had been, he would never have risked her bearing another man"s son.
But this added evidence that Frederick"s death had been deliberate. Isaac had dismissed the idea that John"s murder was the result of an affair gone sour. But it might still be connected with a girl. And Frederick might have been involved.
He had to interview Turnby. The old groom must know something.
Chapter Ten.
"Lord Ridgeway is asking questions about the murder," reported Miss Hardaway as she poured a second cup of tea.
"Hardly a surprise," replied Mary. "John was evil, but he was Ridgeway"s brother. He wants to know what happened."
"He should leave well enough alone. If ever a man deserved death, it was the ninth earl."
"Agreed." Mary nibbled a biscuit, wondering if her hostess knew anything that would help James in his quest. But asking would tie her name to his and shut off any confidences. So she would change the subject. Disinterest usually drew more information from the gossip. And even if it didn"t, every conversation in months had eventually returned to the murder. "I hear the Thompson girl is working at the Court now."
"Dangerous. How does she know this earl is not like the last one?" said Miss Hardaway with a snort. "She should have waited until we knew more about his lordship."
"James was always different from John."
"He tried to give that impression to establish his own ident.i.ty, but blood always tells in the end-as Becky Thompson will learn all too soon, if she hasn"t already. She is no better than she should be." Her glare implied that Mary knew exactly how that felt.
"A little flirting after Sunday services does not make her unchaste." Yet she was worried about the girl-and not because of James. She could not imagine him misusing servants as John had done. But what would a rake like Crenshaw do with a comely maid?
"Hmph! I don"t trust any of those gentlemen. No sensible girl would seek employment in a bachelor household. And what has Ridgeway been doing these last years? Nothing good, I"ll warrant."
"Traveling. Northrup says he spent some time in India."
"Traveling!" A crumb landed on the floor that her pug promptly licked up. "Why would anyone want to visit such heathenish places?"
Mary sipped her tea, offering no answer.
"Evil," Miss Hardaway intoned. "He shares his twin"s evil. The vicar heard that he had dealings with Napoleon."
"I cannot believe it."
"How else can you explain his presence in France long after the peace collapsed? He had Napoleon"s protection." She nodded in triumph. "Ridgeway may still be working for that monster."
"But what could Napoleon want here?" asked Mary, trying to defuse her intensity. The tale sounded shocking, but she knew from long experience that the vicar reveled in malicious gossip and had no regard for accuracy.
"To murder us in our beds, most like." She shuddered. "But that"s not all. Ridgeway knows some very suspicious people in London, according to Mr. Dunning."
"Perhaps, but I"d need more than Dunning"s word before I believed it. Why he claimed only last week that his greatgrandfather"s ghost killed four of his cows."
"Well..." Miss Hardaway bit into a lemon biscuit, then slipped the rest to her pug. Every year the dog became noticeably fatter. "That was silly, of course. But even if he is wrong, the Thompson girl will be sorry for taking a position at the Court. No matter how well they behave in public, gentlemen are bound to drink more than is seemly and a.s.sault the servants. Sir Richard met that Mr. Crenshaw in town-and you cannot dispute his credit."
"No. Even Sir Edwin agrees that Mr. Crenshaw"s reputation is less than decorous." The admission revived her fears for Amelia.
"You see? I hope Robby can protect Becky Thompson. He"s been sweet on her for some time."
"Robby?"
"Robby Hayes. My footman"s brother. He is generally quite sensible-except for working at Ridgeway, of course. He only met John on that last day, but if the earl had not died, he might have turned the boy off. Or worse." She shuddered delicately.
"Really?" She tried to sound disbelieving. It was the first time anyone had mentioned that day to her. Most of the talk speculated on why John had been murdered.
"Robby was carrying a table along the hallway when the earl burst from the library and struck him down. Then he waved a piece of paper in his face and demanded to know who had delivered it. Robby didn"t know, but the earl accused him of lying, then struck him again before he strode off, muttering."
"Muttering?" asked Mary, trying to keep her voice neutral. "How odd."
"Very. Robby"s head hurt, and blood was dripping from a cut the earl"s signet ring had made on his cheek, but he dared not move until the earl was gone. He thought about fleeing-the earl"s eyes had been that furious-but Ridgeway never returned."
"I wonder why the paper angered him so."
"Robby thinks it was a demand that John meet someone, but he has no idea who or why. Whatever it was, the earl was not pleased."
"But if it was a demand to meet someone, why would he comply? He held the highest rank in the area. He could have ordered the other man to call at the Court."
"The meeting must have concerned something illegal," said Miss Hardaway, lowering her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "I"ve heard tales that he was involved with smugglers away south. I tried to tell Squire Church about it, but he dismissed the whole notion, insisting that the killer was a highwayman who was interrupted before he could rob the corpse. No letter turned up at the house."
But how much time had elapsed before Isaac had looked? Again, jumping to conclusions had interfered with his job. Idiot! If someone had interrupted a robbery, it would not have taken a full day to find the body. And if pa.s.sers-by had not noticed John, then the culprit would have finished removing the valuables as soon as they left.
James would want to hear about this, but asking further questions might pique the gossip"s curiosity. And he would learn more by questioning Robby directly. "I take it Robby recovered?"
"Oh, yes. It was hardly more than a scratch. His fear was the worst of it."
"What does he think of the new earl?"
"He doesn"t know what to think. None of them do. Ridgeway talks nice, but his poking about makes everyone nervous."
Time to change the subject. "Mrs. Ruddy seemed more morose than usual when I called at the shop this morning."
"Poor woman." Miss Hardaway shook her head as she refreshed their tea and slipped another biscuit to her dog. "It has been a year since their daughter died. The date brought it all back."
"Of course. It doesn"t seem that long ago."
"For any of them. Influenza is a curse. Polly Sharpe still hasn"t recovered her strength."
Didn"t want to. But Mary kept the observation to herself. Miss Sharpe was another spinster. Since her failing memory couldn"t compete with Miss Hardaway"s nose for gossip, she drew attention to herself through ill health.
Miss Hardaway"s eyes suddenly gleamed. She c.o.c.ked her head to one side, a sure sign she had a new tale. "Mrs. Bridwell was quite upset with Lord Northrup yesterday."
This was the first Mary had heard of it, though that was hardly surprising. Justin had spent nearly every waking hour with Fernbeck since his return. He had shocked the tenants by personally helping with repairs and by working in the fields cutting hay. Was he trying to prove that he was different from Frederick, or did he really enjoy manual labor? She had not found an opportunity to ask, for he kept to his military habit of rising at dawn, so she saw him only at dinner. And he had not discussed estate matters with her since they had gone over the books together. "So what is Mrs. Bridwell upset about now?" she asked.
"He succ.u.mbed to heathenish influences in India. She admonished him quite sharply-just in front of the chandler"s shop, it was. He denied everything, practically calling her a liar to her face, though he could hardly do otherwise after attending services last Sunday."
"I wonder what bothered her so."
Miss Hardaway sniffed. "I couldn"t hear all of it, for I was talking to Lady Carworth at the time-" Her face twisted in frustration. "But she demanded that he speak with the vicar, then prattled on and on about Jezebels and Baals and false prophets. He responded with something about King David sleeping on hillsides while tending sheep, though I"ve no idea why."
"Ah!" Mary laughed. "She discovered that he sleeps with his windows open."
"He"ll make himself ill."
"At the moment he is reveling in England"s cool air, though I doubt he will continue the practice once summer ends. But he hated the heavy heat of Indian nights. The servants are appalled, but I see no harm in it for now."
"The devil walks at night and can enter through open windows."
"I don"t believe the devil relies on carelessness. The previous earl did not sleep with open windows-or did his servants suppress that fact?"
"No." Miss Hardaway relaxed. "As usual, Mrs. Bridwell is finding fault. She has been positively bursting with excitement now that she has four new gentlemen to admonish. She chided Sir Edwin this very morning for his unnatural interest in barbarians."
"The Romans." Mary smiled.
"And she is appalled over Mr. Crenshaw"s reputation."
The rest of the call pa.s.sed pleasantly. Miss Hardaway vented her own pique at the vicar"s wife. Mary let her talk as she mulled the new information about John.
A note that drew him to his death put another face on the incident. Perhaps the writer had been an unsavory business a.s.sociate here to report a problem. John had not been a man to accept failure, which explained the fight and accounted for the murder once the partner had won. John would have retaliated for the ignominy of defeat. Or a conspirator might have decided that John made an uncomfortable ally. But how did that tie in with a local killer? And he had to be local, she admitted. James had also been attacked.
Taking leave of Miss Hardaway, she turned Acorn"s head for home. But she had barely left Ridgefield when she met James.
"Quizzing the gossips?" he asked.
How had he known? But she merely nodded. "I heard something interesting about John. And a rumor about you."
He raised his brows and waited.