"You are are Mrs. Cook, aren"t you? And the boy is yours. Are you Maude Cook-or Mary Cook-or both? Mrs. Kerr will recognize you, and so will Dr. Wilson." Mrs. Cook, aren"t you? And the boy is yours. Are you Maude Cook-or Mary Cook-or both? Mrs. Kerr will recognize you, and so will Dr. Wilson."
"No! No. No."
"The child is yours," he repeated. "But your husband believes it"s Eleanor Gray"s."
She lifted her eyes to stare at him, startled eyes that were wide with shock. As he watched, she bit her lip, a thin line of blood marking the place.
Rutledge said, "And you"ve allowed him to think that"s true."
Her hands reached for him, taking his arms just below his shoulders, holding him with a fierce grip that was a measure of her need. "No- you don"t understand. you don"t understand. He knows it"s mine. Dear G.o.d, He knows it"s mine. Dear G.o.d, he knows he knows. But he can"t-he hasn"t found out these things you"ve discovered. He isn"t the father, you see! He will never have children by me, I"m ruined, I can"t have more. And he hates me for that. He hates Fiona. And most of all, he hates my child. If I ever tell him the truth, even to save Fiona, he will see that the boy is given to us to raise, and then he will take the greatest pleasure in destroying him greatest pleasure in destroying him! My husband has powerful friends-the fiscal, the Chief Constable-Inspector Oliver- barristers in Jedburgh and Edinburgh. He can arrange it. He will even claim that he was Eleanor Gray"s lover if he has to! Alex will stand there in public and lie to them all, and in the end, they"ll let him have his way. The only way that Fiona and I can truly protect Ian is for her to die and the child to be left to the mercy of strangers strangers."
IT TOOK HIM a quarter of an hour to calm her down again. She was shaking so badly, Rutledge feared for her, but when he offered to summon Dr. Murchison, she refused to let him. Instead she asked for a sherry, and he found the decanter by the window, poured her a gla.s.s, and held it while she sipped it. a quarter of an hour to calm her down again. She was shaking so badly, Rutledge feared for her, but when he offered to summon Dr. Murchison, she refused to let him. Instead she asked for a sherry, and he found the decanter by the window, poured her a gla.s.s, and held it while she sipped it.
A little color came back into her face. The shaking stopped. But she was beginning to think clearly again too. Rutledge asked once more about the doctor.
"No, I mustn"t call him just now. He"ll see I"ve been crying and demand to know why I was so upset. He"ll tell Alex. And Alex will question Margaret-our maid. You must leave here and I shall say to my husband that you came to ask after my health because you"d found me ill by the pele tower and were concerned."
"Will he believe you?"
"I don"t know." She took a deep breath. "Yes. I"ll make him believe me. I haven"t any choice. He has held this thing over my head for months now. Since he came home in the spring. And I take the greatest pleasure in not not breaking. But sometimes-sometimes the strain is so great, I can hardly breathe. My chest hurts with it." breaking. But sometimes-sometimes the strain is so great, I can hardly breathe. My chest hurts with it."
"How could he have found out? About the boy?"
"When I had the influenza, the doctor must have told him I"d borne a child. Or when I had the chill, I might have said something in my sleep. I was feverish, I sometimes woke crying out for-for someone. Alex is very clever; he began to see that I had-that there was something I hadn"t told him. How he connected all this with Fiona, I don"t know. We"d been so very careful! But once his suspicions were aroused, I wouldn"t put it past him to go to the inn of an evening and search the family quarters. Who was there to see when Fiona tended bar! There was a christening gown. It had been my grandmother"s. Or perhaps he saw my face when I looked at Ian. So I stopped making excuses to pa.s.s The Reivers."
"That still isn"t strong enough-"
"Yes. You don"t know him. He"s very clever, I tell you! It started when he began asking me where I was in 1916 when he called from London to say he was sent home to recover from wounds. I wasn"t here, you see-and I wasn"t here when he called to tell me he was being sent on to France. Over and over he"d ask where I was, what I was doing, who I was with-until my very silence answered him! It was after that that he must have learned somehow that I"d borne a child. He would bring me small gifts-a blue baby"s shawl. A small rattle for a teething child. A rocking horse he said he"d found in Edinburgh and knew I"d like. The servants thought it was a loving promise of children, when I was better. But I can"t have any more children! The nurse who bathed me- the doctor-someone must have told him there was a child!"
Rutledge shook his head. "He must have discovered something. Did you meet Fiona? Was there any communication between you?"
"We met at night sometimes, at the pele tower. But after Alex came home, we stopped. Drummond-I don"t know, he"s very loyal to me and my family. He wouldn"t have told anyone what he knew. Drummond brought me home, you see, from Lanark, when I was well enough to travel. But his sister was jealous of Fiona. Sometimes jealous people see more clearly. And Alex is a master at finding out secrets. He was trained to spy."
"The persecution of Fiona was a test?"
"The anonymous letters? At first, yes. To make me tell him what he wanted to know. But I wouldn"t, and it escalated. He spread lies to Mr. Elliot and to Oliver-to the fiscal and other influential people, for all I know-until they came to believe that they"d thought of it themselves! When McKinstry didn"t search the stables, it was Alex who persuaded Inspector Oliver to go back. He reminded him of those old murders, before the war, that hadn"t been solved. That p.r.i.c.ked Oliver"s pride. Alex knew knew the Jacobite bones must be hidden somewhere-he"d come across an old story about them in some of my father"s papers. That was to be the end of it, but by that time, Inspector Oliver was rabid to find a body. And throughout the whole ordeal, Alex would come home and tell me what he had been doing that day to make Fiona"s life unbearable. And watch me, until I could crawl off somewhere and hide my anguish!" the Jacobite bones must be hidden somewhere-he"d come across an old story about them in some of my father"s papers. That was to be the end of it, but by that time, Inspector Oliver was rabid to find a body. And throughout the whole ordeal, Alex would come home and tell me what he had been doing that day to make Fiona"s life unbearable. And watch me, until I could crawl off somewhere and hide my anguish!"
"Mrs. Holden. How did your husband come to know Eleanor Gray?"
"I"m not sure that he ever did. I"ve never heard him speak of her at all."
"There"s some evidence that he could well be the man who drove her north, just after Captain Burns died. If he did, he may have been the last person to see her alive. I"d come to believe that he was after the boy because young Ian might inherit Eleanor"s fortune once it was established that he was her child."
"He knows knows Ian is mine-it"s revenge that drives him, not money!" she cried. And then pressed her fingers against her eyes as if they ached. "I haven"t the strength to worry about this Gray woman too. I have enough sorrows already." She looked out the window. "I should never have given my child life. I went to Glasgow once, did you know? Fiona took me. To a place where abortions were done. Never mind how I found out about it, another poor, desperate woman had gone there and later confided in me. But I couldn"t go through with it. I loved Ian"s father, you see. In spite of my fear of being found out, I Ian is mine-it"s revenge that drives him, not money!" she cried. And then pressed her fingers against her eyes as if they ached. "I haven"t the strength to worry about this Gray woman too. I have enough sorrows already." She looked out the window. "I should never have given my child life. I went to Glasgow once, did you know? Fiona took me. To a place where abortions were done. Never mind how I found out about it, another poor, desperate woman had gone there and later confided in me. But I couldn"t go through with it. I loved Ian"s father, you see. In spite of my fear of being found out, I loved loved his father. . . ." She lay back, her eyes shut. "I love him still. . . ." his father. . . ." She lay back, her eyes shut. "I love him still. . . ."
Hamish said somberly, "Holden is driving her into her grave-she"s likely to die before Fiona"s trial! Does he no" ken the risk he"s taking?"
I don"t think he does, Rutledge answered silently. Rutledge answered silently. It would It would spoil his game if his wife died prematurely. He wants the name spoil his game if his wife died prematurely. He wants the name of her lover, and he wants his wife to see that she"s caused an of her lover, and he wants his wife to see that she"s caused an innocent woman to die a fearful death. d.a.m.n the man! innocent woman to die a fearful death. d.a.m.n the man!
But contrary to what Mrs. Holden had said, Rutledge believed Holden had known that Eleanor Gray"s body lay in Glencoe. He might even have been clever enough to see how useful it could be. A remarkably tidy way of punishing Fiona and ridding himself of the past. The problem was, this was going to be b.l.o.o.d.y difficult to prove!
He stood up. "What do you want me to do, Mrs. Holden? I can"t bring your husband in and charge him-there"s only your word against his that he"s responsible for what happened to Fiona MacDonald. People would believe him him if he told them your health is frail and that your mind has been affected by it." if he told them your health is frail and that your mind has been affected by it."
"There must be a way to stop him! You-I can"t go on like this! I can"t live with Fiona"s life on my conscience, and I can"t buy it back without destroying my child! I have come to hate Alex-but he"s the albatross around my neck, and I cannot be freed from it."
"Will you kill someone for me?"
He heard Fiona"s voice quite clearly in his head.
"Tell me-did you live in Brae before your son was born?"
She nodded. "I was desperately in love. He-Ian"s father-was in Glasgow for some time and we met when we could. I was happy. I had closed the house here-with the horses gone and the servants leaving, it was an excuse."
"And the initials on the christening gown?"
"My maiden name. I was born Madelyn Elizabeth Marjorie Coulton. But I was afraid to use it in Brae or the clinic. Because, you see, he"d gone back to sea and not long afterward was killed." She stopped, let her voice steady once more. "He died and I had a baby on the way. I stayed in Brae as long as I dared, hiding the pregnancy as best I could. Then I took a hotel room in Glasgow for a time before going to the clinic. There was nowhere else that I dared to have the child. If Alex had died, of course, I"d have claimed that Ian was his. But Alex was alive and I couldn"t risk brazening it out. If I hadn"t met Fiona-if she hadn"t been willing to take the child as her own-I would have killed us both. The boy and myself."
28.
RUTLEDGE LEFT MRS. HOLDEN WITH SOME APPREHENSION-concerned for her-afraid that when Alexander Holden walked back into his house, his suspicions would be aroused by something in her face. It wouldn"t take him long to discover that Rutledge had been there. He was too intelligent not to know why. Mrs. Holden was very fragile. What would he do? Bully her-or find a new, unexpected strength in her?
"Whatever he does," Hamish said, "it"s no" possible to stop him. You canna" go to Oliver until you hear what London"s learned about Holden! You canna" go to the fiscal without proof. This is Holden"s ground, he"ll ken what to do-"
"There may be a way to distract him." Rutledge had nearly reached his motorcar, concealed well out of sight of the Holden property. He pulled it to the head of the drive, where Holden couldn"t pa.s.s him.
Then he waited. With infinite patience. Even Hamish stood the long watch in silence. They had shared such watches many times in the trenches-there was almost that same comfortable sense of companionship. Almost-but not quite.
It was nearly dusk when Holden came. The long shadows of the autumn day had given way to clouds, and the first sprinkles of rain.
The lights of Holden"s car picked out the dark shape of his own, and slowed.
Holden called sharply, "What"s happened?"
Rutledge replied, "I"ve come to speak to you. Your maid told me you were out, and I waited."
"For G.o.d"s sake, why didn"t you wait at the house?"
"Because I didn"t want your wife or your servants to hear what I"ve got to say." He gestured around them at the dark road and the dark drive. "We have a little privacy here." The sprinkles turned to the first heavy drops.
Holden looked for hidden ears before turning back. "Then say what you have to, and let us both get in out of this rain!"
"I traced you to Craigness, Holden. To Rob Burns"s house. I found written proof there that Eleanor Gray had come north with you that night in 1916 when it rained so hard. She waited in the car until the worst had pa.s.sed before coming in. And Mrs. Raeburn didn"t see her. You left with her-and Eleanor Gray disappeared. Did you kill her? Did you drag her body on a blanket up the slopes of the mountainside in Glencoe and leave her for the jackals and the ravens?"
Holden said, "Don"t be an idiot! I never knew Captain Burns. His father will tell you that. And my wife!"
"It won"t matter what they say. You"ve left a trail behind you. And I"ve uncovered it. You thought, trained as you were, that you were skilled at deception. But I can bring witnesses who remember your face and who can place you in Saxwold, in London, in Craigness, and even in Glencoe. Unimportant people you thought we"d never be clever enough to find. There"s other proof. I"ll have it soon. It"s a loosely woven net at present-but it will tighten."
The car"s lamps were fully on Rutledge"s face, but they cast macabre black shadows on Holden"s. There was no way to read his eyes. His hands, on the wheel, were white-knuckled. Rutledge watched them. If they moved- Hamish said, "Is there a weapon in his car?"
I don"t know, Rutledge answered silently. He could feel the tensing of his body. A sitting target, pinned by the light. Holden had tried to shoot him once- Rutledge answered silently. He could feel the tensing of his body. A sitting target, pinned by the light. Holden had tried to shoot him once- "Save your wife the disgrace of seeing you brought in by Inspector Oliver"s men. Tell me what happened to Eleanor Gray."
It was meant rhetorically, but to his immense surprise, Holden did.
"I"ve nothing to be ashamed of. She wanted to find pa.s.sage to the States. There was nothing to keep her here, she said. I drove her as far as Glasgow, and then went back to London on my own. I don"t know what became of her after that. And I didn"t see any point in telling Inspector Oliver about it. That was in the spring, and they tell me she died in late summer."
"You"re a very accomplished liar. But you aren"t dealing with Turks now. Or with Inspector Oliver. Your name carries no weight in London. The Yard is handling Eleanor Gray"s death, not Duncarrick." Rutledge"s voice was cold.
Holden turned his head away, looking around them, trying to see beyond his headlamps. Satisfied at last, he turned back.
"You won"t believe me if I tell you the truth. No one will." He lifted a hand to wipe the rain from his face. "d.a.m.n it, come to the house!"
"No. Your wife is ill. I won"t put her through this. Tell me here-or at the Duncarrick police station."
"You"re a b.l.o.o.d.y stubborn man, did you know that? Eleanor Gray spent the night in Rob"s bed, which I thought rather macabre, but I couldn"t have cared less. I was so tired from driving that I fell asleep in the guest room almost at once. Heavily asleep. I don"t even remember closing my eyes. I must have been snoring. Or she might have felt ill, I don"t know. I woke with a start, and in the darkness sensed rather than saw someone bending over me." He turned away again, the shadows on his face shifting and changing. "The Army had taught me how to kill. Fast and silently. My hands had found her neck before I"d even realized where I was or who was in the house with me. By the time I was awake enough to find a light, she was dead. I had to clean the carpet, and I was all for burying her in the garden. I even moved the bench so it would cover the grave. But the rain was coming down in buckets, I was afraid it would wash her out before the morning. So I got her into the back of the car, pulled a blanket and some of my clothes over her, and went through the house to find anything she might have left. The next morning as soon as the neighbor was up and about, I returned the key and drove off."
"Where is Eleanor Gray now?"
"On that d.a.m.ned mountain in Glencoe! Where else? Or she was. I never dreamed- It was d.a.m.ned bad luck that Oliver was so good at his job, wasn"t it?"
Hamish growled a warning as Holden lifted a hand, but it was only to wipe his face again.
Rutledge said, "If her death was an accident, why didn"t you call the police straightaway, or a doctor?"
"She was professionally killed, man. Not a mark on her, except where my fingers found the spot on the back of her neck! Her mother is one of the richest women in England. Do you think Lady Maude would have believed me? She"d have seen to it that I hanged! I"d had a violent history at Saxwold, and the next hospital as well, and the Army was glad to send me off to France for cannon fodder. Look, I nearly killed a nurse once when she came up behind me unexpectedly. I had my hands on her throat before she could even scream. They thought I was out of my head. But I wasn"t. I"d lived too long with danger, and it was a reflex to strike first. Like a snake. They were ready to pack me off to an asylum with the sh.e.l.l-shocked men and leave me to rot!"
Rutledge involuntarily shuddered. With men like him- "How did you know the rocks were there-on the mountainside? They aren"t easily seen from the road."
"My father took me there sometimes as a boy. He was obsessed with tales of betrayal and murder." He pushed his rain-matted hair out of his eyes. "My father would have made a b.l.o.o.d.y Highlander if he hadn"t been born in Carlisle. He collected all those weapons you see in the hall, buying them up all over Scotland. It gave him a sense of history. I put them up when I married Madelyn. It was something from my own past. The rest of the house was hers."
He looked at Rutledge for a long while, ignoring the rain. The patience of the hunter, waiting for the rabbit to break cover. But Rutledge was patient, too, and as skilled. Holden said at last, "You know the truth now. What do you think you should do about it?" When Rutledge didn"t respond, he continued, "I don"t intend to be railroaded into a sentence of death by Lady Maude and her lawyers. She was a distant and uncaring mother according to Eleanor, but she"ll raise heaven and earth to see me dead once she"s told I killed her daughter." There was cold menace in the calm voice. "If I were you, I"d go back to London and let the MacDonald woman go to trial and pray that she"s acquitted. What is she to you, after all!"
What, indeed? Rutledge didn"t know the answer to that himself. He sat there feeling the rain soaking through his shirt to the skin, and fought his anger.
"Don"t threaten me!" he told Holden.
"Call it a friendly warning, Inspector. But keep in mind the fact that I could walk into The Ballantyne or anywhere else you believed yourself safe, and you"d be dead before you heard me come through the door. You can bank on that." He put his car into gear again. "I didn"t intend to kill Eleanor Gray. And I won"t hang for it."
The lights swung in the darkness, turning the slanting rain to silver. And Holden smiled at Rutledge before the car disappeared down the drive, a black shadow against the stark brightness of its lamps.
ALL THE WAY to the hotel, Hamish"s voice pounded in Rutledge"s head, demanding to know how much he believed of what Holden had said. to the hotel, Hamish"s voice pounded in Rutledge"s head, demanding to know how much he believed of what Holden had said.
Rutledge was wet through, cold, and very tired. But he said, "The man"s an accomplished liar-that"s what he was trained to do in the war. Still, I have a feeling he told me the truth about killing Eleanor Gray. That"s the pity-she went north with a man she considered a friend, and safe. Whatever Eleanor did that night in Craigness, whether it was waking him out of a sound sleep or in some way making him angry with her, she died for it. And if he killed her the way he described, there wouldn"t have been any marks on the body that the coroner would have been able to identify two years later."
Rutledge took a deep breath, feeling his anger drain away.
Eleanor Gray was dead, she couldn"t contradict Holden"s account of how it happened. He might even rally enough support to get away with it.
Hamish agreed. "He said it himself-a snake. Quick to strike."
The nurse, Elizabeth Andrews, had called him that too. "London will give me the rest of the evidence I need to present to the fiscal, but a good lawyer will twist it into whatever shape Holden devises. A jury will never convict him. They"ll believe him where they would never have believed Fiona. We shall have to make him betray himself."
"He won"t betray himself. He didna" betray himself when the Turks tortured him."
"I"ll find a way." There was grim determination in Rutledge"s voice.
THE NEXT MORNING Rutledge awoke to lowering skies and more rain, sweeping in gray sheets along the streets and rattling like stones against his windows. A depressing day. Rutledge awoke to lowering skies and more rain, sweeping in gray sheets along the streets and rattling like stones against his windows. A depressing day.
Unable to sleep after he"d turned off his light, he"d lain awake trying to find a solution to the dilemma he faced. Hamish, playing devil"s advocate, seemed to relish pointing out that most of his answers wouldn"t work.
You couldn"t frighten a man like Holden. You couldn"t make him come to you. If he"d survived torture . . .
Then what did he want? What was it that Holden valued most?
His wife had made that clear. His revenge. He wanted Fiona to hang and his wife to know that she"d had the power to save her.
Rutledge lay in his bed, forearm resting across his forehead, and thought it out from start to finish.
Hamish said, "This way willna" work either. He can claim he was trying to protect his wife."
"Yes. He can say that. Oliver might believe him. But it"s worth a try."
"It"s too d.a.m.ned risky!"
"I can take care of myself!"
Hamish laughed. "In the dark, there"s nothing you can do. You havena" his experience, man!"
"I crawled through No Man"s Land that night in "15 and took out that hidden machine-gun post. They never heard me coming."
"It"s no" the same!"
He got up, dressed, and went down for breakfast.
THEY LET HIM in to see Fiona. He told Oliver and Pringle that he was leaving Duncarrick and wanted to appeal one last time to the conscience of the accused. in to see Fiona. He told Oliver and Pringle that he was leaving Duncarrick and wanted to appeal one last time to the conscience of the accused.
When he walked into the cell, he said, "I"ve come to say good-bye." But he had his finger in front of his lips, signaling her to be silent. "Before I go, I must appeal to you one last time . . . for the sake of Lady Maude Gray and her daughter. . . ."
In the pa.s.sage outside the door he could hear Oliver"s footsteps receding. Rutledge came to Fiona and took her hands. "I know who Mrs. Cook is," he said softly. "I"ve spoken with her."
"No, that"s impossible-!"
"Fiona, just listen to me. There isn"t much time. I know what her husband is trying to do to her. And to you. You"re a scapegoat. Tethered to a charge of murder-he"s going to destroy Madelyn Holden through you and watch her die of shame. What you don"t know is that he also killed Eleanor Gray. Those bones on the mountainside are are hers. The ones that Oliver found. And Holden will kill again. It"s too easy for him. He"ll kill that child, too, but it won"t be fast or merciful." hers. The ones that Oliver found. And Holden will kill again. It"s too easy for him. He"ll kill that child, too, but it won"t be fast or merciful."