Snobbery With Violence Part 18

-EDGAR SMITH.

Bertram-Brookes was the first to find his voice. "You cannot mean one of us, surely."

"Who else?" demanded Mrs. Fairfax.

"My dear lady," drawled Bertram, s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g his monocle into one eye and glaring at her through it, "it appears to have escaped your attention that we are surrounded by servants. The lower orders, Mrs. Fairfax. All p.r.o.ne to violence and nastiness."

"Hear, I say," mumbled Harry Trenton, rolling an anguished eye in the direction of the wooden-faced butler.

"Seems obvious to me," said Mrs. Fairfax. "Servants seem regular enough. You lot don't."

"The weather really has turned cold," said Lady Hedley, "but the autumn colours are quite beautiful."

"Quite," several voices agreed.

"It's no use changing the subject," said Mrs. Fairfax. "Someone kills Mary Gore-Desmond. Her maid knows who it is and ends up in the moat."

"It wasn't her her maid," said Frederica Sutherland, "it was Miss Bryce-Cuddlestone's maid." maid," said Frederica Sutherland, "it was Miss Bryce-Cuddlestone's maid."

"Oh, really? How interesting." Mrs. Fairfax glared at Margaret. "Well, if you ask me, who else would want a maid hushed up but her mistress?"

There was a shocked silence. Margaret, her face white, fled the table.

Sir Gerald Burke, his eyes alight with malice, smiled at Mrs. Fairfax and said, "Amazing. Quite amazing."

"What is?" she demanded.

"Americans are always being d.a.m.ned as vulgar and coa.r.s.e. I never believed it before. After all, your nieces, ma'am, are a delight. But now, here you are, a prime example of everything that is coa.r.s.e and unrefined."

"Take that back, you whipper-snapper!"

Lady Hedley rose to her feet as a signal for the ladies to join her, seemingly ignoring the fact that the dessert had not yet been served.

To everyone's relief, Mrs. Fairfax announced loudly that she was going to He down.

Once the ladies were gathered in the drawing-room, Mrs. Jerry Trumpington said, "Wouldn't it be too marvellous to be like that? I mean, to say exactly what one is thinking?"

"Might start a lot of wars," said Rose.

"May I remind you all," said Lady Hedley, "that you are in a civilized household? No more ugly talk of murders, please."

Mrs. Trumpington and Lady Polly went over to speak to her. The Peterson sisters approached Rose. "When do you think we can get out of this place?" asked Harriet.

"Soon, I hope," said Rose. "But, oh, I wish we could find out what actually happened. Is your aunt usually so blunt?"

"Unfortunately, yes," said Deborah. "She's supposed to be chaperoning us at our first season next year, but we'd better tell our parents that sh.e.l.l frighten off anyone who comes near us."

"Do you think she was right about Margaret Bryce-Cuddlestone?" asked Harriet.

Rose said slowly, "I cannot imagine her doing anything so awful."

"Maybe it is is one of the servants," said Deborah. "I mean, Mary Gore-Desmond's death could have been accidental, Colette could have broken the heart of one of the servants who got mad and hit her on the head and then dumped her in the moat." one of the servants," said Deborah. "I mean, Mary Gore-Desmond's death could have been accidental, Colette could have broken the heart of one of the servants who got mad and hit her on the head and then dumped her in the moat."

"Miss Bryce-Cuddlestone was very upset," said Rose. "I'll pay her a visit and see if she is all right."

When Rose entered Margaret's room, it was to find her seated at the window, staring moodily out.

"I am sorry you had to endure that at luncheon," said Rose. "What an awful woman!"

Margaret shrugged and then asked, "And how are you, after your ordeal?"

"Physically, I'm well, but I still jump at shadows."

"That doctor, Perriman, is good, do you think?"

"Yes, he seemed intelligent and efficient."

"And discreet? I mean, not the sort of man to go blabbing about one's physical condition?"

"Is there anything seriously wrong with you?"

"No, I just get tired. I'm worried about something."

"I'll get Dr. Perriman for you. What shall I tell him?"

"Just tell him I want him to examine me. That's all."

I wonder if she thinks she is pregnant, thought Rose. She instructed a footman to call the doctor and returned to the drawing-room. The men had joined the ladies and were sprawled about, talking or reading newspapers.

Harry approached Rose. "You're looking worried. What's happened?"

Rose told him about Margaret needing to see a doctor, and then said, "It started me wondering whether Mary Gore-Desmond's death was in fact suicide."

"Why?"

"Well, say Margaret did spend a night with Lord Hedley and became ... er ... pregnant, that might frighten her. She would be ruined."

"And what's that got to do with Mary?"

"Say Mary had some bad illness or had found she was due to have a child. Perhaps that might make her take her own life."

He looked at her for a long moment. Then he said, "I wonder if Kerridge was ever given a proper pathology report."

"They would not keep such a report from him!"

"Oh, yes, they would. To the high and mighty contacted by Hedley, it would seem an embarra.s.sing case of accidental death. I must see him. Because of this latest development, he might be able to find out more."

Kerridge looked up impatiently when Harry entered the study. "I hope you have something useful to tell me."

"I'm afraid it's speculation. Did you see the fall post-mortem report?"

"No, it was sent to my superiors."

"Is there any chance of you getting to see it now?"

"I can try. What were you hoping to find?"

"Perhaps, just perhaps, Mary Gore-Desmond was pregnant and took her own life. The maid, Colette, knew who was responsible and tried a bit of blackmail."

"Captain Cathcart, I know you are trying to help, but I could do with some hard facts."

"I notice that none of our rooms has been searched."

"I tried to get a search-warrant but was a.s.sured it was not necessary."

Rose waited in the hall until she saw Dr. Perriman descending the staircase. She hailed him.

"Lady Rose," he said, "I trust you have recovered from your shock."

"I hope so. How is Miss Bryce-Cuddlestone?"

"I hope I was able to rea.s.sure her."

"What is the matter with her?"

"I cannot discuss my patient with anyone."

"Oh, of course. Tell me, Dr. Perriman, would your predecessor really have signed that death warrant?"

"No, I cannot believe he would. Dr. Jenner was a very intelligent man. Although only a country doctor, he was in touch with some of the finest medical minds in the country. He did a great deal of research on his own."

"Into what?"

"There are some medical conditions not fit for a lady's ears."

"I am not squeamis.h.!.+"

The doctor smiled. "But I am and there are certain subjects that I will not discuss with a young lady. Now, if you'll excuse me ..."

Rose watched him leave and then went back up to Margaret's room. Margaret was looking much better and even had a little colour in her cheeks.

"How are you?" asked Rose. "What did the doctor say?"

"It turned out to be nothing more than a little ferninine complaint. Oh, I gather that we only need to be here for two more days. The police are going to question us all over again and at length and then we are free to go."

"Shouldn't your parents be here?"

"I told them not to come as I shall be returning home very shortly. A word of advice, Lady Rose. Do not go around poking your nose into things that don't concern you. If someone really did try to kill you, then they will try again."

Rose felt a stab of fear but she said gamely, "I really don't think anyone would dare to try anything with a castle full of police officers."

"If you say so. Now, run along. You weary me."

Rose returned to her own room to find her mother waiting for her. "Have you heard?" said Lady Polly. "We shall soon be allowed to leave."

"So I understand."

"But I have some good news for you, my dear. I have been talking to Mrs. Jerry Trumpington. She says she is amenable to taking you out to India next year."

"I do not want to go to India."

"Now, don't be a silly billy, my dear. We cannot possibly launch you on another London season. India is just the place for you. All those officers! Your father will contact the Viceroy, and Mrs. Trumpington will be on hand at all times to make sure you don't make some misalliance with a fortune-hunter."

"I am not going to go, and that's that."

Lady Polly's normally pleasant round face hardened. "You will do as you are told. You are going to India and that's an end of it. And have a word with that so-called maid of yours. She was out walking in the grounds with Captain's Cathcart's manservant. As you should know, servants are not allowed followers."

Rose paced up and down in a fury of frustration when her mother had left. The thought of being s.h.i.+pped out to India to be put on some foreign marriage market was abhorrent to her. And yet, what could she do?

She impatiently rang the bell for Daisy.

There was no reply, so she summoned a footman and told him to fetch her maid.

Daisy arrived, looking fl.u.s.tered. 'Tm sorry," she said, taking off her hat. "I didn't think you'd be wanting me."

"My mother tells me you were seen walking in the grounds with Becket."

"I didn't think you'd mind."

Rose slumped down into a chair. "I am supposed to mind. Servants are not allowed followers or indeed any life of their own. Just like me."

"Something bad's happened. What is it?"

"My mother informs me that I am to go to India with Lady Trumpington next year."

"With that horrible old cow!"

"Yes, Daisy. What am I to do?"

"Maybe we could do what you thought of. Become business women."

"I am underage. They would simply come and fetch me, and if I persisted in staying, they would get some tame doctor to get me committed to an insane asylum."

"You parents would never do that!"

"They might. A girl of my cla.s.s working for her living would qualify as insanity in their minds. Oh, that reminds me. Margaret summoned Dr. Perriman. I asked if his predecessor would really have signed Mary Gore-Desmond's death certificate. He said that old Dr. Jenner did a lot of research but when I asked on what subject, he said it was not suitable for my ears. What could it be?"

"s.e.xual problems, I suppose," said Daisy. "Like gonorrhoea and syphilis."