The Elephants Of Norwich Part 13

*Under lock and key, my lord.'

*Here on the premises?'

*In my strong room.' The unctuous smile returned. *You wish to buy something?'

*No, my friend. I just want to know if you'd let me see what you have.'

Judicael was cautious. *I'm sorry, my lord. That would be out of the question.'

*What if I were to come back here with the sheriff?' Ralph introduced himself properly and stated the nature of his business. The goldsmith became even more circ.u.mspect. Although anxious not to impede a murder investigation, he was at first unwilling to take Ralph on trust. The commissioner grew impatient.

*Will you open your strong room or do I have to break the door down myself?'

*That won't be necessary, my lord,' said the other in alarm.

*Then why dither, man? Are you hiding something?'

*No, no. Of course not.'

*Those two elephants are here. Is that it?'

*I swear I've never seen any gold elephants.'

*Then you have nothing to worry about, have you?'

Judicael gave way. After first locking the door of the shop, he took Ralph into the room at the rear and approached a stout door. Two keys were needed to open it. Inside the strong room was a series of small boxes, each locked and chained to the wall. The goldsmith fumbled with his keys.

*Which one shall I open, my lord?' he gibbered.

*All of them.'

Ralph was certain that the missing property was not there but he was determined to make the goldsmith sweat a little. He looked into each box and examined each separate item of jewellery. Nothing even remotely like an elephant came to light. Yet the visit was not fruitless. The more time he spent with Judicael, the more he sensed that the man was holding something back from him. When the last of the boxes had been locked up again, he fixed the goldsmith with a cold stare.

*Where are they, Judicael?'

*I don't know, my lord. As G.o.d's my witness.'

*Someone brought those elephants to you, didn't they?'

*No, I've never laid eyes on them.'

*But you've heard of their existence?'

The goldsmith squirmed helplessly. *I may have,' he admitted.

*Go on.'

*If they're anything like the objects you describe, they're very unusual. Only an expert goldsmith could fas.h.i.+on such objects. They're far beyond my skill.' He squinted up at Ralph. *Where did you say they came from?'

*Somewhere abroad. Brought to England only recently.'

*I doubt that, my lord.'

*Why?'

*You mentioned that the elephants each had a crucifix on its head?'

*According to what I was told.'

*That jogged my memory,' said the other. *What I said was true. I've not seen the pieces myself but I've heard tell of them. You were misinformed, my lord.'

*Oh?'

*They weren't recently brought to England.'

*How do you know?'

*Because they've been in this country for quite some time.'

Chapter Six.

Alone in his chamber at the castle, Gervase Bret went patiently through the doc.u.ments he had brought with him from Winchester. It was a task he thoroughly enjoyed. Ralph Delchard was at his most effective when confronting awkward witnesses in the s.h.i.+re hall. Legal niceties only exasperated him. They were meat and drink to Gervase who read the abbreviated Latin on the pages in front of him with continuous pleasure, knowing that his retention of detail would be vital when the commissioners sat in judgement on the various disputes. The name he was after was proving elusive. He knew that it was somewhere in his sheaf of papers but he could not recall the exact spot. Richard de Fontenel had separate holdings in the hundreds of Forehoe, Taverham, Blofield and Humbleyard and Gervase picked his way carefully through them all. It was amid land in the Depwade hundred that he eventually located the person he was seeking. *In Boielvnd. 1 car tre. Qua tenuit Olova.t.r.e.'

*In Boyland, 1 carucate of land which Olova held in King Edward's time.'

His satchel contained only a fraction of the returns that were brought back to the Exchequer by the first team of commissioners to be checked and collated. All that concerned Gervase and his colleagues were patent irregularities and unresolved disputes. Olova's claim was among them. She had definite cause for complaint. Not only had she lost a carucate of land in Boyland to Richard de Fontenel, he had also taken two carucates from her in Tharston. It was not clear by what means he had acquired the property but, since it amounted in total to over three hundred and fifty acres, Gervase could understand why Olova was eager to contest owners.h.i.+p of it. Others had also been dispossessed by de Fontenel but she had been deprived of most land. Her losses did not end there. Gervase noted that Olova had also been relieved of two smaller holdings in the West Flegg hundred by Mauger Livarot. It was a familiar tale. She was one of many people in Norfolk who had been ground down remorselessly between the mill wheels of de Fontenel and Livarot.

Gervase was putting the doc.u.ments away again when his wife opened the door.

*Am I disturbing you?' she said, pausing in the doorway.

*No, no. Come on in, Alys.'

*I promised that I wouldn't get in your way while I was here.'

*I know,' he said, giving her a welcoming kiss and closing the door. *But I've just finished what I was doing. You could not have come at a more apposite time.

*Good.'

*Did you enjoy your visit to the market?'

*Oh, yes!'

Alys laughed with girlish delight and recounted the details of her visit to the town. Her voice saddened when she talked about the hostility that she and Golde had met. It had been the one small blemish on an otherwise pleasant morning. Gervase was glad that his wife had found so much to divert her and was interested to hear about the invitation that had arrived at the castle from the lady Adelaide.

*You've no objection, have you?' she said, eager for his approval.

*None at all, Alys.'

*Thank you. I'm so keen to go and so is Golde.'

*Ralph will certainly not hold her back,' he observed.

*That's what Golde said.'

*He'll do everything in his power to make sure that she calls on the lady Adelaide. It could help us. The more we can glean about her, the better. Look and listen, Alys.'

*I will.'

*She occupies a unique place in our inquiries. You might say that she holds the balance between the lord Richard and the lord Mauger.'

*It must be exciting to have two men vying for your hand.'

*Not if they happen to be those reprobates. Besides,' he said, slightly nettled, *one honest suitor is enough for any woman, surely? Wasn't I sufficient for you, Alys? Or did you want a whole pack of wooers banging on your door?'

*I was grateful to have one.'

*You had several admirers.'

*None that I cared to notice,' she said, sweetly. *Apart from you, that is. If there'd been a hundred suitors hammering on my door, it would only have been opened to Gervase Bret.'

He smiled with relief. *Thank you, Alys.'

*Could you ever doubt me?'

*No, my love.'

*As for the lord Richard, I wouldn't look twice at such a man. I pity the lady Adelaide if she is forced to marry him. I'd be terrified of a husband who could work himself up into such a violent rage.'

*You're not terrified of me, are you?'

*Only now and then,' she teased.

He took her by the shoulders to kiss her again, then stood back to appraise her.

*You look much better now, Alys.'

*I've got my strength back after the journey.'

*So have I,' he said, *and it's just as well because I'm going to need it. We came here to act as judges but we're deputies of the sheriff instead. That will take all the energy we can muster.'

*Have you any idea who the murderer might be?'

*Not at this point. We have a short list of names but we've yet to put faces to them. And the lord Richard is only muddying the waters by his wild behaviour. It could be some time before we manage to solve the crimes.'

*Is there anything that I can do to a.s.sist you?'

*You're doing it by visiting the lady Adelaide.'

*What would you like me to ask her?'

*Nothing,' he said, quickly. *Leave any questions to Golde. She's played this game before. You haven't. Just behave as you would on any other visit to a friend. Be polite to your hostess a" and take note of every word she says.'

*I'll try, Gervase. What will you be doing, meanwhile?'

*Paying a call on another Norfolk lady.'

*And who's that?'

*Olova.'

Roger Bigot was astounded by the news. He pressed Ralph Delchard for more detail. *The elephants were stolen?'

*So it appears, my lord sheriff.'

*From whom?'

*The abbot of Holme.'

*Who told you this?'

*Judicael the Goldsmith,' said Ralph. *Except that he didn't exactly volunteer the information. I had to prise it out of him like a pearl from an oyster.'

*If this intelligence proves to be correct,' said Eustace Coureton, *it will be a pearl indeed. Who is this man, Ralph?'

*Not one that I could ever bring myself to like.'

*Can his word be trusted?'

*In this instance, I believe that it can.'

The three men were in the hall at the castle. Bigot and Coureton were intrigued to hear what Ralph had learned from his visit to the goldsmith. It cast a whole new light on the disappearance of the two gold elephants.

*No wonder that the lord Richard is so desperate to reclaim them,' said Ralph. *It's not simply a question of using them to dazzle the eyes of the lady Adelaide. He wants them back in his possession before anyone starts asking where they came from in the first place.'

Coureton chuckled. *And now we know. He stole them.'

*A thief is now the victim of theft,' said Bigot.

*We can't be certain of that,' suggested Ralph, *and it would be very foolish of us to show our hands before the facts have been verified. It may be that the lord Richard bought them in good faith, ignorant of their origin.'

*Where did he say that they came from?' asked Coureton.

*Somewhere abroad,' said Bigot. *The lord Richard went to Normandy recently to visit his estates. When he came back, he had those miniature elephants with him.'

*That doesn't mean that they actually came from Normandy.'

*I agree,' said Ralph. *Why should anyone bother to steal them from the abbey of Holme, take them across the Channel then sell them to someone who was returning to this country? That would be perverse.'