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By Murder's bright Light

By Murder's bright Light

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Autoren: Paul C. Doherty
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Marston went on. ‘Stabbed in his chamber by the murderer now sheltering in that church.’
    ‘How?’
    Marston licked his lips, feeling the lower one tenderly because it was beginning to swell.
    “I went up to the chamber this morning to rouse Sir Henry. I opened the door and my master lay sprawled in his nightshirt, on the floor, the blood pumping out of him. Ashby knelt above him grasping a dagger. I tried to arrest the bastard but Ashby fled through the window. The rest you know.’
    ‘The Abbot of Hyde inn?’ Cranston queried. ‘Well, let’s see for ourselves.’ He turned to Athelstan. ‘Lock the church, Father. Let’s visit the scene of the crime.’ Athelstan did what he asked. Cranston strode off up the alleyway, leaving the rest to hurry behind him. They found the Abbot of Hyde a scene of chaos and commotion — slatterns crying in the taproom, other servants sitting around looking white-faced and terrified. The landlord was gibbering with fright. He bowed and scraped as Cranston made his entrance and demanded a tankard of sack. Draining it immediately the coroner swept up the broad wooden stairs. Marston hurried before him along the passageway to show him the murder chamber.
    Cranston pushed the door open. Inside all was confusion. Sheets had been dragged from the great four-poster bed, half-open coffers lay overturned and a cup of spilt wine was nestling among the rushes on the floor. What caught their attention, however, was the corpse lying near the bed, its arms spread wide, its thin hairy legs pathetic as they peeped out from beneath a cream woollen nightshirt. The dagger in the man’s chest was long and thin and driven in to the hilt. The blood had splashed out in a great scarlet circle. The corpse’s face, lean and pointed like that of a fox, still bore the shock of death in its open, staring eyes. From a comer of the gaping mouth ran a now dry trickle of blood.
    ‘God have mercy!’ Athelstan whispered. ‘Help me, Sir John!’
    Together they lifted the corpse on to the bed. Athelstan, ignoring the blood spattering the white hair, knelt down and spoke the words of absolution into the man’s ear, sketching a benediction in the air.
    ‘Absolvo te ,’ he whispered, ‘ o peccatis in nomine Patris et Filii. I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father and of the Son.’
    Cranston, more practical, sniffed at the wine jug and, whilst the friar performed the last rites, walked around the chamber picking up pieces, handling cloths, sifting among the rushes with the toe of his boot.
    Tell me again what happened,’ Cranston muttered over his shoulder to a now more subdued and respectful Marston.
    ‘Ashby is Sir Henry’s squire. He’d just returned from a sea voyage on the God’s Bright Light.'
    Cranston turned his face away to hide his surprise.
    ‘Sir Henry was coming to London to meet Roffel, the ship’s captain.’
    ‘Do you know that he’s dead too?’ Cranston snapped the question.
    Marston’s eyes rounded in surprise. ‘You mean Roffel—?’
    ‘Yes, he’s been dead two days. Taken ill on board ship. By the time they reached the port of London , he was dead.’ Cranston nodded at Athelstan’s surprised face. That’s why I came to Southwark. Not only did Roffel die in rather mysterious circumstances but last night the first mate and the two men on watch aboard the God’s Bright Light disappeared. However, let’s leave that.’ He turned back to Marston. ‘Continue.’
    Marston scratched his head. ‘Well, Sir Henry was coming in to have words with Captain Roffel. He always stayed here and took a barge down-river to meet the captain.’ Uninvited, Marston slumped down on a stool. This morning I came to arouse Sir Henry. The door was off the latch. I pushed it open. Ashby was by the corpse, his hand round the hilt of a dagger. Then’ — Marston pointed to the open window — ‘he fled. The rest you know.’
    ‘Was the window closed last night?’ Athelstan asked.
    ‘Aye, closed and secure.’
    Athelstan pulled a sheet over the corpse and closed the curtains around the four-poster bed.
    ‘Why should Sir Henry be visiting a captain of a fighting ship?’ he asked.
    ‘I can answer that,’ Cranston replied. The exchequer is almost empty. Great landowners and merchants like Sir Henry agree to fit out the ships. In return, they not only receive royal favour but a percentage of any plunder taken. Isn’t that right, Marston?’
    The henchman nodded.
    ‘A

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