Bücher online kostenlos Kostenlos Online Lesen
Field of Blood

Field of Blood

Titel: Field of Blood Kostenlos Bücher Online Lesen
Autoren: Paul C. Doherty
Vom Netzwerk:
gone! Life is truly a valley of shadows isn't it, Brother? But you have questions?' She didn't look at Sir John but at Athelstan. 'I also know your reputation: small and gentle with eyes which never miss anything.'
    Athelstan smiled at the compliment. 'Mistress Kathryn, we are here to save you. I will be honest, that is going to be very hard.'
    Mistress Vestler blinked, her lower lip quivered but she maintained her composure.
    'Did you kill Bartholomew Menster and Margot Haden?'
    'I did not.'
    'Do you know how their corpses came to be buried in Black Meadow?' 'I do not.'
    'Can you, Mistress Vestler,' Athelstan persisted, aware of how quiet this cell had fallen, 'remember the twenty-fifth June, the day after midsummer? That was the last day Bartholomew and Margot were seen alive.'
    'I don't know, I can't remember.'
    'What do you think happened?'
    'Bartholomew must have come into the tavern to eat, drink and meet Margot.' She shook her head. 'But, apart from that…'
    'Why did you burn Margot Haden's property?'
    'I've told you that, it was tawdry, only cheap items. I thought she had eloped and wouldn't need them any more.'
    Athelstan's heart sank: just a flicker of the eye but he was sure she was lying.
    'Did Bartholomew Menster ever offer to marry you?'
    'Of course not!'
    'Were you jealous of his affection for Margot?'
    She shook her head, and Athelstan sensed she was telling the truth.
    'Did Bartholomew Menster ever discuss with you the legends of Bishop Gundulf's treasure, about it being like the sun?' He paused. 'And hidden beneath the sun.'
    Athelstan abruptly recalled that no reference to the latter half of this cryptic riddle had been found in the manuscripts he had taken from the Tower.
    Kathryn was now agitated, rubbing her hands together.
    'The Tower is full of such legends,' she replied. 'Hidden gems, lost jewels, Gundulf's treasure hoard, Roman silver.'
    'Did you and your late husband Stephen know about these lost treasures of the Tower?'
    'Of course. We lived within bowshot of the Tower. Stephen was always buying artefacts from the garrison: shields, disused weapons and other curiosities. You've seen most of them yourself! True, Bartholomew discussed the legends with me but I just laughed.'
    'Did he ever offer to buy the Paradise Tree?' Sir John broke in.
    Kathryn was about to deny that.
    'He did, didn't he?' Athelstan persisted.
    'On two occasions,' she replied slowly, 'he made an offer but I refused.'
    'And you never thought it strange,' Athelstan asked, 'that a clerk, a scribe from the Tower, was interested in the tavern? Didn't you think his interest in the treasure was, perhaps, more than a passing mood?'
    'He made offers. I refused and that's the end of the matter.'
    'Well, perhaps we have some good news,' Athelstan said. 'The other skeletons were probably victims of the plague: Black Meadow may have been a burial pit when the great pestilence raged.'
    Kathryn smiled. 'It's possible. Perhaps that's why it was called Black Meadow.' She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. 'Stephen always talked about ghosts being seen there.'
    'More than ghosts, mistress. The Four Gospels, that strange little company whom you so generously allowed to stay in Black Meadow, have reported barges coming in on the mud flats. Of dark shapes and shadows entering Black Meadow in the direction of the Paradise Tree.'
    'I know nothing of that,' she retorted sharply. 'The Thames is like any highway, both good and bad travel there.'
    'But where do they go to?' Athelstan asked.
    'Petty Wales is a den of thieves.'
    Athelstan fought to control his temper.
    'Mistress Vestler, in this gatehouse is a serjeant-at-law, Master Odo Whittock. He and Sir Henry Brabazon are, to use Sir John's term, "two cheeks of the same face". They will dig and dig deeply. They will not be satisfied by your answers in court.'
    'It's the only response they will get, Brother.'
    'Mistress Vestler, I am trying to help. I have been to the Paradise Tree and it's a fine, prosperous tavern. Questions will be asked about your profits.'
    'I am a good businesswoman,' she insisted. 'Brother, if I could have a cup of water?'
    Athelstan rose, filled a cracked pewter cup and passed it over.
    'My profits are what they are.' She sipped at the water. 'I can say no more.'
    Athelstan saw his despair mirrored in Sir John's eyes.
    'In which case, Mistress Vestler, I will pray for you and do what I can.'
    'I will stay,' Hengan said. 'I need to talk about further matters.'
    Sir

Weitere Kostenlose Bücher