Murder at Mansfield Park

spent an hour with my
father’s bailiff, Mr Fletcher. He will be able to confirm that.’
    Maddox nodded. ‘And her ladyship?’
    Lady Bertram looked up; her eyes were heavy, and she seemed not to have heard the question. ‘I am sorry, were you speaking to me?’ she said, in the languid voice of one
half-roused.
    Tom turned towards his mother. ‘Mr Maddox wishes to know how you occupied your time on Tuesday last, ma’am. Most particularly the time before breakfast.’
    Lady Bertram seemed bewildered that anyone should even ask such a thing. ‘I was in my room, where else would I be? Chapman came to dress me as usual, and I had a dish of chocolate. I do
not understand—what can this have to do with poor dear Fanny?’
    Her tone was becoming agitated, and Tom endeavoured to soothe her, saying at once, ‘Oh no, ma’am—I am sure nobody suspected you!’
    ‘Quite so,’ said Maddox, with the most deferential of bows. ‘I seek merely to obtain the fullest possible picture of where everyone in the house was at that particular time.
There is no cause to distress yourself, your ladyship.’
    ‘I am very happy to tell you where I was, Mr Maddox,’ said Mary, in an effort to draw attention away from Lady Bertram. ‘I spent the morning in the garden with my sister,
cutting roses.’
    ‘Indeed,’ said Maddox in a steady tone. ‘And before that, Miss Crawford?’
    Mary flushed; she had quite forgotten her fruitless excursion to the post-office, and the conviction was of a sudden forced upon her that Maddox was already fully apprised of every aspect of her
movements that day. ‘Well, I did walk to the village that morning—’
    ‘So I have been informed. I am delighted that you have elected to be so thorough in your disclosure. Did you see anyone during this no doubt pleasant little walk? Aside from the post-boy,
of course?’
    Mary shook her head. ‘No, I did not.’
    The expression on Maddox’s face was unfathomable. ‘That is a pity. Let us hope it does not prove to be significant.’
    Mary opened her mouth to reply, but Maddox had already turned his attention to Maria. ‘Perhaps Miss Bertram might now be so good?’
    Maria might look a good deal thinner and paler than she had used to do, but she appeared to have assumed once more all the hauteur owing to a Miss Bertram ; it was with the pride and
dignity of a daughter of a baronet that she met the thief-taker’s gaze. ‘I was somewhat indisposed, as I recall. I remained in my room all morning, with my maid in
attendance.’
    ‘You did not speak to anyone during all that time? Aside from your maid, of course.’
    Maria shook her head. ‘No. I saw no-one.’
    Maddox gave a broad smile, and linked his hands behind his back. ‘Your clarity is admirable, Miss Bertram. And you, ma’am?’ he said, turning to Mrs Norris. ‘Perhaps you
also took a walk in the park? I gather Miss Crawford was not alone in seeking air and exercise that morning—I am told Miss Julia was also some where in the vicinity.’
    ‘Well, I most certainly was not . I have better things to do than wandering about on wet grass catching my death of cold. I was in my store-room, sir, as any respectable matron would
be at that time of the morning. And you need not trouble to question my son, neither. He did not return from Cumberland until just before luncheon, and he left for the parsonage almost
immediately, when we heard what had happened to Julia.’
    Maddox was not the only one in the room to turn towards Edmund at this; he was still standing in the window, but Mary saw at once that his demeanour was not as collected as it had been.
    ‘Is this true, Mr Norris?’ asked Maddox genially. ‘The briefest of discussions with the stable-hands, would, of course, resolve all doubt.’
    ‘For heaven’s sake, tell him, Edmund,’ said Mrs Norris impatiently. ‘Let us have done with this, once and forever.’
    Edmund gave a slight cough. ‘Mr Maddox will have no need to trouble the grooms. As it happens, I arrived in Mansfield somewhat earlier than my mother might have supposed. The difference is
easily accounted for: I was glad to be released, after such a journey, from the confinement of a carriage, and ready to enjoy all the luxury of a walk in the fresh air, to collect my
thoughts.’
    Maddox gave a disarming smile. ‘It seems that the park was more than usually crowded on Tuesday last. You had, I conclude, much on your mind?’
    Edmund appeared to hesitate,