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    ‘Now,’ he said, ‘the mystery begins. One of the guests challenged my aunt. He declared he would spend a night in the room fully armed. He would take no drink or food. A thorough search was made to ensure there were no secret passageways or trapdoors. After that the room was cleaned, fresh bolsters and linen put on the bed. Some sea coal was brought up and a fire lit in the grate. We all left that young man, that very foolish young man, to his night’s sleep.
    ‘The next morning broke cloud-free, the sun shone and a mild thaw set in. So, before breaking our fast, we all went out into the snow for it is a rare phenomenon around Cremona . We had a brisk walk and someone wondered how the young man fared. We knew the scarlet chamber was at the front of the house and, looking up, saw him staring down at us. We waved and went back into the house. Only after we had eaten did we notice that the young man still had not appeared so servants were sent to the scarlet chamber. A few minutes later one of them came rushing back, his face white, his eyes filled with terror. He shouted at my aunt to come, and we all followed. We entered the scarlet chamber. The fire had died in the grate. The bed had been slept in but the young man was standing by the window.
    ‘I tell you no lies, sirs, the man was dead. He stood with mouth gaping and eyes staring, as we had seen him from the front of the house. He had tried to open the window, digging his nails deep into the frame. All I can say, sirs, is that on his face was a look of absolute horror. One of the guests, a physician, confirmed that something evil, something terrible in that room, had stopped the young man’s heart with fright.’ Galeazzo stopped speaking and turned to Sir John. ‘You have my drift, Lord Coroner?’
    ‘Yes, My Lord.’
    ‘You have questions?’
    ‘Was the room disturbed?’
    ‘In no way!’
    ‘Were there any secret passageways or tunnels?’
    Cranston called out his questions in a loud voice so all in the hall could hear and Galeazzo answered in a similar fashion. The Italian turned to the assembled company, hand waving.
    ‘I swear, on my mother’s honour, no one had entered that room. There were no concealed doors or windows. No food or drink were served. The sea coals were from the stores, and the candles the young man brought to the room had been used in the hall below.’
    Cranston stared at him in disbelief and once more wished Athelstan was here.
    ‘Was it some demon, some evil spirit?’
    ‘ Ah!’ Galeazzo, Lord of Cremona, addressed the hall. ‘My Lord Coroner asks if the room was possessed of some demon. My aunt thought so and sent for a holy priest from the nearby church to come bless and exorcise the room. This venerable father arrived late in the day. He blessed, he exorcised, every corner but with no visible result. So we left him there. He said he would pray, and locked the door behind us.’
    Galeazzo turned and smiled at Cranston ’s expression. ‘My Lord Coroner, I am sure you suspect what happened next. It was late in the evening before my lady aunt realised the venerable father had not reappeared so servants forced the door and found the priest lying dead upon the floor — on his face the same look of horror as on the young man’s who had died earlier.’ Galeazzo stopped to bask in the ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’ of his audience.
    Gaunt fingered his lower lip; the young king had now forgotten his hated uncle and watched the Italian nobleman attentively.
    ‘My Lord,’ the king cried in a shrill voice, ‘what happened then?’
    Galeazzo smiled. ‘My lady aunt would not be satisfied. She called for two of her retainers, hardened warriors, one of them a good swordsman, the other a Genoese expert with the crossbow. They were bribed with gold to spend one night in the room. The men accepted and took up their posts that same evening. The door was unlocked as we’d had to force it to discover the body of the priest. The swordsman slept on a chair, the Genoese on the bed. In the middle of the night we were all wakened by a terrible scream.
    ‘This time I was barred from going but my aunt later told me that when she entered the scarlet chamber, she found the swordsman on the floor, a crossbow bolt embedded deep in his chest, whilst the Genoese, still clutching his arbalest, lay sprawled near him. He had died the same way as the rest, but something evil in that room, some demonic force, my aunt concluded, had forced