The Devil's Domain

to his feet. He gripped Gresnay’s shoulder. ’Is it you, Jean?’
    ’What do you mean?’ Gresnay squirmed free.
    ’Vamier’s telling the truth,’ Maneil said. ’You were once a clerk! You’re always boasting about your high-ranking connections in Paris .’
    ’And what about you?’ Gresnay countered. ’Didn’t you get preferment to the St Denis because of a relative at court?’
    ’This is preposterous!’ De Fontanel got to his feet and walked down the table, sitting down next to Vamier. ’Sir John Cranston, I am an accredited envoy, a high-ranking clerk of the chancery. I have never heard of this Mercurius. I think you are trying to divide these men, frighten them into making confessions, make them watch each other.’
    ’It would certainly help,’ Sir John said as he smiled back. ’If they watched each other more closely, perhaps they could discover the murderer?’
    De Fontanel laid his hands on the table, spreading his fingers.
    ’Five men were here,’ he replied slowly. ’Two are dead of the same poison but they only ate and drank what the others did. True, Serriem may have been tricked but Routier was alert to any danger. And why should Mercurius kill that poor girl who was a danger to no one? Don’t you agree, Brother?’
    Athelstan raised his eyes heavenwards. The murder of Sir Walter’s daughter threw all these theories back into the melting pot. ’It could be an act of vengeance,’ Sir Maurice said.
    ’Oh, come, come!’ Vamier snarled. ’Sir Maurice, I would like to take your head and that of Sir Walter. We are soldiers, fighters. Why should we kill a poor wench? She had a woman’s body but a child’s mind.’
    ’Which is due to the French,’ Sir Maurice added quickly.
    De Fontanel got to his feet. ’I am not here to trade insults. Sir John, what are you going to do about the custody of these men?’
    ’They are going to stay here. Brother Athelstan, my secretarius, is correct. If they are taken elsewhere and Sir Walter is relieved of his duties, distraught though he is, that would look as if he were under suspicion.’
    ’In which case I shall send urgent despatch to France asking for the ransoms to be forwarded as quickly as possible. I ask my fellow countrymen to fall to their prayers and recite their Aves daily and be very careful of what they eat or drink.’ He bowed. ’I shall return.’ His footsteps echoed along the gaunt, empty hallway, the door slamming shut behind him.
    ’We are finished here,’ Athelstan said. ’There is nothing more we can do except speak to Aspinall. The business of Vulpina,’ he added in a whisper.
    Sir John nodded and, followed by Sir Maurice, left the hall. Athelstan sat sketching two parallel lines on a piece of parchment. ’You seem perplexed.’ Vamier’s tone was kindly.
    ’There is great evil here,’ Athelstan replied slowly. ’I am right to call this the Devil’s Domain.’
    ’I know of your Order in France ,’ Gresnay said. ’My father hired a Dominican as a chancery priest, a kindly man. Is there nothing you can do for us, Brother?’
    Athelstan shook his head. ’Nothing. At least for the moment. Tell me now, on your oaths. Forget I am an Englishman, think of me only as a priest. Tell me, is there anything you saw or heard which provoked suspicion?’
    The three men sat in silence then, one by one, shook their heads.
    ’Your two colleagues who have been murdered, you saw neither of them eat or drink anything extra?’
    Again the shake of heads.
    ’Or did they say anything to you?’
    ’Brother.’ Maneil spoke up. ’We have been down the same paths ourselves. We have no food or drink in our chambers. All our sustenance comes from Sir Walter’s kitchens, paltry though it may be.’
    ’Does de Fontanel bring food?’
    ’Never. Sir Walter would not allow it.’
    ’I tell you this.’ Gresnay pointed a finger. ’Yesterday morning we all took a solemn oath not to eat or drink what another didn’t. We also searched each other and the shabby garrets which serve as our chambers. Nothing was found.’
    ’You did that?’ Athelstan asked.
    ’Brother, a killer stalks us. We have to be sure.’
    Athelstan got to his feet.
    ’One thing does intrigue me.’
    ’What’s that?’ Vamier asked.
    ’Well, Routier escaped this morning. He climbed the garden wall, crossed the yard and went through an outhouse. How did he know which path to take? How did he know that the outhouse was deserted, that the shutter was loose?