The Grail Murders

letters Buckingham supposedly wrote to him were forgeries, as was Taplow's evidence at Buckingham's trial. The poor bastard was tortured so much he would have confessed to anything.'
    'So why,' Benjamin asked, 'didn't you allow us to interrogate the real Taplow?' Mandeville stared through the frosted glass. 'I asked a question, Sir Edmund?'
    'Taplow was promised his life if he supported our destruction of Buckingham but in Newgate he began to recant.' This most sinister of spies shrugged. 'For a short time one of my agents took his place.' Mandeville smiled mirthlessly. 'I wondered if it would work. What made you suspect he wasn't the person he claimed to be?'
    'Lutherans don't believe in Purgatory, the Taplow we met did.' Mandeville sniffed disparagingly. 'Did you know Mistress Hopkins was murdered?' Benjamin asked.
    Mandeville shook his head. 'We thought she wasn't worth the bother of watching.'
    'Well, someone thought she was important and garrotted her. By the way, do you know who killed Warnham and Calcraft?'
    'If I did,' Mandeville snapped, 'the murderer would be hanging on the gibbet at Smithfield!' 'So how much of the rest do you think is true?' I asked.
    'Oh, the Grail and Excalibur exist. The King is most insistent on that.' 'And the Templars?'
    'Oh, yes, we have been hunting them for years. They are a secret organisation existing in cells of six or seven. No single coven knows much about the others but they are powerful, spread like a net through France, Spain, Scotland and England. They are particularly strong here in the Southwest.' 'Who is their leader?'
    'A Grand Master, but we don't know his name or which country he lives in.'
    Mandeville suddenly put his finger to his lips and stepped out of the window embrasure. He looked down to the gallery where the Santerres now stood outside the hall door.
    'Sir John,' Mandeville called, 'I should be grateful if you could stay in the hall. Certain questions must be asked.'
    'Look,' Benjamin continued, 'why are the King and his agents so interested in this secret society?'
    Mandeville waited for the Santerres to withdraw before he answered. 'The Templars are particularly hostile to the King and have supported most of the Yorkist rebellions. They circulate stories about the Princes in the Tower still being alive and, during the present King's father's reign, they supported the two imposters, Lambert Simnel and Perkin Warbeck. If you remember your history, Master Daunbey, you may recall the fiercest rebellions were here in the South-West. When the King was a boy, rebels from the West Country made him flee from the city whilst the pretender, Perkin Warbeck, actually laid siege to Exeter.' 'Is Santerre under suspicion?'
    'Yes and no. Santerre has proved to be a most loyal subject of the King but Hopkins served him as a chaplain and Buckingham came here looking for those relics.' Mandeville snorted with laughter. 'Matters are not helped by the two recent murders.' 'And Lady Beatrice? Her maiden name is Belamonte. Her first husband, Lord of Templecombe, was Sir Roger Mortimer.'
    Mandeville shook his head. 'Her loyalty is really beyond question. After all, it was Lady Beatrice who urged Santerre to confess everything about Buckingham to my two agents.' 'And the monks at Glastonbury?'
    Mandeville smiled bleakly. 'A pretty mess. Strong links probably existed between the Templars and the abbey. Hopkins was a member of that house and the monks do guard the remains of Arthur whilst this mysterious riddle was found in a manuscript of their library. Mandeville gnawed at his lip. 'I have been honest with you. Now, sir, be truthful with me. What do you know?'
    My master described what had happened on the trackway earlier that day.
    'Probably members of the Templar coven,' Mandeville commented.
    'They could have been responsible for the deaths of Cosmas and Damien,' I added.
    'Thus we must resolve the matter,' Benjamin declared. 'The servants of this house could, one or all, be either the assassins or in their pay.'
    'We shall deal with them in the morning,' Mandeville snapped.
    'There's something else,' Benjamin continued. 'Sir Edmund, we must solve the riddle. Yet, as far as I can see, this house or the chapel have nothing even vaguely resembling the waters of Jordan or Moses' Ark.' He shrugged apologetically. 'I have wandered round the galleries but there's no painting or carving to arouse my curiosity. Only two other places remain: Glastonbury Abbey and the desolate building