The House of Shadows

proof?’
    ‘They said my sister had it. She had it on her person. They were talking in riddles. They’d also confided in Donata. Donata said they didn’t know whether to be happy or sad at discovering something which could prove the fate of their mother. I begged Donata to try her best to find out, but Beatrice and Clarice had not forgotten the beating Mother Veritable had given them over Sir Stephen. They kept their own counsel.’
    ‘Do you think Chandler murdered them?’
    ‘It’s possible, Brother. On the night of the Great Ratting I was in the tap room. I wanted to be there, not only to lay my wager and collect my generous winnings, but to talk to Beatrice and Clarice. I knew the Judas Man was hunting me, following my tracks as carefully as any hound. I played that trick on poor Toadflax and kept in the shadows. When the fight broke out, Beatrice and Clarice had left the tap room for the hay barn. I was frightened. I knew the Judas Man would soon realise he had made a mistake and cast his net further. So I slipped into the kitchen, where Master Rolles was roaring at some poor cook who had made a mistake. I asked him for help as well as where the girls had gone. He replied that they were in the hay barn, that I should join them there and hide.’
    ‘Did Master Rolles always offer such help?’
    ‘Yes, I know him of old. He is very strict. I can only enter his tavern with his permission and only hide when he tells me. You know how it is, Sir John, I have similar arrangements with innkeepers, hostellers and taverners the length and breadth of England .’
    ‘Did you meet Beatrice and Clarice?’
    ‘Brother, I was terrified out of my wits. My belly was full of ale and roast pork. I was going to meet them. I glimpsed a chink of light through the hay barn door, but I had to relieve myself. I dared not go to the latrines at the far side of the wall. I was frightened of being trapped there. So I ran outside. I was accosted by other people, who had also been at the Great Ratting. Men who had fled at the approach of the Judas Man, telling me about the fight which had begun in the tap room. Now, on any other night I would have run, put as much distance between myself and that tavern as possible.’
    ‘But you wanted to meet Beatrice and Clarice?’
    ‘Sir John, I was determined to. I had been in the hay bam before — it’s a good place to hide. So I returned to the yard. I saw Sir Stephen, drunk as a sot, go staggering through the door. I waited awhile and then followed. I peered through.’
    The Misericord’s fingers went to his face.
    ‘Both girls were dead. One of them may have been moaning a little, Beatrice with a dagger thrust in her. Clarice was certainly dead, a crossbow bolt high in her chest. She seemed to be awash with blood. Sir Stephen was kneeling beside the corpses. I’m sure I glimpsed an arbalest.’
    ‘Did he kill them?’
    ‘Brother, he could’ve done. In his drunken state he may have believed he had good cause. I ran back across the yard and hid in the shadows. Sir Stephen came out and closed the doors, replacing the bar.’
    ‘Replacing the bar?’ Athelstan asked. ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘Well, Brother, I’m sure that, just before I saw him entering the barn, Sir Stephen was holding the bar. He must have taken it off, and despite being drunk, he knew where it lay.’
    ‘So,’ Athelstan declared, ‘either the girls went into the barn and someone barred the door from the outside, Sir Stephen goes across, removes the bar, enters the barn and kil ls them,- or...’ Athelstan tapped the writing satchel next to his leg. ‘Or the killer, someone else, followed those girls into the barn, killed them and left, sealing them in. The lantern was still glowing?’
    ‘Oh yes, Brother, I saw it, fastened to one of the hooks. By then I was truly frightened. I did not want to be accused of their murder, so I fled. I had drunk too much that night, my wits were blunted. The following morning the Judas Man picked up my trail, so I fled to your church for sanctuary.’
    ‘And you don’t know what the girls had discovered about their mother?’
    ‘Brother, if I did I would tell you. Of course I wondered what their words meant.’
    ‘Did you discuss it with Edith?’ Athelstan asked.
    ‘No, Brother. I never told her where the silver and gold I earned came from. Oh, I think she suspected. She did not like Mother Veritable and complained bitterly about how she looked at her. Edith said she