William Monk 03 - Defend and Betray

angry with Mrs. Carlyon; he behaved as normal.”
    “Yes—that is true,” she acknowledged with something like surprise. “Perhaps he had forbidden her something, or made a decision she did not like, and she was still smarting over it. But that is hardly reason to kill anyone, is it?”
    “What would be reason to kill, Mrs. Furnival?”
    She drew in her breath quickly, then shot him a bright, sharp smile.
    “What unexpected things you say, Mr. Monk! I have no idea. I have never thought of killing anyone. That is not how I fight my battles.”
    He met her eyes without a flicker. “How do you fight them, Mrs. Furnival?”
    This time the smile was wider. “Discreetly, Mr. Monk, and without forewarning people.”
    “And do you win?”
    “Yes I do.” Too late she wished to take it back. “Well, usually,” she amended. “Of course if I did not, I should not …” She tailed off, realizing that to justify herself would be clumsy. He had not accused her; in fact he had not even allowed the thought to come through his words. She had raised it herself.
    She continued with the story, looking up at the far wall again. “Then we all went in to dinner. Sabella was still making occasional bitter remarks, Damaris Erskine was behaving appallingly to poor Maxim, and Alex spoke to everyone except Thaddeus—oh, and very little to me. She seemed to feel I was on his side, which was foolish. Of course I was on no one’s side, I was simply doing my duty as hostess.”
    “And after dinner?”
    “Oh, as usual the gentlemen stayed at the table for port, and we went to the withdrawing room where we sat and gossiped for a while.” She lifted her beautiful shoulders in an expression of both humor and boredom. “Sabella went upstairs, as I recall, something about a headache. She has not been entirely well since the birth of her child.”
    “Did you gossip about anything in particular?”
    “I really cannot remember. It was rather difficult, as I said. Damaris Erskine had been behaving like a complete fool all evening. I have no idea why. Usually she is quite a sensible woman, but that evening she seemed on the point of hysteria ever since just before dinner. I don’t know if she had quarreled with her husband, or something. They are very close, and she did seem to be avoiding him on this occasion,which is unusual. I really wondered once or twice if she had had rather too much wine before she came. I can’t think what else would account for her manner, or why poor Maxim should be the principal victim. She is rather eccentric, but this was really too much!”
    “I’ll enquire into it,” he remarked. “Then what happened? At some point the general must have left the room.”
    “Yes he did. I took him up to see my son, Valentine, who was at home because he has just recovered from the measles, poor boy. They were very fond of each other, you know. Thaddeus has always taken an interest in him, and of course Valentine, like any boy looking towards manhood, has a great admiration for the military and exploration and foreign travel.” She looked at him very directly. “He loved to hear Thaddeus’s tales of India and the Far East. I am afraid my husband does not go in very much for that sort of thing.”
    “You took General Carlyon upstairs to see your son. Did you remain with him?”
    “No. My husband came up to find me, because the party needed some considerable management. As I said before, several people were behaving badly. Fenton Pole and Mrs. Hargrave were struggling to keep some sort of civilized conversation going. At least that is what Maxim said.”
    “So you came down, leaving the general with Valentine?”
    “Yes, that’s right.” Her face tightened. “That is the last time I saw him.”
    “And your husband?”
    She shifted her position very slightly, but still stood against the rich swath of the curtain.
    “He stayed upstairs. And almost as soon as I got back down here again, Alexandra went up. She looked furious, whitefaced and so tense I thought she was intending to have a terrible quarrel, but there was nothing any of us could do to stop her. I didn’t know what it was about—and I still don’t.”
    He looked at her without any humor at all, directly and blankly.
    “Mrs. Carlyon said she killed him because he was having an affair with you, and everyone knew it.”
    Her eyes widened and she looked at him with complete incredulity, as if he had said something absurd, so ridiculous as to be