William Monk 04 - A Sudden Fearful Death

her to explain, and encouragement, so she would not feel slighted. He kept his eyes on hers.
    “Well …” She lifted one shoulder, her eyes bright. “Geoffrey Taunton can be very charming, and of course he has excellent means and a fine reputation. But there is more to consider than that.”
    He watched her intently, waiting for her to elaborate.
    “He has a quite appalling temper,” she said confidently. “He is utterly charming most of the time, of course. But if he is really thwarted, and cannot bear it, he quite simply loses all control. I have only seen him do it once, and over the silliest incident. It was a weekend in the country.” She had Monk’s attention and she knew it. She hesitated, savoring the moment.
    He was becoming impatient. He could feel the ache in his muscles as he forced himself to sit, to smile at her, when he would like to have exploded in temper for her stupidity, her vacuous, meaningless flirting.
    “A long weekend,” she continued. “Actually, as I recall, it was from Thursday until Tuesday, or something like that. The men had been out shooting, I think, and we ladies had been sewing and gossiping all day, waiting for them to return. It was in the evening.” She took a deep breath and stared around the room as if in an effort to recollect. “I think it was Sunday evening. We’d all been to church early, before breakfast, so they would have the whole day outside. The weather was glorious. Do you shoot, Mr. Monk?”
    “No.”
    “You should. It’s a very healthy pastime, you know.”
    He choked back the answer that came to his lips.
    “I shall have to consider it, Mrs. Waldemar.”
    “They were playing billiards,” she said, picking up the thread again. “Geoffrey had lost all evening to Archibald Purbright. He really is such a cad. Perhaps I shouldn’t say that?” She looked at him inquiringly, her smile very close to a simper.
    He knew what she wanted.
    “I’m sure you shouldn’t,” he agreed with an effort. “But I shan’t repeat it.”
    “Do you know him?”
    “I don’t think I care to, if he is a cad, as you say.”
    She laughed. “Oh dear. Still, I’m sure you will not repeat what I tell you?”
    “Of course not. It shall be a confidence between us.” He despised himself as he was doing it, and despised her the more. “What happened?”
    “Oh, Archie was cheating, as usual, and Geoffrey finally lost his temper and said some perfectly terrible things….”
    Monk felt a rage of disappointment. Abuse, however virulent, was hardly akin to murder. Stupid woman! He could have hit her silly, smiling face.
    “I see,” he said with distinct chill. It was a relief not to have to pretend anymore.
    “Oh no, you don’t,” she retorted urgently. “Geoffrey beat poor Archie over the head and shoulders with the billiard cue. He knocked him to the floor, and might have rendered him senseless had not Bertie and George pulled him off. It was really quite awful.” There was a flush of excitement in her cheeks. “Archie was in bed for four days, and of course they had to send for the doctor. They told him Archie had fallen off his horse, but I don’t think the doctor believed that for an instant. He was too discreet to say so, but I saw the look on his face. Archie said he’d sue, but he’d been cheating, and he knew we knew it, so naturally he didn’t. But neither of them were invited again.” She smiled up at him and shrugged her smooth shoulders. “So I daresay Nanette had a great deal to think about. After all, a temperof that sort gives one cause for consideration, however charming a man may be otherwise, don’t you agree?”
    “I do indeed, Mrs. Waldemar,” Monk said with sincerity. Suddenly she looked extremely different. She was not stupid; on the contrary, she was very perceptive. She did not prattle on; she recounted valuable and maybe extremely relevant information. He looked back at her with profound appreciation. “Thank you. Your excellent memory is most admirable and explains a great deal to me that had previously been beyond my understanding. No doubt Miss Cuthbertson was doing exactly as you say. Thank you so much for your time and courtesy.” He rose to his feet, backing away from her.
    “Not at all.” She rose also, her skirts billowing around her with a soft sound of taffeta. “If I can be of any further assistance, please feel able to call upon me.”
    “Indeed I shall.” And with such speed as grace allowed, he took his