William Monk 05 - The Sins of the Wolf

deep instinct that his affability and gentle air of disorganization were a total sham. Behind the smile was a brain whetted to scalpel sharpness.
    On the other bench, equally courteous but utterly different in attitude, was James Argyll. He looked grizzled and dangerous, like an old bear, his black eyes and sharp brows accentuating his air of intense concentration and the fact that he feared nothing and was deceived by no one.
    How much was it a personal battle, with Hester’s life to win or lose as the prize? These two must have met many times before. They must know each other as one can know only an adversary tested and tried to the limit. One can never know a friend in quite that way.
    Monk looked at Hester in the dock. She was very white, her eyes focused far away, as if she were in a daze. Perhaps she was. This was reality so intense it was like no other, and therefore would seem unreal. Each sense would at times be so keen she would remember every grain of wood in the dock railing and yet not hear what was said. Or hear even an intake of bream from the clerk before her, or the wardress behind, or the crackle of the fires in the two grates at each side of the room, and yet not see the people in the gallery even if they moved or jostled each other the better to see.
    The judge was seated above them, an elderly man with a narrow, clever face and crooked teeth, a long nose and fine hair. He must have been handsome in his youth. Now his character was too deeply marked and his erratic temper stamped his features.
    The first witness for the prosecution was Alastair Farraline. There was a hush in the court and then a slow letting out of breath as his name was called. Everyone knew he was the Procurator Fiscal, a title to elicit both fear and respect in the law. A woman in the gallery gave a littlescream of sheer pent-up emotion as he climbed to the witness-box, and the judge glared at her.
    “Control yourself, madam, or I shall have you removed,” he warned grimly.
    She clapped both hands over her mouth.
    “Proceed,” the judge commanded.
    Gilfeather thanked him and turned to Alastair with a smile.
    “First of all, Mr. Farraline, may I extend to you the court’s sympathy on the loss of your mother. A lady we all held in the highest esteem.”
    Alastair, pale and very upright, the light shining on his hair, tried to smile back, and failed.
    “Thank you,” he said simply.
    Monk glanced at Hester, but she was immobile and staring at Alastair.
    Immediately behind Argyll, Oliver Rathbone was so rigid that even from across the room Monk could see the fabric of his coat stretched across his shoulders.
    “Now, Mr. Farraline,” Gilfeather continued. “When your mother planned this journey south into England, did you always intend to send someone with her to care for her?”
    “Yes.”
    “Why, sir? Why not one of her own servants? You have a sufficiency of servants, do you not?”
    “Of course.” Alastair looked puzzled and unhappy. “Mother’s lady’s maid had never traveled, and did not wish to. We were afraid her own nervousness would make her unsuitable as a companion, and possibly inefficient, especially at dealing with any difficulty or inconvenience which might arise.”
    “Naturally,” Gilfeather agreed, nodding sagely. “You wished someone competent to take care in any contingency, therefore a woman who had traveled before.”
    “And a nurse,” Alastair added. “Just in case the….” He swallowed. He looked wretched. “In case the tension of the journey should make Mother unwell.”
    The judge’s mouth tightened. There was a rustle in the gallery.
    Oliver Rathbone winced. Argyll sat expressionless.
    “So you advertised for someone suitable?” Gilfeather prompted.
    “Yes. We had two or three replies, but Miss Latterly seemed to us to be the best qualified and most suitable.”
    “She gave you references, of course?”
    “Of course. She seemed excellent.”
    “Did you at any time have cause to doubt the wisdom of your choice prior to your seeing her off in Edinburgh station for the journey to London?”
    “No. She seemed a perfectly acceptable young woman,” Alastair answered. Never once did he glance at Hester, but kept his eyes studiously away from her.
    Gilfeather asked him a few more questions, all fairly trivial. Monk’s attention wandered. He looked for Oonagh’s fair head and did not find her, but Eilish was easy to see, and Deirdra. He was surprised to see Deirdra looking