William Monk 08 - The Silent Cry

sir?”
    Runcorn stood up suddenly, pushing his chair back so sharply it teetered on two legs and all but overbalanced. He turned away to the chest of drawers full of files, his back to Evan.
    “Go and arrest Rhys Duff for the murder of his father,” he ordered. “You did well in the case. I didn’t expect you to be able to solve it. You were wise to take advantage of Monk. Use him when you can. Just don’t ever let him use you. Don’t turn your back on him. Above all, don’t trust him. Don’t count on him to be behind you when you need him.” He swung around, his eyes hard and clear. “I mean that, Evan. I don’t want to see you hurt. You’re soft, but you’re a good man. Think well of him if you want, but never trust him.”
    Evan hesitated. It was ugly, very ugly, but it was indefinite, all implications and insubstantial pain. There was nothing he could get hold of to prove … or disprove … nothing to take to Monk for him to retrace his own steps and understand himself.
    “Did Monk betray you, sir?” he said aloud, then instantly wished he had not. He did not want to hear any of it. Now it was unavoidable.
    Runcorn stared at him.
    “Yes, he betrayed me. I trusted him, and he destroyed everything I ever wanted,” he replied bitterly. “He saw the trap in front of me, and he watched me walk right into it.”
    Evan drew in his breath to question how much it was fair to blame Monk for such a thing. Maybe he had not seen the pitfall any more than Runcorn himself had. Or maybe he had assumed Runcorn had seen it also. Then he realized that it was pointless to argue over the letter when the spirit was what drove. In his heart Monk believed himself guilty.
    “I see,” he said quietly.
    Runcorn faced him. “Do you? I doubt it. But I’ve done all Ican. Go and arrest Rhys Duff. And don’t mention anything about the other two men, do you hear me, Evan? I forbid it. You could jeopardize any chance we have of getting them in the future.” His eyes betrayed the anger and frustration of his helplessness now. It scalded inside him to see them escape and know it could be forever.
    “Yes sir. I understand.” He turned and walked out, his mind already made up to take Monk with him when he went to Ebury Street. Monk had solved this case, and his own case too. He deserved to be there.
    It was cold and growing dark as Monk, Evan and P.C. Shotts arrived in a cab at Ebury Street. Evan had considered taking the police wagon, and decided against it. Rhys was still too ill to be transported in such a vehicle, if he could be moved at all. The fear that he could not was the reason he had brought Shotts. He expected to leave him to guard Rhys and watch against the extreme event of Sylvestra trying to smuggle Rhys away.
    The cab drew up and they alighted. Evan paid the cabby and, pulling his coat collar up, walked ahead of the other two across the pavement. He had never made an arrest which gave him less sense of achievement. In fact, now that his foot was on the step and his hand stretched towards the bell, he admitted he dreaded it. He knew that Monk, a yard behind him, felt the same, but Monk did so for Hester’s sake. He had never met Rhys. He had not seen his face. To Monk, Rhys was only the sum of the evidence he had found, and above all the cause of pain in the women he had listened to, whose bruised lives he had witnessed.
    The door opened and the butler’s face darkened as soon as he recognized Evan.
    “Yes sir?” he said guardedly.
    “I’m sorry,” Evan began, then straightened his shoulders and continued. “But I require to speak to Mrs. Duff. I am aware it may not be convenient, but I have no alternative.”
    The butler looked beyond him to Monk and Shotts. His face was white.
    “What is it, sir? Has there been another … incident?”
    “No. Nothing further has happened, but we now understand more of what occurred the night of Mr. Duff’s death. I am afraid we need to come in.”
    The butler hesitated only a moment. He had caught the authority in Evan’s voice and he knew suddenly the weight of his office.
    “Yes sir. If you will please follow me I shall inform Mrs. Duff you are here.” He stood back for them to enter. Evan and Monk did so, leaving Shotts outside as previously agreed. He was there only as a precaution. He expected the possibility of remaining all night, until he was relieved by someone else in the morning. His only release lay in Rhys’s being deemed sufficiently well