‘It is very much to your credit that you should feel so. And I am sorry – very sorry – if anything I have said or done has added to your pain.’
Mary shook her head.
‘I am sure I do not need to tell you that the information will be spread no further by my means.’
‘Yes, I have no fear on that score, Miss Kent,’ she replied with a small smile. ‘I have observed that you are a collector rather than a disseminator of information.’
‘And I would not have tormented you with this conversation if I had not thought that I could assist you in your present situation.’
‘You mean then to continue with you enquiries concerning Mrs Lansdale’s death?’
‘Oh yes, for it will soon all be in the hands of the magistrate and his jury. And how else, but by the uncovering of the truth, is Mr Lansdale to be saved from being punished for a crime he did not commit?’ As she spoke she took care to watch her companion closely. The fine brown eyes held her gaze steadily; not a muscle moved in the face to betray doubt – or any other emotion.
‘He is innocent,’ said Mary solemnly. ‘I have no fear of you, Miss Kent. I am sure that he must…that he will, in the end, be proved entirely guiltless.’ She sighed. ‘I wish with all my heart the engagement had not come out. I have done everything within my means to conceal it.’
Dido eyed her keenly. ‘And, may I ask – how long has the engagement existed?’
‘No, I do not mind your asking at all. I have been engaged for about five months. Mr Lansdale asked me to marry him while I was at Ramsgate. I was unsure of my own feelings then; but, soon after my return, I wrote and accepted his offer. As soon as he received my answer he began to make plans to come to Richmond – so that he might be near me and so that he might work to bring about our marriage.’
‘And how did he plan to do that? Considering the very great opposition he must have suffered from his aunt. Did he mean to get her consent or act without it?’
‘He meant to…persuade her into acceptance. She was extremely fond of him in her own way. And he is a very determined young man. He had ways of working upon her.’ She caught Dido’s eye and shook her head very solemnly. ‘But I know,’ she said very firmly, ‘that it was not his intention to harm his aunt.’
‘I am very much afraid that it will appear to the jurymen that he did.’
‘To my mind, Miss Kent, they would be more likely to come at the truth by attempting to find the housebreakers. They are probably the guilty ones. For it seems to me that such fellows might have made more than one attempt upon the house. Perhaps they came on the night of Mrs Lansdale’s death – carried out the murder, but failed to take anything of value – and so they returned.’
Dido looked doubtful. ‘It is not easy to see how housebreakers might have poisoned the lady, but I grant you that they would have had good cause to dispose of the little dog.’ She considered for a while. ‘The thieves appear to have been searching for something when they entered the house,’ she continued. ‘Have you any notion of anything that Mrs Lansdale had which was of particular value? Something which might be the object of such a search? Something which was of greater value – at least to the thieves – than silver candlesticks?’
‘No, I cannot think of anything.’
‘Do you know of a particularly dangerous document which is presently in Mr Lansdale’s keeping?’
For the first time since their conversation began, Mary seemed anxious to avoid her eyes. She stood up, clasping her arms about her. ‘What kind of document do you mean?’ she asked.
‘I do not know,’ said Dido, watching closely. Mary began to chafe at her arms as if she were cold, though it was such a warm day there was no chill in the air even in this shady corner. ‘A will perhaps?’ she suggested.
‘No,’ said Mary sharply. ‘I know nothing about a will. However, I am quite sure that if Mr Lansdale had such a document in his possession he would not conceal it.’
‘I am sorry, I did not mean to suggest anything dishonourable.’
‘Of course you did not. But, I really feel that we have said enough upon this painful subject. I pray you will excuse me. I have a great deal of business to attend to, for I am to go away today.’
As she spoke, a very unexpected memory stirred in Dido’s mind. She paused and took a long survey of her companion, taking in the pale face, the crossed arms, the agitated manner. She was touched by doubt – almost suspicion.
‘Of course,’ she said slowly as she stood up. ‘I am sorry to have delayed you so long. You must have a great deal of business to attend to, Miss Bevan – I don’t doubt that you have all your gowns to pack, and your travelling dress to prepare, have you not?’
‘Yes,’ she said, with a puzzled look, ‘I have.’
Mary waited – expecting some explanation of this strange speech; but Dido merely bade her a rather distracted farewell, and walked away.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Dido walked slowly down the hill to her favourite seat by the park wall and looked about her.
It was a lively, interesting scene; two grand carriages were drawn up outside the inn to deposit a large family with all the proper busyness of footmen and trunks and band-boxes and children and nursery-maids. In the lime-walk, ladies strolled about under parasols and, close by, in the little row of shops, other ladies and gentlemen were more purposefully engaged.
But, once she was comfortably seated, her thoughts began to turn inward and she soon forgot her surroundings as she fell to considering everything which her talk with Miss Bevan had revealed.
First of all, she was quite sure that Mary believed Mr Lansdale to be innocent. There had been no doubts, no demurs; she had answered every question with candour and intelligence… At least she had done so until mention was made of a document. Then there had certainly been consciousness and a desire for evasion. Dido was sure of that – though she still held to her earlier view of Mary’s character and doubted very much that she had given a direct lie. For Mary was an exceedingly bad liar. When she had lied about the letter in the post office, her red face and downcast eyes would have betrayed her to any listener more sensitive than Mrs Midgely.
But just now, in the garden, there had been no symptoms of dishonesty – though, perhaps, there had been a desire to avoid some truths…
Dido recollected her words carefully. She had said that she knew nothing of a will… Yes, it had only been a will she denied knowledge of… Did it follow then that she knew of some other document? And, if so, what could it be? And why did Mr Morgan believe that it was so dangerous to his friend…?
She shook her head helplessly and tried to come at the business in a different way entirely. She imagined how it would all look to the jurymen. Here was Mrs Lansdale dead and the apothecary saying she had died of too much opium mixture. And it would seem that there were but three people who had had opportunity to administer it. There were Mr Lansdale and Miss Neville who might have introduced the fatal dose to the evening’s chocolate; and there was Mr Vane himself who might have administered it under the guise of the ‘usual draught’. But Miss Neville and Mr Vane, far from having anything to gain from the terrible act, could only be made the poorer by it: she by the loss of a comfortable home and he by the loss of a wealthy patient. Only Henry Lansdale had any motive for wishing the poor lady dead.
She found herself so extremely discontent with this conclusion that she could not help but wonder whether Mr Lomax was right and she had, almost without knowing it, determined upon exonerating Mr Lansdale…