‘But you must tell! You cannot say so much – and leave me wondering.’
Dido hesitated, then decided upon disclosure – partial disclosure – in the hope of discovery. For there seemed nothing else to be done. Her heart was overburdened and she felt that she must speak – or else run mad.
‘Well,’ she said slowly, looking down at her own hands, ‘what is your opinion of Mary Bevan? You have known her for longer than I have. Is she to be trusted?’
‘Mary? Of course she is! I declare, I would trust Mary Bevan with my life! Why should you ask such a question?’
‘Because,’ said Dido with a heavy sigh, ‘because I cannot help but think that she has behaved a little – just a little – suspiciously throughout this whole affair.’
‘Suspiciously? Why, whatever can you mean?’
‘Flora, do you remember when Miss Prentice first talked to us about the evening Mrs Lansdale died?’
‘Yes.’
‘And do you remember her saying that she did not stay beside the window long because, just after she had seen Mr Henderson approaching Knaresborough House, Miss Bevan persuaded her to go away to Mrs Midgely’s party?’
‘Yes, I remember it; but I am sure I cannot see why you should think ill of poor Miss Bevan for only inviting her neighbour to a card party.’
‘But she did more than invite. By Miss Prentice’s account, she insisted.’
‘Well, and what if she did? I daresay she meant to be kind. She did not like to think of poor Miss Prentice sitting alone while there was company in the other drawing room.’
‘But she did not usually do so. I asked Miss Prentice today and she informs me that she had never attended one of Mrs Midgely’s parties before. She is not fond of cards. And I am sure Mrs Midgely did not desire her presence that evening.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because, my dear cousin, the rest of the company consisted only of Mrs Midgely herself, Mrs Barlow and Mr Vane. With Miss Bevan, the table was made up. A fifth would have been extremely unwelcome. Five people at a whist party is the most awkward number imaginable!’ Dido shook her head, as if by doing so she might rearrange all the troubling thoughts that filled it. ‘In short, Flora, I cannot help but suspect that Miss Bevan had another motive. I think she wished to draw Miss Prentice away from the window that evening – she did not wish her to see any more visitors arriving at Knaresborough House.’
‘But why? Why should she care what Miss Prentice saw?’
‘That is one of the many things I cannot yet determine,’ said Dido and lapsed into silence for several minutes. ‘You see,’ she continued slowly at last, ‘I cannot make Miss Bevan out. I see that she is very clever, but beyond that…’ She shook her head again. ‘Would you, for example, say that she is a well-mannered girl, Flora?’
‘Most certainly! She has the nicest manners in the world! She is a great deal better bred than her guardian – which I have always attributed to the colonel sending her to the very best schools.’
‘Yes,’ said Dido rather regretfully, ‘that is just what I would have said of her from my own observation. She has strong feeling I think, but she always behaves correctly – always keeps to the correct forms. When Mrs Midgely is coarse or makes ill-judged remarks, Miss Bevan is sure to attempt to turn the conversation. And when she herself speaks with too much violence or emotion, she apologises for her warmth. Yes, she is a very correct young woman indeed.’
‘But I cannot at all see why you should make such a point of this?’
Dido could sit it out no longer. She simply had to be in motion. She jumped up from her seat and walked restlessly to the window. ‘Flora,’ she said, with her hand upon the latch of the french door, ‘why should such a very correct young woman ignore all the rules of polite behaviour and form an acquaintance with strangers she had met in a park – without any introduction?’
She opened the door and walked out onto the veranda. Out here it was still warm, but the evening scents of honeysuckle and damp grass were beginning to fill the air and, beyond the garden, the street was busy with footsteps and carriage wheels as people hurried to dinner engagements. Dido leant upon the rail of the veranda, gazing out across the lengthening shadows on the lawn. She wished – yes, a part of her could not help but wish – that she had never set out to solve this mystery. It really was quite one of the evils of mystery solving to begin to doubt acquaintances one had been used to esteem.
Flora came and stood beside her, peering anxiously into her face. ‘Dido, you cannot truly believe that Miss Bevan has done anything wrong?’
‘I am not sure… Except…’ Her fingers began to beat a rhythm on the rail. ‘There is something of which I am certain,’ she said, avoiding Flora’s eyes and looking determinedly at the roses and the lawn. ‘Since I spoke to her in Mrs Midgely’s garden yesterday, I have been quite certain that it was Miss Bevan who sent that unsigned letter to me – that it was she who wished to warn me about some people being unfriended by the world.’
‘No!’ protested Flora. ‘I cannot believe it! She is the last person in the world who would… Why should she do any such thing?’
‘I wish with all my heart that I knew! I cannot make it out at all. But it is certain that she sent it. For she spoke to me yesterday about the quotation in my “mysterious letter” – and asked if I had succeeded in discovering its source.’
‘Well, what of it? You had told her about the letter at Brooke. I heard you ask her if she knew the lines.’
‘No,’ said Dido, turning to her cousin and leaning her back against the rail, ‘no, I did not tell her about the letter. I only said that the lines had been “brought to my attention”. So how did she know that I had received them in a letter? Unless she wrote that letter herself.’
Flora was silent. Dido took a turn along the veranda to relieve her feelings a little – and also to prevent herself from saying more. The truth was that she had taken an early opportunity of looking at the essay Miss Bevan had mentioned in Dr Johnson’s works – but she certainly had no wish to discuss with Flora what she had discovered there.
Oh, this mystery was the most contrary and awkward business imaginable! She had never supposed that the quiet death of a respectable old lady could lead her into such dark and distressing matters – or uncover so many shocking secrets…
At present everything was uncertainty, apprehension and suspicion. If only she could be sure of something then, perhaps, she would know how she ought to proceed.
Flora sighed loudly and turned to walk inside. ‘Well,’ she said, discontentedly, ‘I had hoped that all would be settled today. I hoped that if you took the carriage and spent all day upon the business you would understand everything. I said as much in my note to Lady Carrisbrook.’
‘Lady Carrisbrook?’ said Dido sharply. ‘Why did you write to her about this?’
‘Oh do not worry. I did not tell her everything. I only said that you had very important business to attend to and must have the use of the carriage – I had no choice but to tell her something, you know, for I had to explain why we should not be at her musical party this evening.’
‘Her party?’ Dido looked thoughtful. ‘Is this the evening of the Carrisbrooks’ music party?’
‘Yes,’ said Flora, and then she could not help but add, a little resentfully as she walked into the house, ‘and very sorry I am not to be there, for she was most pressing in her invitation: so very anxious to know my opinion of all her arrangements.’
Dido remained a moment or two upon the veranda, frowning severely at the shadows on the lawn. Then she followed her cousin into the drawing room. ‘Flora,’ she began cautiously, ‘it seems to me that Maria Carrisbrook relies a great deal upon your taste. She seems to have no confidence at all in her own opinion. That seems – odd, does it not? After all, she is a very elegant young woman.’