Tyrene said, "My lord, did you see anything suspicious?"
"Such as?"
"Did you see anyone near the count?"
"Well… I hesitate to direct suspicion at anyone."
"My lord, there has been a murder committed. Someone stabbed the count. Someone here, in this room."
Trent said, "I was talking to him. Out here in the hall. I suppose there's no denying that he left me just moments before he collapsed."
"And where were you when he did, Your Highness? If I might ask."
Sheila, disturbed and distraught, was standing at Trent's side, her arm in his. He pressed her hand reassuringly. "Right there, near the door to the dining hall. Right where I spoke to Damik."
"And what, sir, were you doing at that exact moment?"
"Just standing there thinking. Thinking about what Damik had just said."
"Sir, which was?"
"That he was going to go to you with the name of the person who owned the dagger."
"He was…?"
"He claimed he saw someone recently purchase a dagger similar to the murder weapon. He told this to Thaxton, Dalton, myself, and my wife."
"I see."
Baron Delwyn said, "He told me as well. In fact, he seems to have told a number of people. Lord Linwold remarked to me just an hour ago that Damik had told him the same thing. Seems he was disturbed about this and didn't know what to do."
Tyrene nodded. "So. This is very interesting. Count Damik was privy to potentially damning information regarding the identity of the murderer, and now he's dead."
Thaxton and Dalton were standing off to one side.
Dalton leaned over and whispered, "They were all in a position to stab him. Trent, Belgard, Rilma…"
"And a cloud of witnesses standing about, none of whom saw anything, as usual."
"Well, this murderer seems to have some tricks up his sleeve. Don't forget your hypothesis about magic. Hypnosis, black magic spells…" Dalton thought. "Invisibility?"
"An invisible murderer," Thaxton said. "Now that would explain a lot."
"Yes," Dalton agreed. "It would. If it weren't for the fact that there's no magic in this aspect."
"Who says there isn't?"
Everyone watched silently as Guardsmen bore the body away.
When they were gone, Tyrene turned to face the assembled group. "I will do all further questioning in private, my lords and ladies," he announced. "But in the morning. There is a storm gathering, and it looks to be an ominous night. There is a murderer loose in the castle. I suggest you all retire to your rooms and bolt your doors. Good night to you all, and may your respective deities, whosoever they may be, forfend any harm."
The group broke up and dispersed, almost all ascending the wide staircase that led to the level where most of the bedrooms were.
Tyrene came over to Thaxton and Dalton. "At least there will be no more murders tonight. I'm going to post guards at the doors of all the prime suspects."
"Ah, you have a list," Thaxton observed.
"And a short list it is," Tyrene replied. "Unlike those in mystery romances."
"I should say not," Thaxton said. "Just under a dozen suspects is de rigueur."
"Thank the gods that's not our problem here," Tyrene said. "I can't say that I'm close to a solution of these crimes, but things are becoming increasingly clear."
"Such as?" Thaxton asked.
"That this is a relatively simple matter made obscure by deliberate obfuscation, if not outright lying."
"How so?" Dalton asked.
"Gods, man. Can't you see? They're all covering up for someone! Murder's committed under their noses, yet no one sees a thing. A likely story! Oh, they're thick as thieves, this lot. They'd rather see the culprit go scot-free than break their damnable code of _discretion.' Scandal is the worst thing they can imagine."
Dalton said, "We were discussing the possibility of some supernatural means."
"Don't think it didn't occur to me. I suspected thaumaturgical homicide right off, but have since discounted it. There are a thousand dark spells designed to do a man in, and this lot knows 'em all, I'll wager. But, you see, each is a magician himself, and can employ forfending spells to ward off a hex or a curse or a dozen other eldritch evils. They're all well versed in these matters, let me assure you. Which is why the simplest method is all the more effective. It's unexpected."
Thaxton said, "And you think the murderer is counting on the silence of his peers to keep his identity concealed?"
"Damik did much soul searching about revealing even circumstantial evidence," Dalton pointed out. "Though he decided in the end to do it."
"So Trent says," Tyrene acknowledged. "But he may be lying."
"Wouldn't Trent lie the opposite way?" Thaxton asked, "and say that Damik wasn't going to tell?"
"Possibly," Tyrene said.
"In any case, I find it unlikely that Damik would announce to a group that included the murderer himself that he knew who the murderer was."
"Damik was like that," Tyrene responded. "Very given to subtleties and devious ploys. It may have been his way of giving Trent notice, yet providing witnesses if anything should happen to him, which in fact it did."
"I see," Thaxton said. "But I find it difficult to imagine Trent a murderer."
"You didn't know him in his youth," Tyrene told him. "Admittedly that was quite a spell ago, even as Perilous time is reckoned, but he was one hotheaded young buck, quick to anger, quicker to pick a fight. I'll admit I've seen him change, and he was an exile on Earth for the longest time, which might have worked some ameliorative influence on him ―"
"Earth isn't exactly the most peaceful of places," Dalton pointed out.
"Be that as it may. He has changed for the better in some respects, but I'm old enough to know that pards may change their spots yet still be pards."
"Leopards," Dalton supplied to Thaxton. "Poetic usage, as a lot of castle lingo is."
"Yes, leopards, I beg your pardon. But you take my meaning, I'm sure." Tyrene scratched himself, which Thaxton had by then put down to nervous habit. "If only these were a pack of your common cutthroats. I could order a strip search and turn up the second murder weapon in a trice. We weren't so lucky the second time. No one left a knife lying about for us to ―"
Tyrene had turned his head as he spoke, and now froze. Thaxton and Dalton followed his astonished gaze. Something was lying near the base of the far wall.
"Ye gods!" Tyrene breathed.
They went running to it.
"Damn me!" Tyrene said, kneeling to examine it. He was mortified.
The knife lying on the floor next to the wainscoting was a twin of the first murder weapon.
"That's what you kicked," Dalton said to Thaxton.
"What's that?" Tyrene asked, looking up.
Thaxton told him.
"So it was there all along. But how is it no one saw it before?"
"It was invisible," Thaxton said.
"Damn me." Tyrene clucked and shook his head. "So it was magic."
"I think so," Thaxton said. "But we're no closer to finding out who did the magic."
"True," Tyrene conceded, "but the light grows ever brighter."
"Invisibility certainly explains why no one saw anything," Dalton remarked. "There was nothing to see."
"At least not in the murderer's hand," Tyrene said. "You might tend to dismiss or forget seeing someone do this" ― he made a fist and brought it up against Dalton's chest ― "if it looked like a jape or a friendly tap."
"Again, though, there's a problem," Thaxton insisted.
"What's that?" Tyrene asked.
"Why would the murderer drop his weapon at the scene of the crime? For the second time?"
The captain ruminated before answering. "Ordinarily, I would say, simply to get rid of it as quickly as possible so as not to have it turn up in a search. But they all know I wouldn't and couldn't ask them to submit to such an indignity." Tyrene scowled. "I simply haven't a clue as to why the knife was dropped."