“She was talking to Mr. Claverham, was she?”
“Yes, he wanted to get rid of her so that …”
“But Mr. Claverham was in Scotland five days before she died. So she could not have been talking to him, could she?”
“She was. I heard her.”
“Tell us … who is your father?”
A smile crossed her face. “He is a prince,” she said.
“So you are a princess?”
“Oh yes, sir.”
“Your name is Mabel.”
“It was given to me when they took me away.”
“Who took you away?”
“It was robbers. They kidnapped me.”
“And you were a princess … from Buckingham Palace?”
There was a faint titter throughout the court. I was breathing more freely. Mabel was proving herself to be deranged.
“Yes,” she said. “That’s right.”
“Would you be Princess Victoria … Marie Louise … Beatrice?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
Poor Mabel! And but for Gertie, she might have been taken seriously. Now no one could doubt that Mabel’s evidence was worthless.
Lady Constance came next.
Had she noticed any suicidal tendencies in her daughter-in-law?
“When she was in acute pain, I think she might have been tempted to kill herself,” said Lady Constance. “I don’t think there was anything unusual about that. She suffered intense pain.”
“Had she ever talked to you of taking her life?”
“Oh no. She would not talk to me of that.”
“She was feeling better at the time. There was hope of a cure.”
“Yes. She was feeling hopeful.”
“It seems hardly likely that she would have taken her life at such a time.”
“Hardly likely,” agreed Lady Constance.
“But before she heard this, you think she might have been tempted to do so?”
“She might … with years of pain stretching out before her. Anyone might have considered it.”
“But in the more hopeful circumstances, most people would be prepared to go on enduring it for a little while longer.”
“I think that is so.”
“You lived under the same roof. She was your daughter-in-law. You must have known her well.”
“I knew her.”
“Do you think she was the sort of person to take her own life?”
“Not unless …”
“Please go on.”
“There was a mistake.”
“What sort of mistake?”
“There was an occasion when I was with her. It must have been about three months ago. She was in pain and had taken two pills. She drank the water containing two dissolved pills and put the glass back on the top of the cabinet. Then she lay back. I thought I should stay with her until the pain subsided and she slept, which she usually did after taking the pills. The pain seemed to be particularly acute and the pills took a few minutes to work. She turned to the cabinet and poured out water and had dropped two pills into the glass before I realized she intended to take them. I cried out: ‘You have just had two!’ If I had not been there she would have taken the others and killed herself then. I think this may have been what she did on the day she died.”
It was clear that Lady Constance’s evidence was making a profound impression on the court.
“Did you mention this incident to anyone?”
“No. I thought it would worry my son and my husband.”
“Did you think it was unsafe to leave the pills there where Mrs. Claverham could reach them so easily?”
“I did consider that, but since she needed the pills immediately and might not be able to ring the bell for a servant to get them for her … and there might not be a servant in the kitchen at that time to hear the bell, I thought it better to leave things as they were.”
“So you decided not to do anything about it, and the pills were left in the cabinet, and there was always a glass and jug of water ready for use?”
“I was wrong perhaps. But I understood that it was very necessary for her to take the pills immediately the pain started. I knew that if they were not available, my daughter-in-law would be thrown into a panic … which could, of course, bring on the pain.”
“Thank you, Lady Constance.”
Dr. Doughty was recalled.
“How long did it take for the pills to dissolve?” they wanted to know.
“A matter of seconds.”
“How long did it take before they had an effect?”
“It could vary.”
“On the pain?”
“On that and other things. The state of the patient’s health at the time. The mental state …”
“And the effect of the pills could have produced drowsiness … forgetfulness?”
“Indeed it could.”
“So Mrs. Claverham could possible have taken two pills, and then another two in, say, five minutes?”
“That is possible.”
“And perhaps in her agitation let fall more than two into the water?”
“That is also possible.”
“Thank you, Dr. Doughty.”
We waited in trepidation. Marie-Christine had taken my hand and was holding it firmly. I knew what was in our minds. What would the verdict be? Murder against some person or persons unknown? Roderick? Myself?
How much attention had been paid to Mabel’s account?
She had been discredited, but what impression had her words left behind? Lady Constance’s words had had a great effect, and she had spoken in such a precise, authoritative manner—in great contrast to Mabel. I had felt the mood of the court changing as she spoke. I was sickened by the thought of what might be awaiting us. I thought of all the probing questions … the answers which could seem damaging. I thought of the danger to Roderick … and us all.
I could not help remembering that day when Lisa Fennell had fallen under my mother’s carriage, when she had forced her way into our lives. And now she was dead, and still threatening, from the grave.
When the relief came it was overpowering. Lady Constance’s evidence had carried great weight. Mabel’s had been dismissed.
The verdict of the coroner’s court was Accidental Death.
Confession
It is six years since that day in the courtroom, but it still comes back to me, and I will find myself shuddering with fear. There has been so much happiness in these last years, but it has not been completely unclouded.
Over us all at Leverson has hung the shadow of doubt. There have been times in the night when I have awakened suddenly to find myself back in the past. I will cry out. Roderick comforts me. He does not need to ask what haunts me. He will say: “It is over, my darling. It is finished. We have to forget.”
How did it happen? I ask myself. How did she die? Who put those pills into the glass? Was it Lisa herself? I cannot accept that, however much I try.
I cling to Roderick. He is there … safe … beside me. I am comforted, but I cannot stop my thoughts.
I say to myself: It must have been Lisa … not wittingly, of course. It must have been as Lady Constance had suggested in her evidence, which had been a turning point. She had spoken with such conviction.
The verdict had been a blessing to us all, who had been under the cloud of suspicion. It was an end to the matter … no, not an end, as we learned. But there would be no more probing, no more awkward questions asked. It was a kind of peace, punctured by our consciences. We had wanted her to go … and she had.
We had come out of that courtroom intoxicated with relief. But the doubts remained, and they had been with us these six years.
One year after that verdict, Roderick and I had married. What had happened had had its effect on us all. Marie-Christine had been overjoyed, but she seemed to brood now and then, and there were secrets in her eyes. She could no longer be called a child. There was a shadow over her as with us all.