The Frost Fair

money, you see. I reward them with something far more valuable. They have the pleasure of my company and no man could set a price on that.' His eyelids narrowed. 'I hope that you've not come to arrest me for debt. If that's the case, I've money in my purse to pay the fellow.'

    'He'd rather have it from your hand than mine,' said Jonathan. 'No, Captain Harvest, I'm not here to arrest you on the landlord's behalf. I came to ask you a few more questions about the murder.'

    'You know my view. Henry Redmayne is guilty.'

    'I talked to Mr Crenlowe and Sir Humphrey Godden on the subject.'

    'Then they doubtless swore that he was innocent.'

    'Mr Crenlowe did rather more than that, sir.'

    'Oh?'

    'He wondered who the real killer might be.'

    'You already have him in custody.' 'Not according to Mr Crenlowe and he struck me as an intelligent man. He said that you are a more likely assassin than Mr Redmayne.'

    'Me?' He gave a laugh of disbelief. 'Why ever should Martin think that?'

    'He was making a judgement of your character.'

    'Did Sir Humphrey agree with him?'

    'No,' said Jonathan. 'He could not see that you'd have a motive.'

    'Nobody had a stronger motive than me to keep Jeronimo Maldini alive,' asserted Harvest, tapping his own chest. 'His fencing school was a godsend to me in many ways. I not only earned some money there, I made the acquaintance of the kind of people I like.'

    'People who will lend you money?'

    'Those who are too wealthy to ask for it back, Mr Bale.' The horse moved sharply sideways and Jonathan leaped out of its way. 'I see you are not a riding man,' said Harvest, patting the flank of the animal to ease it back. 'The two best friends any soldier can have are a good sword and a fine horse.'

    'I always fought on foot, sir.'

    'That explains a lot about you.'

    'Let's return to Mr Crenlowe. How do you answer his accusation?'

    'With contempt and outrage,' rejoined the other, eyes ablaze. 'What proof did Martin offer? None, I'll wager, because none exists. When I left the Elephant that night, I went straight to friends. They'll vouch for Captain Harvest.'

    'That brings me to another point.'

    'What else does that cringing goldsmith allege against me?'

    'Nothing at all.'

    'I'll crack his head open if he dares to blacken my name.'

    'What exactly is that name, sir?'

    'You know full well. I'm Captain James Harvest.'

    'And you've always been a soldier?'

    'Yes,' declared the other with pride. 'I fought three times under the Royalist flag then went abroad until the country came to its senses. When King Charles took his rightful place on the throne, I served the army on the Continent. I'm a soldier through and through, Mr Bale.'

    'Then it's strange that there's so little record of you.'

    'Record?' 'I have a close friend who works as a clerk for the army,' said Jonathan, 'and I asked him a favour. He went back through all the muster rolls that he could find but there was no mention anywhere of a James Harvest, either as a captain or holding any other rank. Which regiment did you serve, sir?'

    'Do you doubt my word?' blustered the other.

    'Frankly, I do.'

    'I don't have to explain myself to you, Mr Bale.'

    'It's Henry Redmayne who deserves the explanation, sir. He took you for what you appear to be and was grossly deceived. Do you remember what you first said to me?'

    Harvest scowled. 'I regret that I ever saw you.'

    'You assured me that Mr Redmayne was guilty of the murder and that you'd stake your reputation on it.' Jonathan grasped him by the arm. 'How can you do that when you have no reputation?'

    'Take your hand off me!'

    'How can you be Captain James Harvest when no such person exists?'

    'Leave go!'

    'It's my duty to place you under arrest, sir.'

    'Damn you!'

    'I think that you have some explaining to do.'

    'Get off, man!'

    Tugging hard on the reins, he brought his horse around in a semicircle so that its flank buffeted Jonathan and sent him reeling. The other man had his foot in the stirrup in an instant. Before the constable could recover, the counterfeit soldier mounted the horse then jabbed his heels into the animal. It cantered off down the street. Annoyed that he had let his man escape, Jonathan was nevertheless philosophical. He felt that he had made definite progress.

    Susan Cheever was given an opportunity much sooner than she dared to hope. The coach ride from Richmond had been such a trial for Mrs Cardinal that she took to a day-bed as soon as they reached their destination. Her son stood by to see if his mother required anything, leaving Susan to get acquainted with her hosts. Lord Eames was a distinguished old man with silver hair, kind, cordial and endlessly obliging, but his wife, the frail Lady Eames, though delighted to welcome the guests, was troubled by deafness. Their palatial house was in the Strand and its relative proximity to Fetter Lane was too great a temptation for Susan to resist. Excusing herself to rest after the rigours of the journey, Susan retired to her room then waited a decent interval before slipping down the backstairs and leaving through the rear door of the house. Spurning the danger of being unaccompanied, she walked briskly until she reached Christopher Redmayne's house. Jacob shepherded her into the parlour. He was very surprised to see her.

    'I thought you had gone to your sister in Richmond,' he said.

    'Chance brought me back to London again.'

    'I'm pleased to hear it. Mr Redmayne will be delighted.'

    'How long is he likely to be?' asked Susan. 'I cannot tarry.'

    'I expect him home very soon, Miss Cheever. He went off to visit his brother in Newgate and then dine with his father. The Dean arrived here yesterday. I believe that the two of them were going to visit the lawyer this afternoon.'

    Susan was dismayed. Anxious to see Christopher again to hear his news, she was less enthralled at the prospect of doing so in the presence of his father. She had never met the old man but had heard enough about him to suspect that he would add a sombre note to the occasion. Susan could hardly express her affection for his son in the shadow of the Dean of Gloucester. In the event, her fears were unfounded. Christopher returned alone on horseback and was met by Jacob at the door. When he realised that she was there, the architect positively bounded into the parlour and embraced his visitor.

    'What are you doing here?' he asked.

    'Take off your hat and cloak, and I might tell you.'

    'At once, Susan.'

    When he removed his cloak, she saw that he wore a dagger as well as a sword.

    'You are well-armed today,' she said.

    'Of necessity,' he explained, removing his rapier. 'I also took the precaution of travelling by horse. He'll not catch me unawares again.'

    'Who?'

    'The man who tried to kill me.'

    Susan reached out for him in alarm and he held her hands. Leading her to a chair, he sat her down and told her about the incident on the bank of the river. She was even more upset. Susan could not understand why he was so calm about it.