must—” His gaze flickered to the others present. He lowered his voice. “We must speak more at a later time.”
Elizabeth held out the pocketwatch. “Meanwhile, you deserve to have this back. I’m sorry I withheld it from you.”
To her surprise, he shook his head. “Keep it. Despite popular belief, the pentagram is not a symbol of evil, but of protection. That amulet kept you safe from harm today — may it continue to do so.”
“It did not keep Mr. Kendall safe,” she pointed out.
“Because it was planted in his hand after his death, just as the symbols were inscribed after the murder took place. Mr. Kendall was stabbed in the back by a common thief”—he cast a derisive look at Parrish—“who also snatched my watch right out of my pocket just after I tried to use it to help Mrs. Parrish. I didn’t notice its absence until dinnertime, and it was the next day before I realized how I’d lost it.” He addressed Parrish. “You stole it before the murder. Did you intend to frame me then? Or merely prevent me from using the amulet again?”
Parrish shrugged insolently. A prod from Darcy opened his mouth. “The latter. Leaving it in Kendall’s hand was a lastminute stroke of inspiration.”
“When the watch was found, I knew the killer had tried to implicate me,” Randolph continued. “And I knew the murderer must have been Mr. Parrish. He was familiar with my amulet, had seen it many times, but had taken little interest in passive, guardian magics — he wanted to learn only of devices that enable one to act upon others. Had I been a better teacher, I would have realized his malicious intentions sooner. But had he been a better student, he would have chosen a more appropriate symbol to aid his crime.”
The sound of footfalls on the stairs soon led to the entrance of Miss Kendall and the constable. The snow- covered peace officer had not even paused to leave his greatcoat with a servant. “I hear you’ve found the murderer?” His eyes widened as they took in the image of Frederick Parrish bound to the bedpost. He turned to Darcy. “It was Mr. Parrish? Are you certain, sir?”
“Mr. Kendall knew that Parrish wasn’t who he claimed to be,” Darcy said. “He has no plantation in America, and he is wanted under the name Jack Diamond for murder and other crimes there.” Darcy helped the constable handcuff Parrish. “Mr. Kendall threatened to expose you to us, did he not?”
“Kendall was a greedy bastard,” said Parrish. “He got what he deserved.”
“So will you.”
When all the others had exited the room, Darcy drew Elizabeth to him and kissed her.
“I hope you will forgive me,” he said. “Else it will be a long ride to Derbyshire.”
“With sufficient atonement, I may be persuaded,” she said lightly, her expression revealing that he’d already been acquitted.
“How can I make amends?”
She pretended to think a moment. “If you produce a nice enough gift on Christmas morning, perhaps I shan’t make you ride the
“But by Christmas morning we already will have made the journey.” He smiled as her look of puzzlement was quickly overcome by one of hopeful anticipation. “Can you be ready to depart by this afternoon?”
“I am ready this instant.”
“Mr Darcy sends you all the love in the world, that he can spare from me. You are all to come to Pemberley at Christmas.”
Happy for all their domestic feelings was the day on which Mr. and Mrs. Darcy set off from Netherfield to spend Christmas at Pemberley. They had not an hour to waste, and exhausted the horses in the journey, but even the animals seemed relieved to reach home after so long a sojourn. Georgiana and the Gardiners met them with much elation, and all enjoyed a merry Yuletide free of the unpleasant people and events of recent weeks.
Mr. Parrish experienced the hospitality of the Hertfordshire county jail for months while he awaited trial. Although the paranormal details of his crimes were withheld from common knowledge, the miscreant’s other acts proved sufficient to convict him in the court of public opinion well in advance of his appearance in the court of law. As word of his treachery spread, all the
Caroline remained at Netherfield to recover from her ordeal and petition for a divorce from her frog prince. The disgrace of her marriage chastened her little; free of the ring’s effects, she was soon restored to her usual charming self, and took pleasure once more in derisive commentary on country society. Unfortunately, she was left to make her snide observations alone, as the Hursts departed for the Continent to live amongst other genteel expatriates fleeing high gambling debts. Louisa wrote to her brother with hints that a few extra pounds would greatly increase their comfort, and to her sister with suggestions that a French suitor might prove just the antidote for her American
Jane and Bingley, their house cleared of guests save Caroline, at last knew relative peace. Lest the newlyweds grow bored at Netherfield without murder and mayhem to fill their days, Mrs. Bennet’s frequent visits and the servants’ misguided eagerness worked in concert to keep life interesting. As soon as spring arrived, they undertook with alacrity the search for a new home.
Juliet Kendall enjoyed increased popularity following the Parrish scandal. In the convenient memory of the
Professor Randolph managed to escape guilt by association with Mr. Parrish, and was generally considered another unfortunate victim of the rogue’s duplicity. Aided by the patronage of Lord Chatfield, and Mr. Darcy’s suggestion that he would do well to keep his specialty quiet, he secured a position as the British Museum’s first resident archeologist. He immediately commenced planning his next expedition, an investigation into several standing stone ruins in the north country.
Darcy, having witnessed with his own eyes the supernatural effects of the rings, was forced to concede to Elizabeth that there were things of this world that transcend the ability of science to explain. He continued, however, to believe in the superiority of reason over intuition. He also continued to train with his fencing master whenever business summoned him to London, in the unlikely event that he would ever again be called upon to defend himself with a fire poker.
Elizabeth met the demands of her new role as mistress of Pemberley with grace and aptitude. Her days were busy, but she took pleasure in the occupation. As time passed and the intrigue at Netherfield faded into memory, she could hardly believe herself that the eerie events she’d experienced had been more than a chapter in a gothic novel. She was content to set aside thoughts of plots and portents for more mundane concerns: the simple pleasures of home and hearth, and a new husband whose devotion to her was matched only by the affection she bore for him.
In quiet moments, however, she sometimes withdrew Professor Randolph’s amulet and pondered his parting words to her. “I believe you have a gift,” he had said. “A very powerful one. Should you ever choose to cultivate it, let me know.”
Perhaps one day she would.
