“You didn’t like Peregrine very much. You punished him at every opportunity.”
“Who told you that?”
Oh, dear…how to answer?
“It was rumored in Owlhurst.”
He turned away from me. “Peregrine was the most difficult pupil I’ve ever encountered. It took all of my skill and most of my patience to teach him. You have no way to measure what I endured.”
“You could have quit. You could have walked away.”
He turned to face me. “I liked the three younger sons. Why should I refuse to teach them? Why should I punish them for their brother’s deficiencies?”
“That’s rather arrogant, don’t you think?”
“Not at all. I’m a good teacher.”
“What if I told you that it’s very likely that it wasn’t Peregrine who killed Lily Mercer, although he was judged and punished for it. If you were such a good teacher, why didn’t you question his guilt? Why didn’t you see through the tangle of evidence and realize that it was not Peregrine, that it couldn’t have been him. Couldn’t you tell that he was drugged while he was in London? Surely there were signs, some indication in the character of one of the other boys that warned you to look in his direction. And what about that visit to a specialist, who could help Peregrine? There had been excursions to the zoo and the Tower, why hadn’t there been time to take Peregrine for examination?”
“I was well paid to educate four youths,” he retorted angrily. “I wasn’t paid to tell my employer that one of her sons was deficient in character-”
“Then you did doubt Peregrine’s guilt.”
“Not for an instant. I walked in the door, found the police in the house, and Peregrine Graham spattered with the girl’s blood. It was the most shocking experience of my life, let me tell you. The atmosphere was highly charged. Mrs. Graham was very emotional, on the verge of breaking down. The police were as shocked as I was. And Peregrine stood there with a dazed expression, not a word of regret, not a word in his own defense. Robert Douglas was a rock, I stood in admiration of his quiet ability to keep the household calm. I wasted no time on doubt, I saw the proof with my own eyes.”
“Perhaps not then. But later. Later you wondered. If you were a good judge of young people, as a teacher should be, you began to question what you’d seen and been told. Other things happened, to cast doubt on Peregrine’s guilt. Why didn’t you do something?”
A flicker of acknowledgment crossed his face. For the first time I saw the truth exposed-he couldn’t hide it, however much he tried. It was gone in a flash. And then rage took over. I thought for an instant he would strike me, he was so furious. I wondered how much of that fury was shame, because he hadn’t liked Peregrine, and at first had been glad to be rid of him. And later, he still said nothing, because he enjoyed his comfortable position with the Graham family too much to jeopardize it.
I wanted to ask him which of his charges was a murderer, but I didn’t dare.
He walked away from me, his shoulders so stiff with his anger that he seemed to strut. But I thought it was more the desire to lash out at me, held in check because I was a woman and this was a very public place.
I waited, in the expectation that he might turn, that he might get himself under control and protest that I’d got it wrong. But Mr. Appleby knew he’d already betrayed too much. He wasn’t going to risk betraying more.
I went back to the motorcar, drawing in a deep breath as I took my seat.
Ram said, “That man was very angry indeed.” He turned, his eyes anxious. “Is all well?”
“I don’t know,” I said slowly. “Take me home, if you please.”
We drove sedately out of Chilham, down the hill and toward the road west. I had stirred up a hornet’s nest. Pray God I wasn’t the one who was stung as a result.
We stopped on the way back to the Crawford house. I wanted to make sure that Peregrine had all he needed for a visit there.
It took me three quarters of an hour to find everything on my mental list, and I was rather pleased with the result. I’d had no luck in finding evening dress, but then Melinda had never been a stickler for dressing for dinner. She would accept Peregrine’s uniform.
Ram was waiting for me near Rochester Castle, and I paid the boy from the haberdashers a shilling for carrying my bundles and packages for me. He had struggled up the hill under his burden and was breathing hard by the time we’d stowed them safely in the motorcar.
He stared at Ram and said, “Who’s that, then?”
“My driver. He’s from India.”
“Does he have an elephant?”
“Once upon a time, he may have.”
Satisfied, the boy ran off.
Ram chuckled. But I was struck by something else.
Melinda Crawford’s driver must be unique in Kent… I should have insisted on hiring someone else. Someone who attracted no attention.
I settled back for the drive to Melinda’s house. It was too late to worry about today, but tomorrow I’d do things differently.
As we turned up the drive, I realized that I’d missed my lunch and was looking forward to tea.
Shanta greeted me and took my coat and gloves.
“Ram has packages that belong in Lieutenant Graham’s room,” I told her.
“Memsahib is in her sitting room. Will you have your tea now or later?”
“Now,” I said, and walked on to the sitting room. I discovered our tea had already been brought in.
“Peregrine will be down shortly. He was asleep when Shanta went to his room. Are you sure he’s well? That he doesn’t need to see a doctor?”
“I think he’s surviving on his will alone. But he’s not coughing as much, and I don’t think he’s feverish. Sleep is the best medicine, and good food.”
“What did you accomplish today?”
“I made Mr. Appleby very angry,” I said. “When I suggested that, after Peregrine had been dealt with and the household had returned to nearly normal, he had doubts about what had been done so quickly and without fuss.”
“But he gave you no feeling for which boy he suspected?”
“Sadly no. He’s an arrogant man, he takes great pride in being a good teacher, but I agree with what someone else said-he’s really second-rate. I don’t think Mrs. Graham wanted a sharp mind seeing through-”
I could hear the rasp of the door knocker.
“Who can be calling at this hour?” Melinda demanded testily. “No, don’t get up, my dear, Shanta will send them away.”
“My father-”
“-is in Somerset, I should think.”
But the sitting room door burst open, and brushing Shanta aside, there stood Jonathan Graham, backed by two burly police constables.
The raw, puckered scar across his face accentuated his determined expression. He knew what he wanted, and he was set on getting it.
“I’ve come to fetch my brother,” Jonathan said.
Melinda drew herself up to her full height and said, “I beg your pardon. Constable Mason, what is the meaning of this abrupt and very rude intrusion?”
I stood there, astonished, unable to believe my eyes. And then I collected my wits.
He’s guessing-he’s not sure-
The Colonel Sahib firmly believed in a sharp counterattack when the enemy began a tentative probe.
And so I did just that. “Your brother is dead. So I’ve been told. If you wish to know why I’ve been asking questions about what happened in London fourteen years ago, it’s because I’m not convinced that the real murderer was ever caught. Then there’s Ted Booker’s suicide-I have a strong feeling that he was murdered. It’s not remotely
