whole subject was in appalling taste-she knew that before she even approached it.
'That must be a great relief to you all,' she said politely. It was a sliding away; she was beginning to talk inanities. Where were Emily and Aunt Vespasia? Why couldn't they come to the
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rescue-either take Fanny away or else pursue the real nature of Arthur with Esmond Vanderley themselves? 'Of course one never gets over the loss,' she added hastily.
'I suppose not,' Vanderley answered civilly. 'I saw Arthur quite often. One does in a family, of course. But, as I said before, I was not especially fond of him.'
Suddenly, Charlotte had an idea. She turned to Fanny.
'Fanny, I'm terribly thirsty, but I don't wish to be drawn into conversation with the lady by the table. Would you be so kind as to fetch me a glass of punch?'
'Of course,' Fanny said immediately. 'Some of those people are awful, aren't they? There's one over there in the blue shiny gown who talks of nothing but her ailments, and it's not as if they were even interesting, like rare diseases-just vapors, like anyone else.' And she left on her errand.
Charlotte faced Vanderley. Fanny would only be gone a few minutes, although with luck, since she was a child, she would be served last.
'How refreshingly honest you are,' Charlotte said, trying to be as charming as she could but feeling self-conscious and rather ridiculous. 'So many people pretend to have loved the dead and seen only virtue in them whatever they actually felt when they were alive.'
He smiled with a slight twist. 'Thank you. I admit it is a relief to confess that I saw in poor Arthur plenty that I did not care for.'
'At least they have caught the man who killed him,' she went on. 'I suppose there is no question about it-he is definitely guilty? I mean the police are perfectly satisfied and that is an end to it? Now you will be left alone.'
' 'No question at all.' Then a thought seemed to flash into his mind. He hesitated, looked at her face, then took a deep breath. 'At least I don't imagine so. There was a peculiarly persistent policeman who made the inquiries, but I cannot see what else he could want to find now.'
Charlotte assumed a look of amazement. Heaven help her if he realized who she was.
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dreadful! How perfectly appalling for you! If it wasn't the man they have, who can it have been?'
'God knows!' Vanderley looked pale. 'Quite frankly, Arthur could be a beastly little animal! They say the tutor was his lover, you know. Sorry if I shock you.' It was an afterthought; he has suddenly remembered she was a woman who might possibly not even know of such things. 'They say he seduced the boy into unnatural practices. Possibly, but I wouldn't be totally surprised if Arthur was the one who did the seducing, and the poor man was drawn into it, flattered, and then ignored. Or maybe Arthur did that to someone else, and it was an old lover who killed him in a fit of jealousy. Now there's a thought! He might even have been a thoroughgoing little whore! Sorry-I am shocking you, Mrs.-I was so taken with your gown the other evening, I cannot now recall your name!'
'Oh!' Charlotte's mind raced for an answer. 'I am Lady Ashworth's sister.' That at least would make it seem unlikely she had any connection with the police. Again she felt her face scald with embarrassment.
'Then I apologize for such a-a violent and rather obscene discussion, Lady Ashworth's sister!' A smile of genuine amusement flickered over his face. 'But you invited it, and if your own sister was murdered you are already acquainted with the less pleasant side of investigations.'
'Oh, yes, of course.' Charlotte said, still blushing. He was fair; she had invited it. 'I'm not shocked,' she said quickly. 'But it is a very unpleasant thought that your nephew was such a-a warped person as you suggest.'
'Arthur? Yes, isn't it. It's a pity someone has to hang for him, even a particularly unlovable Latin master with a temperament like vinegar. Poor wretch-still, I daresay if he weren't convicted, he'd have gone on and seduced other boys. Apparently, he interfered with Arthur's younger brother, too- and Titus Swynford. Shouldn't have done that. If Arthur dumped
