The Weed That Strings the Hangman's Bag

Suddenly he whirled round to face her.

'Damn it all, Lissy,' he said, in a voice so strong I think it surprised even him. 'It isn't always easy for them. No ... it isn't always easy for them.'

I think my mouth fell open as his closed.

Dear old Father! I could have hugged him, and if either of us had been other than who we were, I think I might have.

Aunt Felicity went back to rummaging among the papers.

'Statutory legacies ... personal chattels,' she said with a sniff. 'Where will it all end?'

'Flavia,' Feely said, as I passed the open door of the drawing room, 'a moment?'

She sounded suspiciously civil. She was up to something.

As I stepped inside, Daffy, who had been standing near the door, closed it softly behind me.

'We've been waiting for you,' Feely said. 'Please sit down.'

'I'd rather not,' I said. They had both remained standing, putting me at a disadvantage when it came to sudden flight.

'As you wish,' Feely said, sitting down behind a small table and putting on her eyeglasses. Daffy stood with her back pressed against the door.

'I'm afraid we have some rather bad news for you,' Feely said, toying with her spectacles like a judge at the Old Bailey.

I said nothing.

'While you've been gadding about the countryside, we've held a meeting, and we've all of us decided that you must go.'

'In short, we've voted you out of the family,' Daffy said. 'It was unanimous.'

'Unanimous?' I said. 'This is just another of your stupid--'

'Dogger, of course, pleaded for leniency, but he was overruled by Aunt Felicity, who has more weight in these matters. He wanted you to be allowed to stay until the end of the week, but I'm afraid we can't permit it. It's been decided that you're to be gone by sundown.'

'But--'

'Father has given instructions to Mr. Pringle, his solicitor, to draw up a Covenant of Reversion, which means, of course, that you will be returned to the Home for Unwed Mothers, who will have no option but to take you back.'

'Because of the Covenant, you see,' Daffy said. 'It's in their Constitution. They can't say no. They can't refuse.'

I clenched my fists as I felt the tears beginning to well up in my eyes. It was no good waiting upon reason.

I shoved Daffy roughly away from the door.

'Have you eaten those chocolates yet?' I demanded of Feely.

She was somewhat taken aback by the harshness in my voice.

'Well, no ...,' she said.

'Better not,' I spat. 'They might be poisoned.'

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I knew I'd done the wrong thing.

Blast it! I'd given myself away. All that work in my laboratory wasted!

Flavia, I thought, sometimes you're no brighter than a lightning-struck lizard.

Angry with myself for being angry, I stalked out of the room on general principles, and nobody tried to stop me.

I took a deep breath, relaxed my shoulders, and opened the kitchen door.

'Flavia,' Mrs. Mullet called, 'be a dear and fetch me a glass of sherry from the pantry. I've gone all-over strange. Not too much, mind, or else I shall be tipsy.'

She was stretched full length in a chair by the window, her heels on the tiles, fanning herself with a small frying pan.

I did as I was bidden, and she gulped down the drink in a flash.

'What is it, Mrs. M?' I asked. 'What's happened?'

'The police, dearie. They gave me such a turn, comin' for that young woman like they did.'

'What young woman? You mean Nialla?'

She nodded glumly, waggling her empty glass. I refilled it.

'Such a dear, she is. Never done nobody no harm. She rapped at the kitchen door to thank me, and Alf, of course, for puttin' her up the night. Said she was movin' on--didn't want us to think she was ungrateful, like. No more the words were out of her mouth than that there Inspector whatsis--'

'Hewitt,' I said.

'Hewitt. That's 'im--that's the one ... 'E shows up in the doorway right behind 'er. Spotted 'er comin' across from the coach house, 'e did.'