“That’s right. You escaped and Hump ran away. That left me, Peter, Edward and Micky.”
“What happened after I left?” Hugh said impatiently.
“I got out and threw a stone at Edward. It was a lucky shot: it hit him square in the middle of the forehead, and drew blood. It caused him to leave off tormenting Peter and come after me. I scrambled up the side of the quarry, trying to get away from him.”
“Edward was never light on his feet, even then,” Hugh observed.
“That’s right. I got well ahead of him, then halfway up I looked back. Micky was continuing to bully Peter. Peter had swum to the side and was trying to get out of the water, but Micky kept pushing his head under. I only glanced at them for a moment, but I could see very clearly what was going on. Then I continued to climb.”
He took another sip of the wine. “When I got to the rim of the quarry I looked back again. Edward was still coming after me but he was a long way behind and I had time to catch my breath.” Tonio paused, and an expression of revulsion crossed his scarred face. “By this time Micky was in the water with Peter. What I saw — perfectly clearly, and I can see it in my memory now as if it were yesterday — was Micky holding Peter under the water. Peter was thrashing about, but Micky had Peter’s head under his arm and Peter couldn’t break the hold. Micky was drowning him. There is absolutely no doubt about it. It was straightforward murder.”
“Dear God,” Hugh breathed.
Tonio nodded. “It makes me feel ill to think of it even now. I stared at them for I don’t know how long. Edward almost caught me. Peter had stopped thrashing about, and was just struggling feebly, when Edward reached the rim of the quarry and I had to run away.”
“So that’s how Peter died.” Hugh was stunned and horrified.
“Edward followed me through the woods a little way, but he was puffed out and I shook him off. Then I found you.”
Hugh remembered the thirteen-year-old Tonio wandering through Bishop’s Wood, naked, wet, carrying his clothes and sobbing. The memory brought back the shock and pain he had suffered later that same day, when he learned that his father was dead. “But why did you never tell anyone what you had seen?”
“I was afraid of Micky — afraid he’d do to me what he did to Peter. I’m still afraid of Micky — look at me now! You should be afraid of him too.”
“I am, don’t worry.” Hugh was thoughtful. “You know, I don’t believe Edward and his mother know the truth about this.”
“What makes you say so?”
“They had no reason to cover up for Micky.”
Tonio looked dubious. “Edward might have, out of friendship.”
“Perhaps — although I doubt he could have kept the secret more than a day or two. Anyway, Augusta knew that the story they told, about Edward trying to rescue Peter, was a lie.”
“How did she know that?”
“My mother told her, and I told my mother. Which means that Augusta was involved in covering up the truth. Now, I can believe that Augusta would tell any amount of lies for the sake of her son — but not for Micky. In those days she didn’t even know him.”
“So what do you think happened?”
Hugh frowned. “Imagine this. Edward gives up chasing you and goes back to the swimming hole. He finds Micky dragging Peter’s body out of the water. As Edward arrives, Micky says: ‘You fool, you’ve killed him!’ Remember, Edward hasn’t seen Micky holding Peter’s head under. Micky pretends that Peter was so exhausted by Edward’s ducking that he could swim no longer and he just drowned. ‘What am I going to do?’ says Edward. Micky says: ‘Don’t worry. We’ll say it was an accident. In fact, we’ll say you jumped in and tried to rescue him.’ Micky thereby covers up his own crime and earns the undying gratitude of both Edward and Augusta. Does that make sense?”
Tonio nodded. “By God, I think you’re right.”
“We must go to the police,” Hugh said angrily.
“To what purpose?”
“You’re witness to a murder. The fact that it happened thirteen years ago makes no difference. Micky must be brought to book.”
“You’re forgetting something. Micky has diplomatic immunity.”
Hugh had not thought of that. As the Cordovan Minister, Micky could not be put on trial in Britain. “He could still be disgraced and sent home.”
Tonio shook his head. “I’m the only witness. Micky and Edward will both tell a different story. And it’s well known that Micky’s family and mine are sworn enemies back home. If it had happened yesterday we’d have trouble convincing anyone.” Tonio paused. “But you might want to tell Edward that he’s not a murderer.”
“I don’t think he’d believe me. He’d suspect me of trying to stir up trouble between him and Micky. There is one person I must tell, though.”
“Who?”
“David Middleton.”
“Why?”
“I think he’s entitled to know how his brother died,” Hugh said. “He questioned me about it at the duchess of Tenbigh’s ball. He was rather rude, in fact. But I said that if I knew the truth I would be honor-bound to tell him. I’ll go and see him today.”
“Do you think he’ll go to the police?”
“I assume he’ll see that it would be pointless, as you and I have realized.” Suddenly he felt oppressed by the drab hospital ward and the grim talk of past murder. “I’d better go to work.” He stood up. “I’m going to be made a partner in the bank.”
“Congratulations! I’m sure you deserve it.” Tonio suddenly looked hopeful. “Will you be able to stop the Santamaria railroad?”
Hugh shook his head. “I’m sorry, Tonio. Much as I dislike the project, I can’t do anything about it now. Edward has made a deal with Greenbournes Bank to float the bonds jointly. The partners of both banks have approved the issue and contracts are being drawn up. I’m afraid we’ve lost that battle.”
“Damn.” Tonio was crestfallen.
“Your family will have to find other ways to oppose the Mirandas.”
“I fear they may be unstoppable.”
“I’m sorry,” Hugh repeated. A new thought struck him and he frowned in puzzlement. “You know, you’ve solved a mystery for me. I couldn’t understand how Peter drowned when he was such a good swimmer. But your answer is an even greater mystery.”
“I’m not sure I follow you.”
“Think about it. Peter was innocently swimming; Edward ducked him, just out of general nastiness; we all ran away; Edward gave chase — and then Micky cold-bloodedly killed Peter.
“I see what you mean. Yes, it’s puzzled me for years.”
“Micky Miranda murdered Peter Middleton … but why?”
CHAPTER FIVE JULY
AUGUSTA WAS LIKE A HEN that had laid an egg on the day Joseph’s peerage was announced. Micky went to the house at teatime as usual and found the drawing room crowded with people congratulating her on becoming Countess Whitehaven. Her butler Hastead was wearing a smug smile and saying “my lady” and “your ladyship” at every opportunity.
She was amazing, Micky thought as he watched everyone buzzing around her like the bees in the sunny
