Either you are right or you are mistaken in this. If you are mistaken, there is no point in pursuing it, and you may damage the reputations of good men who have already suffered deeply in the loss of those they loved. I speak in particular of Alan Argyll.' He spread his hands. 'But if you are right, then he has been the cause of Havilland's death, and now of Mary's and his own brother's, albeit he did not intend the latter. Surely you must see that in that case he is a most dangerous man and will not hesitate to harm you if he has the chance. And please do not be rash enough to suppose you can outwit him!' He turned to his wife, touching her shoulder. 'And for you, my dear, I am afraid I forbid you to endanger yourself in this way.' He smiled-a sweet, gentle gesture that lit his face, making his emotions unmistakable. 'Or in any other way.'
Rose's eyebrows shot up. 'Good gracious! What on earth do you imagine I am going to do? Go down a sewer and accuse some engineer of carelessness? Or perhaps visit Mr. Argyll in his mourning and tell him I think he is a murderer? Really, Morgan, credit me with a little sense! Mrs. Monk is primarily concerned with the safety of navvies, and that is a very right and proper thing for a member of Parliament's wife to care about as well-especially the wife of the member who is most involved with this work.' She rose to her feet and stood facing him very patiently. 'I shall be sociable and charitable. Mrs. Monk does great work for the poor and has served with Miss Nightingale, nursing soldiers. Who more appropriate to take with me when considering the injured?'
He looked bewildered. She had robbed him of argument, and yet he was obviously unhappy. Hester wondered why he was still quite clearly afraid for her.
'I promise you we shall not behave inappropriately,' Hester said to him, wishing to make him feel less apprehensive, but also knowing that without Rose's knowledge of Alan Argyll and of what Mary had already discussed, she had little chance of success.
There was something Applegate wished to say, and yet obviously he felt restrained. He looked at Rose again. 'Please be careful.'
'Of course I shall be careful!' she said with the very slightest edge of irritation. 'I am merely going to visit some of the men who have been injured in the past, and to whom Mary might have spoken.' She looked at Hester. 'What could we take them that would be useful and not condescending?'
'Honesty,' Hester replied. She took a deep breath. 'And perhaps a less fashionable gown?'
'Oh!' Rose blushed, glancing down at her beautiful dress. 'Yes, of course. This is quite inappropriate, isn't it! Will you excuse me for fifteen minutes? I'm sure I can find something better. Morgan, please don't spend the time trying to persuade Mrs. Monk that I am not suitable for this task. It would be humiliating for me. I like her, and I wish to impress her as competent.' She gave him a dazzling smile and kissed his cheek. 'Thank you, my dear.'
Hester mastered her expression with difficulty, reaching very quickly for a handkerchief and coughing into it to hide her smile.
Morgan Applegate blinked also, but he did not say anything.
After Rose had changed, Hester suggested that although it would take a little longer and definitely be a great deal less comfortable, it would be wiser if they were to travel by public omnibus rather than in Rose's carriage. The day was viciously cold, with intermittent sleet and snow piling in dirty drifts at the edges of gutters and walls and causing the drains to overflow, so everything was wet underfoot.
'Of course,' Rose agreed, her face reflecting momentary distaste. 'I shall appreciate my carriage more next time, I suppose.' Then she realized that Hester almost certainly did not have a carriage. 'I'm sorry!' she said, a tide of color washing up her cheeks.
Hester laughed. 'I had a carriage before I went to the Crimea,' she told her. 'Before the war my family had very comfortable means.'
'You lost it in the war?' They were walking briskly down the street towards the omnibus stop.
'My father did,' Hester replied as they passed two women going in the opposite direction. 'He was cheated out of it by a man who made a fortune doing that. He was an ex-army officer invalided out. A hero, so people trusted him.'
There was a quick sympathy in Rose's face, but she did not interrupt.
'My father took his own life.' Hester found it difficult to say, even so many years after. 'But there was no question about it. He felt it was the only honorable way to act… in the circumstances. My mother died shortly afterwards.'
'Oh!' Rose stopped still in the street, ignoring the spray of icy water from a passing carriage. 'How unbearable for you!'
'One has to bear it,' Hester replied, taking Rose's arm and moving her away from the edge of the curb. 'Doing something helps a great deal. The days pass, and it gets better. Do you think that was what Mary Havilland was doing?'
They started to walk again.
'No-no, I don't think so,' Rose said gravely. 'She was… too excited. She grieved terribly for her father, of course, but she really believed she was going to prove his innocence-I mean of… Oh!' It was a wail of horror at herself. She was aghast at her own clumsiness in piling one pain on top of another.
Hester was forced to smile. There was a ridiculous humor to it, in spite of the tragedy. 'I never thought my father acted dishonorably,' she said truthfully. 'In his mind he was paying the price for his error.'
'What happened to the soldier who…?'
'He was murdered, very violently, by someone else he had… robbed,' Hester answered, then changed the subject. 'What was Mary like? Please tell me the truth, not what kindness dictates because she is dead.'
Rose thought for a long time, in fact until they reached the omnibus stop and stood side by side waiting.
'I liked her,' she began. 'Which means that my opinion is probably not accurate. She was brave in her opinions, and in fighting for what she cared about. But she was afraid of certain kinds of failure.'
'I think we all are,' Hester agreed. 'There are things we can afford to lose, and things we know we can't and still stay whole at heart.'
Rose looked at her, then lowered her glance. 'I think Mary was afraid of being alone, but also of marrying someone she did not love. And she did not love Toby. I am not certain if in the end she even liked him. She preferred the safety of being a good daughter. She did that superbly.'
'And she thought there was no risk in it,' Hester added.
'Exactly.' Rose met her eyes again. 'But she never thought of her own danger in defending her father. I think her courage may have cost her her life.'
'You think Toby meant her to go over the bridge?'
'I know the Argyll brothers only socially. We've met maybe a dozen times in the last few months, but anyone could see they were very close. Toby was clever and ambitious. Alan was proud of him.'
'But Alan was a success already?'
'Very much. He is quite wealthy. And well regarded, so my husband says.' She frowned. 'Actually, his company's record of safety is excellent, better than that of many other companies. If Mary found anything untoward, then she must have been either very lucky or extraordinarily clever.'
The omnibus arrived and they climbed onboard awkwardly, struggling to hold wet skirts out of the way. They did not continue talking until they had found seats and the horses moved off again.
'Then it won't be easy,' Hester observed. 'I cannot help assuming that Mary was unusually intelligent and of a very practical turn of mind.'
'Yes, absolutely,' Rose agreed. 'In fact, she was a little unfeminine in her grasp of logic, mathematics, and such things as engineering. At least she was told so, and I think she believed it.'
'Did she care?'
'Yes. She was a little self-conscious,' Rose admitted. 'She was defensive about it, so I suppose that means she did. But that is the thing-the week or so before she died, she was more fully herself than ever before! She had realized that she had her father's gift for engineering and was happy with it.' Her face was very earnest. 'Mrs. Monk, she really was not going to kill herself!'
'Even if she had discovered her father to be mistaken?' Hester hated having to say it, but it would be not only dishonest but destructive of all they hoped to do, for themselves and for others, to conceal it now.
'I believe so,' Rose said without hesitation.
The omnibus reached the end of the line. They dismounted and walked briskly around the corner to the stop for the next one, which would take them as far as the hospital where most injured men would have been taken after
