'So why are you telling us?' said Fisher.
'To prove I've nothing to hide.'
'You were Blackstone's political adviser,' said Hawk. 'I've heard a lot about Blackstone's enemies, but so far nobody seems ready to actually name them. How about you?'
Dorimant shrugged. 'It's no secret, Captain Hawk. There's Geoffrey Tobias; he used to represent the Heights in Council before William took his seat away from him at the last election. Then there's the DeWitt brothers; they stand to lose a lot of money if William's bill becomes law. They own property down in the docks. It's in a foul state, and they've neither the money nor the inclination to make the repairs the bill will require. There's Hugh Carnell, the leading conservative on the Council; old and mean and hates change in general and William's changes in particular. I could go on, but why bother? You said yourself earlier on that no one could have got into the house to kill William. The murderer has to be one of us.'
'That's true,' said Hawk. 'But someone here could be in the pay of one of those enemies.'
'It's possible, I suppose,' said Dorimant. He didn't sound too convinced.
'Let's talk about Katherine and Bowman,' said Fisher. 'Do you think they're capable of murder?'
'We're all capable of murder,' said Dorimant. 'Providing we're pushed hard enough by something we want, or fear. Edward Bowman has had years of being second-in-command to William, and he's always been ambitious. And he knew Katherine would never leave William. She liked the money and the prestige too much, and in her own way, she was always fond of William. Even though she was cheating on him.'
'Let us suppose for a moment,' said Hawk, 'that Bowman did kill Blackstone. Would Katherine have supported him in that, or would he have to do it on his own, and hope she never found out he was responsible?'
'I don't know.' Dorimant shrugged angrily. 'I'm not a mind reader. People can do strange things when they're in love.'
'What about the other guests?' said Fisher. 'Is there anyone else in this house with a motive to kill Blackstone?'
'I don't know about motives,' said Dorimant slowly. 'I know William had quarreled recently with Adam Stalker.'
'Really?'' said Hawk. 'That's interesting. What did they quarrel abut?'
'I don't know. I don't think anybody knows. Neither of them would talk about it. But it must have been pretty serious. William was very angry about it; I could tell.'
'Anything else you can tell us?' said Fisher.
'Not really. We all admired William; we all believed in him. And most of us liked him.'
'How did you feel about him?' said Fisher.
Dorimant looked at her steadily. 'William Blackstone was the bravest and finest man I ever met.'
'Thank you,' said Hawk. 'That will be all for the moment. Please wait in the parlor with the others, and send in Katherine Blackstone.'
Dorimant nodded and got to his feet. He left without looking back.
'He seemed very eager to lay the blame on Bowman,' said Hawk slowly. 'Almost too eager.'
'Yeah,' said Fisher. 'I don't know about you, Hawk, but my head hurts. The more people we see, the more complicated and impossible this case gets. We've got more suspects than we can shake a stick at, and we still haven't got a clue as to how the murder was committed!'
'Stay with it, lass,' said Hawk, smiling in spite of himself. 'After all, we've both had experience with Court intrigues in the past, and if we can handle that, we can certainly handle this. Let's face it. Compared to some courtiers we've known, these people are amateurs. Now, how do you feel about Dorimant? He seemed sincere enough.'
'Yeah,' said Fisher. 'But we've only his word that Visage was with him at the time of the murder. He could be lying.'
'It's possible. But then again, it's not the kind of thing you'd expect him to admit if it wasn't true.'
'Right.' Fisher frowned thoughtfully. 'And if Dorimant and Visage are having an affair, that takes away Visage's motivation, doesn't it? I mean, she couldn't be having an affair with Dorimant <em>and</em> Blackstone. Could she?'
'It does seem rather unlikely,' said Hawk, 'but we don't know that Visage and Dorimant were having an affair. All right, they were both in his room, but Dorimant never actually said why. Perhaps they had some other reason for being there;'
Fisher groaned. 'My head's starting to hurt again;'
The door opened and Katherine Blackstone came in. She looked pale but composed. She shut the door carefully behind her and glanced quickly round the library, as though searching for some hidden listener. She looked steadily at Hawk and Fisher, and then sank gracefully into the chair before them.
'Well?' she said harshly. 'Who killed my husband?'
'We're still working on it,' said Hawk politely. 'Detective work is a slow process, but we usually get there in the end. There are a few questions we need to ask you.'
'All right. Go ahead.'
'Let's start with the events leading up to the murder. You and your husband went upstairs to change for dinner. He went into the bedroom and you went to the bathroom. You came back, and found the door to your room locked. You called to your husband, but couldn't get any reply. You became worried, and went downstairs to fetch Fisher and myself. We went back with you, broke the door in, and found your husband dead. Is that correct?'
'Yes. That's what happened.'
'Is there anything missing from that account?'
'No.'
'Did anyone see you, or talk to you, on the landing?'
'No.'
'It has been suggested,' said Fisher carefully, 'that you visited Edward Bowman in his room.'
'That's a lie,' said Katherine flatly. 'I suppose you've also been told that we're having an affair? I thought so. William's enemies have been trying to use that slander against him for years. Who said it this time? Graham? No, he's too loyal to William. Visage. I'll bet it was that simpering bitch Visage. She always had eyes for William, but he hardly even knew she existed. Edward and I have been friends for a long time, but never more than that. I loved my husband, and no one else. And now he's dead, all his enemies will come crawling out of their holes to try and blacken his reputation with the same old lies, in the hope they can destroy what he achieved!'
'Who do you think killed him?' asked Fisher.
'I don't know.' Katherine suddenly seemed very tired, as though all the defiance had gone out of her along with her angry words. She sat slumped in her chair, her eyes vague and far away. 'I can't think straight anymore. William had any number of enemies.'
'Had he quarreled with anyone recently?' asked Fisher.
Katherine shrugged. 'Not that I know of. I know he wasn't too pleased with Adam about something, but it couldn't have been that important. William never said anything about it to me.'
'Who actually invited Stalker to this party?' asked Fisher.
'I did,' said Katherine. 'William didn't bother himself with minor matters like that. But he knew Adam would be here. If we hadn't invited him, it would have been a frightful snub.'
'Thank you,' said Hawk. 'I think that's all for now. Please wait with the others in the parlor, and ask Lord Hightower to come in.'
'Is that it?' said Katherine. 'Is that all you wanted to ask me?'
'For the moment,' said Fisher. 'There might be a few more questions later.'
Katherine Blackstone nodded slowly, and got up out of her chair. 'Find my husband's killer,' she said softly. 'I don't care how you do it, but find him.' She left the library without looking back.
Hawk scowled unhappily. 'If she is lying, she's a very good liar.'
'From what I've heard, she was the finest actress in all Haven,' said Fisher. 'In her day. She might be a little rusty after so long away from the stage, but a few lies with a straight face shouldn't be beyond her abilities.'
'But what if she is telling the truth?' said Hawk. 'Dorimant could have his own reasons for lying.'
'Yes,' said Fisher. 'He could. But one of the unpleasant truths of murder is that when a man or woman
