'He wouldn't have answered them if I had.'
'We could have leaned on him.'
Hawk smiled. 'Do you honestly think we could make Lord Roderik Hightower say one damned thing he didn't want to?'
Fisher smiled reluctantly. 'I see your point. Besides, there's no actual evidence that whatever's worrying him has anything to do with the murders. Old soldiers and politicians always have something to hide. After all, you asked him if he killed Blackstone and Bowman, and he said <em>no</em>. Didn't even hesitate.'
Hawk scowled, thinking. 'How do we know Gaunt actually cast a truthspell? Maybe; No. No, it worked all right; I tested it myself.'
'Maybe he only cast it on you,' said Fisher.
'Maybe. And maybe we're both getting paranoid.'
'There is that.'
'Let's get back to the parlor,' said Hawk. 'I don't like leaving them alone too long. I'll hit them with some more questions; try and break someone's story. High tower's hiding something. I'd stake my career on it.'
'We are,' said Fisher dryly. 'We are.'
Visage waited alone on the landing, not far from the bathroom door. The Lady Elaine was taking her turn in the bathroom, while Lord Roderik had gone back to his room to change into more suitable clothes. The landing was still lit by only the one lamp, and the shadows seemed very dark. Visage glanced nervously about her. She wished the Lord and Lady would hurry up.
She shivered suddenly, and wrapped her arms around her. The house was still full of the sweltering summer heat, but Visage kept finding cold spots. She bit her lip and frowned unhappily. She didn't like Gaunt's house. She hadn't liked it from the moment she first crossed the threshold, but now she knew why. The DeFerriers might be dead and gone, but their house still held dark memories locked into its stone and timber. It was hard to think of a man like Stalker being a DeFerrier, but she didn't doubt it for a minute. Despite all the songs and legends, and even though he was always studiously polite to her, she'd never warmed to him. Visage had never known what William saw in him. She'd never liked Stalker. He had cold eyes.
She looked along the landing to what had been William's door. Poor William. He'd had such hopes, such dreams; And poor Edward had died right there on the landing, at the top of the stairs. She looked at the ragged bloodstains on the carpet, and then looked away. She felt sorry for Edward, now he was gone. She shouldn't have said those awful things about him. They were all true, but she shouldn't have said them.
She heard footsteps behind her and turned, smiling, expecting to see Lord Roderik. Her smile faltered.
'I'm sorry,' said the low, growling voice, 'but you could tell them what I am. I can't allow that. I'm so sorry, Visage.'
Visage started to back away, and stammered out the first few words of a defensive spell, but there wasn't enough time. Something awful surged out of the shadows towards her, and blood flew on the still, hot air.
Hawk and Fisher pounded up the stairs to the landing, cold steel in their hands. The screams they'd heard had already stopped, and hawk had a sick feeling that he was going to be too late again.
<em>Not another one. Please, not another one.</em>
He stopped suddenly at the top of the steps, and Fisher bumped into him from behind. 'The witch Visage lay face down in the middle of the landing. Hawk moved cautiously forward, Fisher at his side. They looked quickly about them, but there was no sign of the attacker. Hawk knelt down beside Visage while Fisher stood guard. There was blood all around the witch's body. Hawk took a handful of her hair and gently lifted her head. Visage's eyes were wide and staring. Her throat had been torn out. Hawk lowered her face back onto the bloody carpet.
'And that's three,' he said tiredly. 'We've lost another one.'
'You should be getting used to that by now,' said Lord Hightower.
Hawk and Fisher straightened up quickly to find Hightower watching them from the door to his room. Hawk opened his mouth to say something, and then stopped as he heard a faint creaking sound behind him. He and Fisher spun round, weapons at the ready, to find Lady Elaine watching from the bathroom door. Her face was pale and shocked. She moved slowly forward to stand with her husband, her eyes never leaving Visage's body.
'What the hell were you all doing up here?' yelled Hawk, lowering his axe. 'I told you to stay in the bloody parlor!'
'The witch had to go to the bathroom,' said Hightower stiffly. 'We came with her to protect her.'
'Didn't do a very good job,' said Fisher. 'Did you?'
'Where were you when Visage died?' said Hawk.
'I was in the bathroom,' said Lady Elaine.
'I was in my room, changing,' said Lord Roderik.
Hawk stared at them incredulously. 'You left her out here on her own?'
'It was only for a moment,' said Hightower.
There were footsteps behind them, and then Dorimant came forward to kneel beside Visage's body. He reached out a hand to touch her face, and his fingers came back flecked with blood.
'She was so frightened,' he said softly. 'I told her there was nothing to worry about. I told her I'd look after her, and she trusted me.'
Hawk looked past Dorimant. Gaunt and Stalker were standing together at the top of the stairs. Hawk glared about him.
'Where the hell were you all? What took you so long to get here?'
Nobody said anything. They looked away rather than meet his gaze, but Hawk had already seen the answer in their faces. No one had wanted to be first on the scene, for fear of being accused.
<em>You and your partner have a reputation for violence;</em>
'Did any of you see anything?' asked Hawk. 'Did anyone hear anything?'
'Only her screams,' said Stalker. 'I knew we shouldn't have let her go, but we all thought she'd be safe with the Hightowers.'
'You left her alone,' said Dorimant. He raised his head slowly and looked at Lord Hightower. 'She was afraid, and you went off and left her alone in the dark. You bastard.'
He threw himself at Hightower, and they fell heavily to the floor. Dorimant flailed away wildly with his fists, and then got his hands round Hightower's throat. Lord Roderik choked and gagged, tearing at Dorimant's hands. Hawk started forward, and then Hightower braced himself and flung Dorimant away. He flew backwards, and slammed up against the opposite wall. Hawk and Fisher got to him before he could go after Hightower again.
'That's enough!' said Hawk sharply. 'I know how you feel, but that's enough.'
Dorimant started to cry. His whole body shook from the force of the racking sobs. Fisher patted him on the shoulder, but he didn't even feel it. Hawk shook his head slowly.
<em>What a mess;</em>
Hightower got to his feet, with his wife's help, and fingered his throat gingerly. 'Well?' he said loudly. 'Aren't you going to arrest him? He assaulted me. I have witnesses.'
'Shut your face,' said Hawk. 'He only beat me to it by a couple of seconds.' He turned his back on Hightower, and then looked about him. 'Wait a minute; where's Katherine?'
Everyone looked around, but she was nowhere to be seen.
Gaunt frowned. 'She was with us in the parlor when we heard the screams. I thought she was right behind us.'
Hawk's breath caught in his throat. He turned and ran back down the stairs, Fisher close behind him. He charged down the hall, kicked open the parlor door, and then skidded to a halt just inside the door. Katherine Blackstone was sitting in her chair by the empty fireplace, just as he'd last seen her. Only now there was a knife sunk deep into her chest, the hilt protruding between her breasts. The front of her dress was soaked with blood. Her head was sunk forward, and her staring eyes saw nothing, nothing at all.
Chapter Six
KILLER'S RAGE
Hawk glared furiously about him, but there was no trace of any attacker. Fisher moved forward and bent over Katherine. She checked briefly for a pulse, and then looked back at Hawk and shook her head. Hawk cursed softly. There was a clatter of feet outside in the hall, and Hawk turned quickly to face the door.
'That's close enough!' he said tightly. 'Stand where you are.'
