'Shall I go to look for it?'
Evangeline hesitated, then smiled. 'Would you, my dear?'
'Of course.' Megan turned and immediately hurried away toward Radcliffe House, the posy of mistletoe still in her hand.
Evangeline watched her go, then turned a little uneasily to Sir Jocelyn. 'I pray I remembered to close the locket,' she murmured.
'It's too late now,' he replied. 'Besides, you regret not telling her the truth from the outset, so maybe the time has come to put that right.'
'I think the time has come for everything, Jocelyn.' Greville glanced curiously from one of them to the other, but said nothing. The fact that Sir Jocelyn was party to the secret, whatever it was, seemed to prove that Megan was right about Evangeline's warm regard for that gentleman. And if Greville himself was any judge, Sir Jocelyn viewed Evangeline in the same light. Lovers were lovers, whatever the generation. The sleigh sprang away again, and Greville turned to look at Megan as she disappeared around the corner of Radcliffe House. The mystery surrounding her was as impenetrable as ever, but his aunt had promised an explanation when they all returned to the house, and he knew she would abide by that.
As Megan went into Radcliffe House, she did not notice Oliver's curricle emerging from the foot of Church Street. He saw her, however, and carefully maneuvered the curricle to a quiet corner by the remains of Great East Street. A mirthless smile animated his lips as he climbed down and tied the horses to an old railing, then he tugged his top hat on firmly and began to walk toward Radcliffe House. His experiences with flying gravel had slipped his mind, so intent was he upon making Megan suffer for the indignities that had been heaped upon him.
There was no one around as Megan hurried out into the walled garden behind the house. Evangeline had given the servants time off to go out in the snow, and those few who remained were sitting warmly around the kitchen fire with cups of tea. Rollo was still around, however, for he had never liked snow. He was in the theater, making holly and mistletoe berries dance in the air, when he heard Megan open the front door. He recognized her footsteps, and came out to speak to her, but she had already disappeared toward the gardens. Rollo was about to follow her snowy footprints when he heard the front door open again, but very stealthily this time. The hairs stirred unpleasantly at the nape of the specter's neck as he watched Oliver slip slyly in. 'Beware the ides of March,' Rollo breathed, falling in behind as Oliver followed the marks Megan had left on the floor.
Megan had now reached the summerhouse, and was relieved to see the locket lying on the bench. It was open, and as she picked it up she could not fail to see the miniature portrait inside. Her eyes widened with shock, for it was of her father! There was no doubt about it, because the scene painted behind him depicted a very tiny but unmistakable Berengers. Greville's words about Evangeline echoed in her head. '…
Suddenly someone laid rough hands upon her from behind. Her scream was stopped by a harsh hand, and she was thrust against the side of the summerhouse. 'If you think I'm going to let you get away with ruining my life, you're very much mistaken, my dear!' Oliver breathed through gritted teeth.
She was terrified, and bewildered. How could he possibly blame her for what happened? She tried to struggle, but stood no chance against his strength, so she gave up. Perhaps if she pretended to faint…? It was all she could think of, so she went limp in his grasp. His grip relaxed, and she immediately made a dash for it, but the edge of the summerhouse lay in wait. With a scream she lost her footing and fell, striking her head on the step. The mistletoe posy and the locket slipped from her hand. Everything went hazy, then black, and she knew no more as her winter solstice came to a very sudden close indeed.
Oliver neither heard nor saw anything as he stood in frozen shock. She was dead, and the law would judge that he had killed her! He took a hesitant step forward, then panicked as he thought he heard a sound from the house. The ladder still lay by the wall, and he hobbled as fast as his bruises would permit to raise it.
Everything had happened so swiftly that Rollo was caught off guard, but on seeing Oliver making a getaway, the ghost erupted after him across the snowy lawn. 'Oh, what hast thou done, March, thou barbarous tick?' he bellowed, then fixed his concentration upon the ladder, which Oliver had now begun to climb as quickly as he could. The ladder swayed like a pendulum, and Oliver gave a shriek and held on for grim death. Rollo concentrated still more, and to Oliver's terror, the ladder began to rise from the ground, still swaying wildly. Higher and higher it went, and an ashen-faced Oliver wrapped his arms and legs tightly around it as he stared down in dread at the garden, where all he could see was Megan lying by the summerhouse. Who was doing this?
Greville's voice called suddenly from inside the house. 'Megan?'
Rollo's concentration was interrupted, and the ladder dove to the ground like an unsteady arrow, striking earth on the other side of the wall. Oliver gave a loud wail as he was catapulted through the layer of snow and ice covering some deep muddy water by one of the derelict buildings of Great Eastern Street. The water was so cold that it snatched his breath away, and all he could think of was somehow hauling himself out. For a moment he floundered about, but then his clawing hands closed upon a jagged piece of old floorboard. Panic lent him superhuman strength, and he scrambled out, then hobbled as fast as he could for his curricle. His teeth were chattering as much from terror as the cold, and his face was as white as a sheet as he climbed aboard, then drove like the wind for his lodgings.
Meanwhile Rollo had run to kneel in the snow beside Megan. 'Open thy eyes, mistress! Please, I beg of thee!' he cried.
Greville appeared from the house. 'Megan?' he called again, not able to see her lying by the summerhouse because some shrubs obscured the view.
Rollo stood urgently. 'Make haste, master! Make haste!' he implored.
The supernatural plea was so intense that it pierced Greville's consciousness. He turned sharply, and glimpsed a fold of Megan's cloak on the snow. With a cry of dismay, he began to run toward her. He was not alone in the house, for Evangeline and Rupert had just returned as well, bringing Chloe and her father with them. They all heard Greville cry out, but Evangeline had heard Rollo's voice as well.
'Oh, my sainted lord!' she breathed, and caught up her skirts to run out into the garden, where Greville was now kneeling beside Megan. Everyone else followed her, and Chloe gave a horrified gasp as she saw Megan.
'Oh, no! Please, no!' she sobbed, and turned tearfully into Rupert's sheltering embrace.
Rollo had been hopping up and down in anguish, but rushed forward when he saw Evangeline. 'Oh, lady, lady! Come quickly! Mistress Megan has been killed!'
Greville felt for Megan's pulse. 'She's still alive!' he cried.
'Oh, thank God, thank God,' Evangeline whispered, leaning weakly on Sir Jocelyn's arm.
Greville lifted Megan from the snow, and gazed down at her pale face for a long moment before raising her head a little so he could put his lips to hers. 'Whoever did this will not get away with it, I promise you, my darling. When I have finished with him, he will wish he had never been born,' he whispered, then began to carry her into the house.
Rollo was quite overcome to know Megan was alive after all. 'She lives? Oh, praise be! Oh, I vow that I will be avenged upon her murderous cousin. He did it! I saw it all!'
Evangeline's lips parted. 'Cousin? What do you mean, Master Witherspoon? What cousin?' she demanded as everyone followed Greville toward the house.
Rupert, Chloe, and Sir Jocelyn exchanged dismayed glances, thinking that this was definitely not the time for such things.
Rollo answered Evangeline. 'Why, lady, I refer to that spawn of Beelzebub, Master March! He is Mistress Megan's cousin, the very one who threw her penniless from her home!'
Evangeline was astonished. 'Mr.
Greville turned in the doorway. 'Yes, he is,' he said calmly, 'and if he is the one who did this, I will tear out his evil heart with my bare hands.' Then he looked at the other three. 'Perhaps you should also know that Master Rollo Witherspoon is very much with us, and is definitely
They all stared at him, Rollo included. Then the ghost murmured, 'By all the saints and demons, he knows of me!'