Unless that was a double bluff,’ Antonia said thoughtfully. ‘Moon might have killed her mother and then planted the handkerchief, implicating herself in a deliberately absurd manner, knowing perfectly well she would be exonerated in due course. Do you think she’s clever?’
‘As clever as a bagful of monkeys. Is there anyone else we should consider?’
‘Melisande has the best motive. Stella was her love rival. Melisande is an adroit sword wielder. She was Joan of Arc.’ Antonia raised the glass to her lips. ‘You noticed how expertly she handled the sword in those photos.’
As they were getting into bed, Antonia remembered something.
‘Hugh, is there a third sister at Kinderhook? I saw a woman who looked very much like an older version of Melisande and Winifred.’
‘You saw her too? So I didn’t imagine her! I saw her a couple of days ago. When did you see her?’
‘As we were coming back from the airport. We drove past Kinderhook. I pointed her out to you, but you didn’t want to miss the cricket score on the radio. She was standing outside Kinderhook. She seemed on the point of going in. I believe she was unlocking the front door. She looked about eighty – stiff white hair – slightly stooped – long skirt – glasses?’
‘Yes! Melisande was adamant that I was mistaken when I mentioned the woman. They did have an older sister once, but she’s dead. Died a long time ago, apparently.’
‘How very odd. Perhaps the third sister isn’t dead…’
‘The third sister may have escaped from some lunatic asylum and Melisande and Winifred may be hiding her. They would be reluctant to admit her existence. Like the brother in The Cocktail Party. I am sure you know your Eliot?’
‘I don’t.’ Antonia yawned.
‘Three of them, but they kept the third one very quiet.’ Payne turned off the light. ‘Wonder if it has anything to do with Stella’s murder. What do you think?’
‘Don’t see how,’ said Antonia. ‘But it’s very odd.’
‘It’s creepy. Goodnight, my love.’
‘Goodnight.’
14
Young and Innocent
At ten minutes to three in the morning their phone rang. With a groan, Major Payne reached out for it.
‘Hello?’
‘Who is that?’
He gave their phone number. What a bloody nuisance. It was probably some drunk misdialling.
‘Is that you, Hugh?’
‘Yes,’ Payne said after a pause. ‘It’s Hugh Payne speaking.’
‘Oh hi, Hugh. I wanted to say hi. Sorry, that’s a totally dumb thing to say, but it’s freezing cold here.’
‘Who is it?’ The next moment he knew. ‘Good lord.’ He raised himself on his elbow. ‘Moon?’
She sniffed. ‘Yes.’
‘Where are you? Not in jail, are you?’
‘You wish!’
‘Sorry. Where are you phoning from?’
‘What does it matter where I’m phoning from? Why does everybody want to know where I am? Julia would be mad with me if she knew I was phoning you. That’s James’ sister. She’d be totally mad.’
‘I wouldn’t be in the least surprised. Do you know what time it is?’
‘No. Julia is a bitch.’
‘You shouldn’t talk like that.’
‘Julia’s a bitch from hell. I don’t like her. I hate her. Always asking me what I’m doing, where I’m going, why my eyes are red. She thinks I smoke pot. It doesn’t occur to her I might be sad. That I might have been crying.’
‘Do you smoke pot?’ Really, Payne thought, I should ring off. It was some unearthly hour.
‘You think I killed my mother, don’t you?’
‘I think you should be in bed.’
‘Do you think that if a person truly defines themselves by dark actions, when their identity is actually shaped by sin, then their soul may indeed be beyond salvation?’
‘I think you should be in bed,’ he said again.
‘It bothers me, questions like that.’
‘What’s the matter, Hugh?’ Antonia asked, her voice muffled by the pillow.
‘Sorry, darling,’ Payne said.
‘You called me darling!’ Moon giggled. ‘You are funny.’
‘I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to my wife.’ Payne gave an exasperated sigh and, putting his hand over the receiver, said, ‘It’s Moon.’
‘Moon!’
‘Why aren’t you in bed?’ Payne spoke into the receiver.
‘Where are you?’
‘Where am I? Outside the witches’ house, if you want to know. I’m not a bit sleepy.’
‘What witches?’
‘The Witches of Kinderhook. I mean James’ ex – Melisande – and her sister – what was her name? Winifred? Actually, she’s the scarier of the two. She looks like the nice one, but she freaked me out at that party. It’s the way she smiles-’
‘Are you really standing outside Kinderhook?’
‘Yep. I am talking to you on my mobile… Their house is dark… No. One window is very dimly lit. Whose room is that, I wonder? The witches may be casting midnight spells… Now I am turning round… Now I am looking at your house. I know which one it is. Your house is dark too.’
‘Are you serious? Are you really in our street?’
‘Totally. I am looking at your house at this very moment. I can’t see much because your house is dark. All your windows are dark.’
‘What’s going on, Hugh?’ Antonia turned on the bedside table lamp.
‘You turned on the bedside light just now – or your wife did,’ said Moon. ‘It’s an upstairs window. Doesn’t that freak you out?’
Payne turned towards Antonia. ‘Moon is actually in our street – looking at our house.’
‘Will you give me a cup of coffee? I’m freezing,’ Moon said. ‘I have started walking towards your house… I am actually standing at your front door now… You’ve got a cool knocker. Is that a tiger’s head? Or a lion’s?’
‘A lion’s,’ Payne said mechanically.
‘Shall I ring or knock? I’ll ring – is that OK? Now I am ringing your bell-’
Her phone went dead. The next moment they heard their front door bell ring.
As Major Payne donned his yellow dressing gown with its very vivid scarlet lining and lapels and put on his slippers, he wondered whether he would get one of those instantaneous flashes of intuitive certainty the moment he clapped eyes on her. Would he be able to say at once, Yes, she killed her mother? He knew it was an absurd idea, yet his heart beat fast in his chest. He turned on the lights and he started walking down the stairs. It was three in the morning, the clock on the wall told him.
He unchained the front door. Moon entered the hall and followed him into the drawing room.
‘Were you asleep?’ she asked.
‘Well, yes. Does that surprise you? It’s three in the morning.’
‘Is it? I thought it was ten to midnight. Sorry. I thought you might be watching telly or reading a book or
