“Why?”
“Because Lestrade is a mediocrity! The whole thing could slip through his clumsy fingers. And there are too many details unresolved. If I had another week... I shall also have you visit a brothel.” He smiled at my look. “For information only.”
“Oh.” There was a faint stir of wind, which rattled the windowpanes. “You have made considerable progress in this case. I would not have believed it.”
Sherlock frowned, the fingers of his right hand drumming relentlessly at the table.
“What is the matter?”
He finally raised his eyes. “Things still do not add up.”
The attack on Violet had occurred on a Friday night. Michelle, Holmes, and the Wheelwrights left the next day. I was busy over the weekend with Holmes’ tasks, then on Monday and Tuesday I handled our combined medical practice and prepared for my own departure. From morning to evening, I saw one patient after another.
A few days without Michelle always made me morose, and my last patient on Tuesday was a sweet old lady who was slowly dying of cancer. After she had left, I sat alone in my examining room, my head slumped wearily, my elbow on the desk, forehead against my palm, fingers in my hair. A rap sounded at the door. “Yes?”
Harriet’s face appeared, a crease between her dark brows. “Doctor...” Behind her I saw the pale thin face of old Wheelwright, a faint smile pulling at his bloodless lips.
Oh Lord, I thought, a twinge of fear flickering through my chest.
“Come in, Mr. Wheelwright. Thank you, Harriet.”
He silently stared down at me, his top hat held in his aged, trembling fingers. “I do not suppose you have come to see me about a medical problem.”
His smile intensified. “
“I thought not. What, then? Have a seat if you will.”
He slowly sat down upon the edge of a heavy oak chair. “It’s about my daughter-in-law. Do you believe me now?”
“Believe what?”
“That she is a lunatic.”
I had the sudden urge to strike him, to plunge my fist into that smiling mouth of brownish-yellow teeth. The intensity of my repulsion caught me by surprise, and I had to compose myself before I could speak. “No, I do not. Someone tried to strangle her last week.”
“She imagined the whole thing.”
“She did not—I saw the bruises on her throat. They were shaped like hands.”
“No one told me about any bruises—that’s impossible.”
“I saw them, sir. They were real enough.”
His white brows had bunched up over his nose. “No matter, no matter. She is still a lunatic.”
Again I had to restrain my anger. “It has been a long day, Mr. Wheelwright. What exactly do you want from me?”
He stared closely at me. “I want your assistance in committing my daughter-in-law.”
My eyes widened, and a peculiar fear now contended with my fury. “
His smile grew contemptuous. “Beautiful, eh? It always comes back to beauty, doesn’t it?”
“I can well believe you have no feeling for beauty.” My voice shook.
“What good is it, Doctor? Tell me that. My age has finally freed me from all such snares. You are a respectable man, a married man. Her beauty is of no use to you—all it does is stir you up and make you behave stupidly. Otherwise, you would realize that I could make it very much worth your while to help me. If my son were free, he could marry again, marry someone who could bear him a child. What do you want? Money, prestige? They are yours for the asking, and believe me, it would be for the best. She is quite mad, you know.”
I lowered my gaze, unable to bear his leering visage. “Mr. Wheelwright, you had better leave.”
“Your cousin is a hopeless case. I could see that at the dinner. The great consulting detective—the finest mind in England, as the newspapers put it—reduced to quivering jelly by a mere woman. I had hoped for better from you, Doctor. You have a woman of your own, a pretty enough one. She need never know...”
“Get out of here!” I roared, leaping to my feet. “Get out before I give you the thrashing you deserve!”
His smile vanished, uneasiness appearing in his eyes: he saw that I meant it. “Very well, sir.” He stood. “There is no reason to be abusive. You need not take that tone with me.”
“No? You are the most morally repugnant... You spy on your own son, do you not? How much are you paying Lovejoy?”
His smile was wary. “I suppose Holmes discovered that. Maybe he is worth his fee. I’m Donald’s father after all. Someone has to look after him, the poor fool. He can’t seem to take care of himself.”
“Why do you not simply talk to your son instead of spying on him?”
Wheelwright seemed genuinely surprised. “Because I want the truth.”
“Oh, I doubt that. And is Violet mad, or are you only trying to drive her mad?”
“There’s no need for me to do anything. She’s been that way for many years, ever since her marriage. She hides it well, but I can see—I can see.”
My head had begun to hurt, and I put my hand on my forehead. “Go away—leave
His contemptuous smile returned. “Very well, sir, but you might tell your cousin that if he gets in my way I shall crush him. I have broken far better men than he.”
“And he has been threatened by far better men than you—good day, Mr. Wheelwright.”
He turned and walked out of the door.
A decanter of brandy, usually reserved for medicinal purposes, was on my desk. I poured a large glass, my hands shaking, and took a big swallow. I stared out the window at the gray, rainy sky and tried to calm myself.
“Deliver us from evil,” I murmured. A shiver snaked its way along my spine, and I took another swallow of brandy.
The next day, Wednesday, I arrived at Norfolk on the three-fifteen train. Collins and Michelle were waiting at the station. Collins smiled as Michelle gave me an embrace that would have crushed a smaller man. It seemed as if we had been apart much longer than four days.
The sun was out, the day cold and clear, the air marvelously fresh after London. Michelle wore a beautiful purple coat with sable collar and cuffs. Her face was slightly sunburned, the few freckles on her nose and cheeks clearly visible. She wore black leather gloves, which hid her powerful hands. Looking at her made me briefly forget Sherlock, the Wheelwrights, and Lovejoys—I was only conscious of my desire for her.,
“You look well,” I said. “The country air must agree with you.”
She slipped her hand about my arm. “How I have missed you! Now everything is perfect. We have been having a wonderful time. Violet seems much better. It is good for her to be away from London. Donald Wheelwright tramples about the woods every day with his dogs and shoots at various birds and animals. In the meantime, I...” She stopped abruptly, glancing sideways at Collins, who was carrying one of my bags.
Noticing the silence, he turned to us. “I’ll fetch the cart, ma’am. No need to walk all that way.”
“Thank you, Collins.”
We watched him start down the cobbled street. “What were you saying?”
She smiled wryly. “I have been chaperoning Sherlock and Violet. They are such good company. They have brought along their violins, and they play beautifully together. We’ve gone for walks in the woods. The forest is so beautiful. We saw a deer yesterday. The two of them have also been playing chess. Violet won the first game.”
“
She laughed. “You should have seen the expression on his face. He was ahead by a rook, when she checkmated him.”
I glanced quickly about, and then kissed her on the lips. She pressed her fingers into the small of my back. “I
