Lord Horbury and left the room.
Lord Horbury waited till she had shut the door, then he said:
'I'd like to know, Cicely, just exactly what is behind this idea of coming down here?'
Lady Horbury shrugged her slender beautiful shoulders.
'After all, why not?'
'Why not? It seems to me there are a good many reasons.'
His wife murmured: 'Oh, reasons.'
'Yes, reasons. You'll remember that we agreed that as things were between us, it would be as well to give up this farce of living together. You were to have the town house and a generous – an extremely generous – allowance. Within certain limits, you were to go your own way. Why this sudden return?'
Again Cicely shrugged her shoulders.
'I thought it better.'
'You mean, I suppose, that it's money?'
Lady Horbury said: 'How I hate you! You're the meanest man alive.'
'Mean! Mean, you say, when it's because of you and your senseless extravagance that there's a mortgage on Horbury.'
'Horbury – Horbury – that's all you care for! Horses and hunting and shooting and crops and tiresome old farmers. What a life for a woman!'
'Some women enjoy it.'
'Yes, women like Venetia Kerr, who's half a horse herself. You ought to have married a woman like that.'
Lord Horbury walked over to the window.
'It's a little late to say that. I married you.'
'And you can't get out of it,' said Cicely. Her laugh was malicious, triumphant. 'You'd like to get rid of me, but you can't.'
He said, 'Need we go into all this?'
'Very much God and the old school, aren't you? Most of my friends fairly laugh their heads off when I tell them the kind of things you say.'
'They are quite welcome to do so. Shall we get back to our original subject of discussion? Your reason for coming here.'
But his wife would not follow his lead. She said:
'You advertised in the papers that you wouldn't be responsible for my debts. Do you call that a gentlemanly thing to do?'
'I regret having had to take that step. I warned you, you will remember. Twice I paid up. But there are limits. Your insensate passion for gambling – well, why discuss it? But I do want to know what prompted you to come down to Horbury? You've always hated the place, been bored to death here.'
Cicely Horbury, her small face sullen, said, 'I thought it better just now.'
'Better just now?' He repeated the words thoughtfully. Then he asked a question sharply: 'Cicely, had you been borrowing from that old French money lender?'
'Which one? I don't know what you mean.'
'You know perfectly what I mean. I mean the woman who was murdered on the plane from Paris – the plane on which you traveled home. Had you borrowed money from her?'
'No, of course not. What an idea!'
'Now don't be a little fool over this, Cicely. If that woman did lend you money you'd better tell me about it. Remember, the business isn't over and finished with. The verdict at the inquest was willful murder by a person or persons unknown. The police of both countries are at work. It's only a matter of time before they come on the truth. The woman's sure to have left records of her dealings. If anything crops up to connect you with her, we should be prepared beforehand. We must have Ffoulkes' advice on the matter.' Ffoulkes, Ffoulkes, Wilbraham Ffoulkes were the family solicitors, who, for generations, had dealt with the Horbury estate.
'Didn't I give evidence in that damned court and say I had never heard of the woman?'
'I don't think that proves very much,' said her husband dryly. 'If you did have dealings with this Giselle, you can be sure the police will find it out.'
Cicely sat up angrily in bed.
'Perhaps you think I killed her. Stood up there in that plane and puffed darts at her from a blowpipe. Of all the crazy businesses!'
'The whole thing sounds mad,' Stephen agreed thoughtfully. 'But I do want you to realize your position.'
'What position? There isn't any position. You don't believe a word I say. It's damnable. And why be so anxious about me all of a sudden? A lot you care about what happens to me. You dislike me. You hate me. You'd be glad if I died tomorrow. Why pretend?'
'Aren't you exaggerating a little? In any case, old-fashioned though you think me, I do happen to care about my family name. An out-of-date sentiment which you will probably despise. But there it is.'
Turning abruptly on his heel, he left the room.
A pulse was beating in his temple. Thoughts followed each other rapidly through his head:
'Dislike? Hate? Yes, that's true enough. Should I be glad if she died tomorrow? I'd feel like a man who's been let out of prison… What a queer beastly business life is! When I first saw her – in 'Do It Now' – what a child, what an adorable child she looked! So fair and so lovely… Young fool! I was mad about her – crazy. She seemed everything that was adorable and sweet. And all the time she was what she is now – vulgar, vicious, spiteful, empty-headed… I can't even see her loveliness now.'
He whistled and a spaniel came running to him, looking up at him with adoring sentimental eyes.
He said, 'Good old Betsy,' and fondled the long fringed ears.
Cramming an old fishing hat on his head, he left the house accompanied by the dog.
This aimless saunter of his round the estate began gradually to soothe his jangled nerves. He stroked the neck of his favorite hunter, had a word with the groom, then he went to the home farm and had a chat with the farmer's wife. He was walking along a narrow lane. Betsy at his heels, when he met Venetia Kerr on her bay mare.
Venetia looked her best upon a horse. Lord Horbury looked up at her with admiration, fondness and a queer sense of home-coming.
He said, 'Hullo, Venetia.'
'Hullo, Stephen.'
'Where've you been? Out in the five acre?'
'Yes, she's coming along nicely, isn't she?'
'First rate. Have you seen that two-year-old of mine I bought at Chattisley's sale?'
They talked horses for some minutes. Then he said:
'By the way, Cicely's here.'
'Here, at Horbury?'
It was against Venetia 's code to show surprise, but she could not quite keep the undertone of it out of her voice.
'Yes. Turned up last night.'
There was a silence between them. Then Stephen said:
'You were at that inquest, Venetia. How – how – er – did it go?'
She considered a moment.
'Well, nobody was saying very much, if you know what I mean.'
'Police weren't giving anything away?'
'No.'
Stephen said, 'Must have been rather an unpleasant business for you.'
'Well, I didn't exactly enjoy it. But it wasn't too devastating. The coroner was quite decent.'
Stephen slashed absent-mindedly at the hedge.
'I say, Venetia, any idea – have you, I mean – as to who did it?'
Venetia Kerr shook her head slowly.
