have been any one of the three men. Dunkeld told me where he heard of the prostitutes and that he took them on recommendation of an acquaintance. Never saw them before. Mr. Narraway’s been looking into it to see if anything about them would help. He questioned the two women still alive, but they never saw or heard of any of the men before, and Sadie had said she didn’t know them either. They talked about it on the way here.”
“A man wot in’t mad don’t kill tarts,” she said flatly. “Don’t care enough, for a start. Why would ’e? Don’t make no sense. But someone smashed summink I thought were one o’ ’em dishes with a stand on, made o’ blue, white, and gold china. But Mr. Tyndale says as they in’t got any like that.” She frowned. “I over’eard it were done upstairs an’ taken down in a bucket, all in tiny bits. Someone were goin’
up an’ down wi’ buckets o’ water too, but when I asked Mr. Tyndale about that ’e got all white an’ quiet an’ told me it was ’Is Royal
’Ighness be’avin’ badly. Said I weren’t never ter think of it again, never mind say nothin’. But I know about it ’cos Mrs. Sorokine were askin’ Walton today, an’ got ever so excited about it when she ’eard.
Kind of excited an’ upset at the same time.”
Pitt frowned at her. “Mrs. Sorokine?”
“Yes. She’s detectin’, sir, I’d swear to it, but I dunno if it’s got anythin’ ter do with the murder, or jus’ ’er own life, wot’s nuffin’ like it should be.”
Pitt smiled twistedly. “You’ve noticed!”
“Can’t ’ardly ’elp it, can I?” she retorted. “If a parlor maid threw
’erself about like that, twitchin’ ’er skirts an’ ’er be’ind, she’d get ’er notice for bein’ loose.”
“The rules for ladies and parlor maids were never the same.” He stood up. “Let’s go and find these extraordinary bottles of blood.
You’re right, it doesn’t make any sense at all. But there isn’t much about this whole disgusting affair that does.”
An hour later Gracie was back in her best uniform with clean and starched white lace-edged cap and apron, and lined up with the other servants for Mrs. Newsome to inspect her, showing her hands back and front. Her hair had so many pins in it she felt as if she had a helmet on underneath her cap, but she was sure no stray piece would escape to make her appearance less than perfect. Her boots were also inspected and found spotless.
“Dunno wot for,” Ada said as they went out to begin their duties.
“Yer skirt’s so long no one even knows yer got feet, let alone boots. I never seen such a skinny little rabbit as you are.”
“Well, I seen scores like you!” Gracie retorted. “Ten a penny, up an’ down any street, an’ on it too! Too much chest, an’ all. Everybod else can see yer got feet, they’re big enough, but I lay odds yer can’t see ’em yerself!”
“I’ll wash yer mouth out wi’ lye, yer cheeky bint!” Ada hissed under her breath. “No man in’t never gonna fancy you! Not unless ’e’s one o’ these wot likes little kids!”
“Then I’m safe from Edwards, in’t I?” Gracie retorted. “ ’Cos ’e likes ’em big an’ blowsy, fat enough ter be ’is ma!”
Ada reached her hand back as if to take a wide swing and hit Gracie on the side of her face, then realized that Biddie was looking at them, and changed her mind. “I’ll get yer, yer little bitch!” she said half under her breath.
“No yer won’t,” Gracie responded in the same tone. “Or I’ll tell wot I saw in the laundry the other day, when it all got fogged up.
Weren’t only the copper as was steaming, were it!”
“I’ll say yer lying!” Ada spat back. “They’ll believe me, ’cos nobody likes you! I’ll say it were you ’oo was teasin’ Edwards, an’ then Mrs. Newsome’ll get rid o’ yer for sure! She’s only waitin’ fer the chance.”
“No they won’t believe yer,” Gracie hissed back at her. “ ’Cos like yer said, nobody’d fancy me. They all know Edwards is after you. An’
you’re after Cuttredge. An’ ’e’s gonna believe me. So you keep yer mouth shut an’ all, an’ leave me alone!”
They reached the dining room and Ada was obliged to hold her peace. She was fuming, but she was also beaten, at least until she thought of a way of retaliating.
The guests came in and took their seats. Footmen in livery held doors, Gracie and the other women servants stood in the anteroom and waited, but she could see through the gap in the doorway. The guests looked marvelous, all bright colors of silk, velvet, and lace and glittering with jewels. Gracie was dazzled by white necks and bosoms; she had never seen so much skin even when she had a bath.
Mrs. Sorokine was wearing yet another burning shade of pink, so hot you’d think you could cook dinner over it. She looked excited, her dark eyes glittering as she turned from one person to another, ignoring her husband. Her eyes went up and down Mrs. Marquand’s thin body in its dark blue gown, which made her look even mor bony, then on to Mr. Marquand, who was looking back at her, smiling. He was a bit pink too, as if warming himself in the glow of her dress. Gracie wondered if the real quality went on like this a lot of the time, or if it was only these ones. Maybe she could work up the nerve to ask Mrs. Pitt one day.
Mrs. Quase was wearing a strange shade of brownish gold with a plunging neck at the front, though nobody seemed to be noticing it much. She was very beautiful.
Mrs. Dunkeld wore a soft, cold lavender gray, which oddly enough made her skin look warmer. She was beautiful too, in a lady-like sort of way. She looked unhappy, and her eyes met those of everyone except her husband’s, and Mr. Sorokine.
Gracie was directed to go back down to the cellar and ask Mr.
Tyndale to fetch another two bottles of the white wine. When she returned it was almost time to take away the soup plates.
“Be careful!” Ada warned, her eyes bright with anticipation. “You drop any o’ that on someone’s dress an’ you’re finished!”
Gracie went into the dining room already shaking and afraid she would trip over her own feet-or worse, her too-long skirt-and send the dishes right across the floor.
She accomplished her duty with fierce concentration, aware that Ada would be only too delighted if she had a disaster. Then she assisted as the fish was served, and stood back watching while it was eaten. It smelled delicious. No one considered her to be eavesdrop-ping, because they did not notice her at all.
First she watched Cahoon Dunkeld. There was a power in him that drew her eyes as if there were something in his mind, his strength of will, that dominated them all. He was talking about Africa, and the great railway they were going to build, and how it would be the backbone of the whole continent.
“And of course His Royal Highness will give you his support, won’t he, Papa?” Mrs. Sorokine said with conviction. She sounded so sure that it was not really a question.
“I expect so,” Mr. Dunkeld replied. “But we shouldn’t take it for granted. That would be foolish, and insulting.”
Gracie thought he said that for the benefit of the Prince, in case someone should repeat it back to him.
“But aren’t you his friend?” Mrs. Sorokine pressed. “I would think, from the way you have helped him in this ghastly business, he would be forever grateful to you.” There was a funny, bright edge to her voice as she said that, and her eyes never left his face.
“This ghastly business, as you put it, would not have happened if we weren’t here,” Mr. Sorokine pointed out. “Apparently one of us killed her. No one is going to be grateful for that.”
“Oh, do be quiet!” his wife said impatiently. “He was the one who wanted the women here. Papa simply arranged it for him.” She turned back to her father. “Didn’t you?”
“Couldn’t we discuss something else?” Mrs. Quase interrupted with irritation. “At least over dinner.”
“Why?” Mrs. Marquand asked suddenly. “Whatever we talk about-the weather, fashion, gossip, politics, even Africa-we are all thinking about it! I look at the tablecloth, and I think of the sheets in the linen cupboard where she was killed. I look at the meal on my plate and think of the blood!”
“It’s fish,” her husband told her. “Stop indulging your imagination, or you’ll end up in hysterics. Have a glass of water.” He held up his hand. “Somebody, fetch her a glass of water!”
Gracie stepped forward, picked up the crystal water jug, and poured a wineglass full. She gave it to Mrs. Marquand, who took it with a startled gesture and drank a couple of sips before putting it down.
