Julius Sorokine condemned and still be uncertain if he were guilty.
This time he did not ask for Dunkeld’s assistance in obtaining an audience, or Mr. Tyndale’s either. He had no intention of allowing himself to be denied. He was obliged to wait for nearly forty-five minutes.
“Yes, Inspector?” the Prince said when he was finally shown in. “I have already been informed that Sorokine has been arrested and con-fined to his room. No doubt Mr. Narraway will bring men to remove him with all discretion. Will that be tonight? I can see that cover of darkness would be better. I thank you for your rapid and. . and tactful conduct of the matter. I deeply regret that we could not bring it to a conclusion before Mrs. Sorokine also lost her life.”
In one sweeping statement he had thanked Pitt and condemned him for his failure to save Minnie, and concluded their business. It was highly skilled. It forced Pitt into an absurd position if he insisted on remaining.
“Mr. Narraway is looking into Mr. Sorokine’s past, sir,” he began tentatively. “To see if there is any other incident of a similar nature.”
“Quite right,” the Prince agreed, nodding his head. “But that is not my concern, nor that of those involved with the railway. We will have to think of replacing Sorokine. That will be our most immediate task. Thank you for your information, Mr. Pitt, but it is not necessary to let us know anything further. Good day to you. I shall naturally thank Narraway for lending you to us in so complete a fashion.”
Pitt gritted his teeth and felt his face burn. It was partly a result of being so dismissed that allowed him to stay on the spot.
“I am sure Mr. Narraway will appreciate that, sir, and inform you that we are always at your service. I believe he will arrange to take Mr.
Sorokine tomorrow.”
“A very sad end. I liked him. But if that is how it has to be done,”
the Prince said wearily. “It is of little importance now.”
“They will also remove Mrs. Sorokine’s body,” Pitt went on, still standing in the same spot, although the Prince had moved half a step closer, and he felt crowded. There was a battle of wills between them.
“I imagine Mr. Dunkeld will wish her to have a Christian burial at some church of his choice, perhaps a family crypt.”
The Prince looked taken aback. “Yes. . yes, I imagine so. It will. .” He stopped because what he had been going to say sounded callous and he changed his mind and bit back the words. So much was clear in his expression. “I would attend, but it would draw unwelcome attention. Poor man.” A flicker of anxiety crossed his face. “I hope you will be discreet with taking Sorokine away. It would displease me deeply if there were to be a fuss now, causing speculation. Perhaps you could have him carried out, as if he were ill? In a way he is.” He gave a slight shudder of distaste. “Under proper restraint, of course.”
Pitt’s temper flared up and he physically ached with the effort of controlling it. He had liked Sorokine too. The Prince would think him very ordinary, very unsophisticated for it, but Julius Sorokine was the only one who had declined to attend the party, even though he was not in love with his wife, and she very clearly had had an affair with his half-brother.
“There are one or two matters I still need to clear up,” he said quickly, speaking with his jaw tight, teeth almost clenched, slurring his words. “We must leave the matter beyond any question.”
“Surely it is beyond question now?” the Prince said, eyebrows arched. “Sorokine killed the woman, his wife deduced it and confronted him, and he killed her. What else is there to know? He is clearly insane. It is not only discreet, but merciful that we have him committed to private care for the rest of his life. Were he a lesser man he would be hanged.”
“He would also be tried first, and given the opportunity to defend himself,” Pitt retorted instantly, and just as instantly knew that he had made an unforgivable error as far as the Prince was concerned.
“How?” the Prince said coldly. “By claiming that he is a lunatic?
We already know as much.”
Pitt was acutely aware that he was in the presence of the man who would one day, perhaps soon, be his sovereign, and to whom he would swear his oath of allegiance. In this man’s name all the law of the land would be administered. He felt a traitor even to allow such thoughts into his mind, but they were there.
“Sir, in the course of the killing of the woman, Sadie, a piece of Limoges china was broken into very small pieces indeed. From what is left of it, I can judge its approximate shape and coloring. It appears to have been a pedestal dish, white, with a picture with clear cobalt blue figuring quite prominently and a gold rim. In what room was that dish kept?”
The Prince stared at him, blinking several times. His skin looked curiously sweaty, although the room was cool.
“Sir?” Pitt repeated.
“I don’t recall such a dish,” the Prince said huskily. “There’s a great deal of porcelain. . ornaments. . things around. I haven’t noticed it.” He blinked again.
“Perhaps you might notice its absence?” Pitt suggested. “Since the servants of the guest wing cleared away the pieces, but none of them will admit to it, it has to have been in this wing, and to have been important.”
“I can’t imagine why.” The Prince was annoyed. “A domestic accident, and a servant trying to cover it, are hardly the concern of Special Branch.” There was finality in his tone and he seemed about to turn and walk away.
“Was it in your room, sir?” Pitt said abruptly. “That would explain why the servants don’t recognize it, except Mr. Tyndale, and he is afraid to tell anyone where it was. I shall have to work it out by a process of elimination.”
The Prince froze. “You exceed your duty, Inspector.” His voice was icy now, but it lacked the firmness Pitt would have expected. He stared, blinking, the sweat beaded on his forehead. “You know who killed both the prostitute and poor Mrs. Sorokine. Arrest and remove him. That is all that is required of you. I thought that was made clear.
If it was not, then allow me to do so now.”
“What was explained to me, sir, is that a prostitute had been found hacked to death here in the Palace, and it was my duty toward Her Majesty to find out what had happened, who was responsible, and to deal with it with both speed and discretion. I cannot believe that Her Majesty would not also require that it be dealt with justly.
That was not said because I assume it was not considered necessary to say it. And justice is also very practical. Injustice does not lie down quietly.”
They stared at each other, the Prince’s face mottled with ugly color, and loathing bright in his eyes. “What was this dish like?”
“I think it was probably a pedestal dish, sir, Limoges,” Pitt repeated. “There was a lot of white and blue on it, and some gold lattice.”
“I had one something like that in my own rooms. Perhaps it did come from there.” The Prince hesitated, as Pitt made no response. “I dare say the woman took it. Later, when she quarreled with Sorokine, it got broken.”
“Is anything else missing, or broken, sir?”
“No.” There was total finality in the single word.
“Obviously you did not see her leave, sir,” Pitt pointed out. “She could hardly have taken a pedestal dish and hidden it on her person without your noticing.”
The Prince said nothing. He could not argue with such a conclusion without appearing ridiculous.
“Could Mr. Sorokine have come for her?” Pitt went on relentlessly. “How was the arrangement made for them to meet? Why would she take the dish? Surely there are other things of beauty and value in your rooms, sir? Possibly easier to carry or conceal.”
“Of course I didn’t see her take it!” the Prince snapped. “And I have no idea how she managed to meet Sorokine, or even if she did.
I can’t see that it matters. It happened. She’s dead.”
“Where are her clothes, sir?”
“What?”
“She was found in the cupboard completely naked.”
The Prince’s face was ashen, his eyes blazing. “For God’s sake, man! I have no idea! Ask Sorokine. Search his rooms. Although he’s had plenty of time to get rid of them by now. Who knows what a madman does?”
