Fox nodded, as though he had expected as much. ‘For what it’s worth, Brownlow was simply following orders.’ He smiled weakly. ‘I was going to ask you to spare him for old times’ sake, but you were never much of a sentimentalist, were you?’
‘I never much liked him, either.’ Pyke looked away. He didn’t want Fox to see his own sadness.
‘No, quite.’ Fox ran his finger across his moustache. After an awkward silence he asked in a feathery voice, ‘How did you find out?’
‘You mean aside from your pathetic attempt to have me lynched the other day, outside your office?’
‘I was desperate.’ Fox’s eyes were dark with exhaustion.
Pyke waited for a moment, to organise his thoughts, and then explained that he had been bothered by two separate incidents. He had not been able to work out how Swift had known where to find the cousin, Mary Johnson, and her boyfriend, Gerry McKeown. And he had not known who had sanctioned Lizzie’s killing, especially after his initial assumption concerning Peel’s involvement had turned out to be wildly wrong.
‘And this led you to me?’
‘Not exactly.’ Pyke permitted himself a small sigh. ‘For a start, I talked to Tilling. He told me that Vines had not been of any help to Peel over the issue of police reform. He told me Vines’s loyalty, and I quote, “lay squarely with Sir Richard”. That’s when I realised what I had missed all along. Apart from me, the one other person who knew where Mary and Gerry had been staying was your coachman. He had taken us to an inn in Isleworth. I suppose I didn’t think about him because I didn’t remotely suspect you.’
Fox shrugged, almost apologetically. ‘She had to die, I’m afraid. You do know she’d actually interrupted the murders?’ He shook his head. ‘Poor girl.’
Sickened, Pyke couldn’t bring himself to look at his mentor. ‘It explains why you were so keen to locate her.’
‘Quite.’ Fox’s laugh was without humour or warmth. ‘I’m afraid Edmonton was blackmailing me by then. I had no choice but to tell him what I knew.’
‘That’s how he found out about Flynn?’
Fox nodded.
‘But once upon a time the two of you were partners, so to speak.’
‘I suppose so.’ Fox smiled weakly. ‘I had already signed my own Faustian pact.’ He looked up at the portrait of Sir Henry Fielding above the fireplace. ‘But it was Edmonton who approached me initially, rather than the other way around.’
‘He had heard about your disagreements with Peel over the whole business of police reform.’
Fox shrugged. ‘He didn’t need to tell me that he’d fallen out with the Home Secretary himself. That much was common knowledge.’
‘Both of you united by your hatred of Peel.’
Fox looked at him, clear-eyed. ‘Is that so hard to believe? That I might hate someone who was seeking to pull down everything that I believed in? Everything I’d spent my life building up?’
‘You knew Peel was determined to bring Bow Street under the auspices of the Home Office . . .’
‘And in effect kill off the Runners.’ A little colour returned to Fox’s cheeks. ‘I thought that if Peel could be persuaded, if not by logic then by blackmail, to go back on his plans . . .’
‘Then the Runners might be saved.’
Fox nodded appreciatively. ‘Exactly.’
Pyke appeared to digest this information. ‘And your job, once the bodies had been discovered in St Giles, was simply to make sure that any subsequent murder investigation would implicate Davy Magennis, and eventually uncover his link to Tilling and hence Peel.’
‘Except that you did most of that work for me,’ Fox said, matter-of-factly.
‘All I had to do was lead you to Mary Johnson.’
Fox shrugged. ‘For what it’s worth, I took no pleasure in deceiving you.’
‘What about murdering an innocent young couple and their newborn baby? Did you take any pleasure in that?’
Fox seemed aghast. ‘I didn’t kill those people.’
‘But you as good as murdered them.’
‘I wasn’t told about the plan in detail. Of course, I was told there would have to be a murder. But I didn’t know a baby might be killed. I was as appalled by that as you were.’
‘You were so appalled that you carried on as though you were wholly innocent.’
‘None of this was easy for me, Pyke. I did what I did because I thought it would be in the best interests of the Runners.’
Pyke had not expected to lose his temper, nor to react to what he learned from Fox in a violent manner, but as he listened to the old man’s callow, pathetic self-justifications, he felt a heat rising up through his chest, a knotted ball of anger that had been kept in check throughout the previous months but was now billowing up inside him like a squall of wind, clearing the emotional debris from its path.
Reaching Fox’s cowering figure in a few steps and paying no attention to the difference in their respective size or strength, he hauled him to his feet and swung at his face. His fist connected with Fox’s chin and lifted him up off his feet. As Fox crumpled on to his desk, a blast of fetid breath escaped from his mouth.
‘And did you have to kill Lizzie, too?’ Pyke said, wiping saliva from his mouth with his sleeve.
‘Lizzie? ’ Fox still seemed to be dazed from the blow.
‘Why did you kill her?’
Fox pretended to be confused.
This time Pyke slapped the old man around the face, but the threat of further violence was enough to loosen his memory and tongue.
‘I didn’t mean to.’ His face had assumed a ghastly pale complexion. His hands were trembling as well. ‘I’m sorry. I didn’t intend it to happen.’
‘Didn’t intend what to happen?’ It was as though Pyke had swallowed shards of broken glass.
Fox stared down disconsolately at the floor. ‘By that stage, it was too late, at least for me. The police bill was set to breeze through both Houses. I’d failed miserably. But Edmonton was cock-a-hoop. He not only believed he could destroy the whole Catholic Emancipation Bill but also felt he could ruin Peel’s career in the process. Meanwhile, Protestant vigilante groups were butchering Catholics right across the city. I just wanted it all to be over. I wanted to ruin Edmonton’s plans without exposing my own culpability. And I knew that, sooner rather than later, you would discover the truth and come after me. So I decided to protect myself from such a fate. I knew if you were no longer around, then the investigation into the St Giles murders would die a natural death and things could return to how they were. And I also knew that if you were dead, Edmonton would not be able to exploit what you would inevitably find out.’
It made some kind of perverted sense. ‘So you dispatched Vines to Lizzie’s place? To drug me?’
‘You mustn’t hold it against Brownlow. He had no idea what I was planning to do. He didn’t know about any of this.’
Pyke was sickened by all of it. He was sickened by Fox, Edmonton, Peel, Swift and even by himself.
Fox crawled off his desk and sat down on the chair, smoothing his moustache with the palms of his hands. ‘I knew you preferred to sleep alone. You had mentioned it to me once or twice before. But Vines, or whoever it was that carried you up the stairs, put you in Lizzie’s room. Later, after everyone had gone, I crept up the stairs. I had one of your knives in my hand. I went to your room, initially, and found it was empty. So I tiptoed across the landing to Lizzie’s room. It was dark. I stood next to your motionless body for what seemed like hours. I had the knife in my hand but I could not bring myself to do it. In the end, my nerve failed me. I’m not going to give a dramatic speech about the closeness of our relationship but, in the end, I could not kill you. I was about to leave when Lizzie woke up. Of course, she recognised me. I tried to placate her, but I had no way of explaining my presence in her bedroom. I suppose she must have seen the knife and then screamed for help, because the next thing I remember, I was trying to grab her, to stop the screaming. That’s when it must have happened. I didn’t mean to, I swear to God. I just remember standing there, staring horrified at the blood oozing from her stomach.’
For a while, neither of them spoke. Pyke thought about the last time he had seen Lizzie alive; the time they had kissed in front of Vines. On that and other occasions he had used her, but he still mourned her death. And he would grieve for her when this was done.
