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Lord Charles do this?’

      A cold sensation of panic visited Roberta. Was it, after all, Lord Charles whom they suspected? And again it seemed to her that it was impossible to guess at Lord Charles’s thoughts. He was always politely remote, a background to his family. She discovered that she had no understanding of his reaction to his brother’s murder. She said that of course it was more of a tragedy for him. Lord Wutherwood had been his only brother. She regretted this immediately, anticipating Alleyn’s next question.

      ‘Were they much attached to each other?’

      ‘They didn’t meet very often,’ Roberta said and knew that she had blundered. Alleyn did not press this point but asked her what she had thought of Lord Wutherwood. She said quickly that she had seen him for the first time that afternoon.

      ‘May we have your first impression?’ Alleyn asked. But Roberta was nervous now and racked her brains for generalities. Lord Wutherwood, she said, was not very noticeable. He was rather quiet and colourless. There had been so many people, she hadn’t paid any particular attention – She broke off, disturbed by Alleyn’s gently incredulous glance.

      ‘But it seems to me,’ he said, ‘that you are a good observer.’

      ‘Only of people who interest me.’

      ‘And Lord Wutherwood did not interest you?’ Roberta did not speak, remembering that she had watched both the Wutherwoods with an interest inspired by the object of their visit. A vivid picture of that complaisant yet huffy face rose before her imagination. She saw again the buck teeth, the eyes set too close to the thin nose, the look of speculative disapproval. She couldn’t quite force herself to deny this picture. Alleyn waited for a moment and then as she remained stubbornly silent he said: ‘And what about Lady Wutherwood?’

      ‘You couldn’t not notice her,’ Roberta said quickly. ‘She was so very odd.’

      ‘In what way?’

      ‘But you’ve seen her.’

      ‘Since her husband was murdered, remember.’

      ‘There’s not all that difference,’ said Roberta bluntly.

      Alleyn looked steadily at her. Under cover of the table Roberta clasped her hands together. What next?

      Alleyn said: ‘Did you join the reconnaissance party, Miss Grey?’

      ‘The –? I don’t understand.’

      ‘Perhaps reconnaissance is not quite the word. Did you listen with the others to the conversation next door?’

      It hadn’t seemed such an awful thing to do at the time, Roberta told herself wildly. The Lampreys had assured her that Lord Charles wouldn’t mind. In a way it had been rather fun. Why, oh why, should it show so shabbily, now that this man asked her about it! Lying on the floor with her ears to the door! Spying! Her cheeks were burning coals. She would not unclasp her hands. She would sit there, burning before him, not lowering her gaze.

      ‘Yes,’ said Roberta clearly, ‘I did.’

      ‘Will you tell me what you heard?’

      ‘No. I’d rather not do that.’

      ‘We’ll have to see if any of the servants were about,’ said Alleyn thoughtfully. A hot blast of fury and shame prevented Roberta from understanding that he was not deliberately insulting her, deliberately suggesting that she had behaved like an untrustworthy housemaid. And she could say nothing to justify herself. She heard her own voice stammering out words that meant nothing. In a nightmare of shame she looked at her own indignity. ‘It wasn’t like that – we were together – we weren’t doing it like that – it was because we were anxious to know –’ The unfamiliar voice whined shamefully on until out of the fog of her own discomfiture she saw Alleyn looking at her with astonishment, and she was able to be silent.

      ‘Here, I say, hi!’ said Alleyn. ‘What’s all this about?’ Roberta, on the verge of tears, stared at the opposite wall. She felt rather than saw him get up and come round the table towards her. Now he stood above her. In her misery she noticed that he smelt pleasantly. Something like a new book in a good binding, said her brain which seemed to be thinking frantically in several directions. She would not, she would not cry in front of these men.

      ‘I’m so sorry,’ the deep voice was saying. ‘I see. Look here, Miss Grey, I wasn’t hurling insults at you. Really. I mean it would have been perfectly outrageous if I had suggested –’ He broke off. His air of helplessness steadied Roberta. She looked up at him. His face was twisted into a singular grimace. His left eyebrow had climbed half-way up his forehead. His mouth was screwed to one side as if a twinge of toothache bothered him. ‘Oh damn!’ he said.

      ‘It’s all right,’ said Roberta, ‘but you made it sound so low. I suppose it was really.’

      ‘We’re all low at times,’ said Alleyn comfortably. ‘I can see why you wanted to hear the interview. A good deal depended on it. Lord Charles asked his brother to get him out of his financial box, didn’t he?’

      Desperate speculations as to the amount of information he had already collected joggled about in Roberta’s brain. If he knew positively the gist of the interview she would do harm in denying Lord Charles’s appeal. If he didn’t know he might yet find out. And what had Lady Katherine told him?

      She said: ‘I may have listened at door cracks but at least I can hold my tongue about what I heard.’ And even that sounded bad. If Alleyn had been mistaken, of course she would have said so. ‘He knows,’ she thought desperately. ‘He knows.’

      ‘You will understand,’ Alleyn said, ‘that from our point of view this discussion between the brothers is important. You see we know why Lord Wutherwood came here. We know what it was hoped would be the result of the interview. I think you would all have been only too ready to tell us if Lord Wutherwood had agreed to help his brother.’

      What would Henry and Lord Charles tell him? They had spoken about it in French. She had caught enough of the conversation to realize this. What had the twins told him? Had they agreed to lie about it? Why not? Why not, since Uncle G. was dead and could not give them away? But Alleyn could not have asked the twins about the interview or they would have said so on their return. So it was up to her. The word perjury was caught up in her thoughts with a dim notion of punishment. But she could do them no harm. Only herself, because she lied to the police in the execution of their duty. That wasn’t right. Lying statement. False statement. She must speak now. Now. With conviction. She seemed to hover for eternity on the edge of utterance and when her voice did come it was without any conscious order from her brain.

      ‘But,’ said Roberta’s voice, ‘didn’t they tell you? Lord Wutherwood promised to help his brother.’

      ‘Do you speak French, Miss Grey?’ asked Alleyn.

      ‘No,’ said Roberta.

      Back in the drawing-room Roberta returned to her fireside seat. The Lampreys watched her with guarded inquisitiveness.

      ‘Well, Robin,’ said Henry, ‘I trust your little spot of inquisition passed off quietly.’

      ‘Oh yes,’ said Roberta. ‘Mr Alleyn just wanted to know where I was and all that.’ And nerving herself, she said: ‘You know, my dears, I’ve been thinking you must be very glad he was so generous after all. It’ll be nice to remember that, won’t it?’

      There was a dead silence. Roberta looked into Lord Charles’s eyes and then into Henry’s. ‘Won’t it?’ she repeated.

      ‘Yes,’ said Henry after a long pause. ‘It’ll be nice to remember that.’

       CHAPTER 15

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