'When I heard you mention the Falcon Inn, I saw my opportunity'
'I'm so pleased that you took it.'
'Nothing would stop me. I had to see you, Christopher.'
'Supposing that I'd already left?'
'Then I'd have tried to overhaul you,' she said. 'I'm no stranger to a saddle. If at all possible, I ride every day.' Susan lowered her eyes. 'I must apologise for Brilliana.'
'There's no need.'
'She was rude and inconsiderate.'
'Your sister was only responding as many others have done. The name of Redmayne is not as welcome as it was on some doorsteps.'
'Well, it's still a welcome sound in my ears,' she affirmed, looking up at him again. 'That's what I needed to tell you, Christopher. I can only imagine the pain you've suffered these past few days.'
'My problems are nothing compared with those endured by Henry.'
'I refuse to believe that he's guilty of the crime.'
'Thank you,' he said, touching her arm in gratitude. 'I, too, am persuaded of his innocence and not merely because he's my brother. I'll do all in my power to secure his release and to vindicate the reputation of the family name.'
'Even if he did commit a murder - and I'm convinced he did not - it would make no difference to my opinion of you, Christopher. I wanted you to know that.'
Christopher was moved. 'Such sentiments are the breath of life to me.'
'Unfortunately, Brilliana does not share them.'
'Nor, I suspect, does Sir Julius.'
'Father tried to forbid me to see you,' she confessed. 'He would not leave the house in Westminster until he'd handed me over to my brother-in-law, for fear that I might try to reach you.'
'Would you have done so?'
'Most assuredly.'
'That gladdens my heart.'
'I'd hoped to inveigle Lancelot into stopping his coach in Fetter Lane but Father was wise to that possibility. He warned my brother- in-law accordingly.'
'I do not blame Sir Julius,' said Christopher resignedly. 'In his view, he's only trying to protect you. So are your sister and brother-in-law.'
'I need no protection from any of them.'
'They see me as a corrupting influence.'
'Only because they do not know you as well as I do.'
'Their opinions may change when Henry's innocence is established.'
'How soon will that be, Christopher?'
He grimaced slightly. 'I wish that I knew. At the moment, the evidence points to my brother as the culprit. The surest way to exonerate him is to find the real killer.'
'Have you made any progress in that direction?'
'Very little,' he admitted. 'Being called out of London was an interruption that I could not afford, though it's had a happy conclusion. This brief meeting with you has made the whole journey worthwhile.'
'But you need to get back to the city.'
'As fast as I can, Susan.'
"Then you must be on your way,' she said, 'and so must I. If I ride hard, I can be back at Serle Court before Brilliana and Lancelot have even risen.'
'I'd hate the thought that coming to see me would get you into trouble'
'They'll not even know that I've left the house.'
'I know,' he said fondly, 'and I'll not forget this kindness.'
He tin tied her horse then helped her to mount the animal, enjoying the momentary contact with her body. Susan looked down at him with a wan smile.
'Remember that I'll be thinking of you, Christopher.'
He grinned. 'You'll be in my thoughts as well, have no fear.' After a frugal breakfast of bread and whey, Jonathan Bale set out early from his house in order to have another meeting with Captain James Harvest. His intention was to get to the man's lodging before he went off on his morning peregrinations. Jonathan felt that there was much more still to be learned from, and about, the genial soldier. Harvest worried him. He had a surface charm that hid his true character and a fondness for drink that did not impress a Puritan constable. There was also something faintly shabby about him and Jonathan was bound to ask how a man who earned a little money by giving impromptu fencing lessons in a tavern courtyard could afford to consort with people like Henry Redmayne and his friends. It was only one of many questions he wished to put to Captain Harvest. In the event, he was baulked.
'Not here?' he said with disappointment. 'Then where is he?'
'That's what I'd like to know.'
'What do you mean?'
'He's flown the coop, Mr Bale. During the night.'
'Are you sure?'
'Why else should he take all his belongings with him?'
The owner of the house was a short, stubby man in his fifties with a world-weary expression on his whiskered face. Captain Harvest had been his lodger for over six months and given him no indication that he wanted to leave. Jonathan guessed the reason for the sudden departure.
'Was there any rent outstanding?' he asked.
'A month in total.'
'And before that?'
'Captain Harvest always paid eventually,' said the other. 'I liked him, sir, that's the sad part of it. I made allowances for the captain I'd not make for all my lodgers. He was such pleasant company. Well, if you've met him, you know how engaging a fellow he was. It was worth having him here just to listen to some of his tales.'
'Tales or excuses?'
'Yes,' sighed the landlord, 'we had our share of those as well.'
'Yet he always gave you the rent in the end?'
'Either him or his friend.'
'Friend?'
'An Italian gentlemen, Mr Bale. A handsome fellow with a fine tailor, judging by his apparel. I believe that Captain Harvest worked for him from time to time.' 'Then it must have been Jeronimo Maldini.'
'That was the name,' confirmed the other. 'Maldini. He called here once or twice and the captain got him to settle his debts. They seemed quite close.'
'How well did you know Captain Harvest?'
'Not well enough, it seems.'
'Did he ever borrow any money from you?'
'Occasionally.'
'Has it all been paid back?'
'No, Mr Bale. I was a fool to trust him, I see that now.'
'Was he a creature of habit?'
'Oh, yes. He always left the house early and came back late. If he came back at all, that is, for sometimes he was out all night.'
'I can well imagine it.'
'The captain was very popular with ladies.'
'Did he ever invite any of them here?'
'No,' said the landlord, glancing over his shoulder. 'It's a decent house, as you see, but he only rented two rooms from me and they were rather small. He'd not wish to entertain female company in there.'
'Yet he brought friends like Signor Maldini here.'
'That's true.'
'Can you remember any others?'
'Only the gentleman with the coach.'
'Coach?'
'He came more than once to drop him off. It's not often you see a coach as fine as that in this street. Captain Harvest had some wealthy friends. No mistake about that.'
'Can you recall the name of this particular friend?'
'Oh, yes.'
'Well?'
'It was Godden,' said the other. 'Sir Humphrey Godden.'
After calling at his house to let Jacob know that he was back, Christopher Redmayne rode on to the address that had been left by Martin Crenlowe. It was not far from Foster Lane, where the Goldsmiths' Hall had once stood, and Christopher was interested to see that it was in the process of being restored after the ravages of the Great Fire. The premises occupied by Crenlowe were in a lane nearby and the first thing that Christopher noticed was the solidity of the doors and shutters. Constructed of stout timber, they had iron strap hinges and thick bolts. When he knocked, a grill was opened in the door so that he could be questioned by an apprentice whose face peered through the bars. It was only when he gave his name and stated his business that Christopher was admitted
. He was conducted past the workshop at the rear of the building and into the room that served as Crenlowe's office. Attention had been given to security here as well. There were iron bars at the window and the heavy chest that stood in the corner had no less than six large locks along its edge. Christopher was in the presence of gold.
'I'm so pleased to see you, Mr Redmayne,' said Crenlowe, shaking his hand. 'Pray, take a seat. I'm sure that we have much to discuss.'
'Thank you, Mr Crenlowe,' said Christopher, sitting in the chair in front of the long table that served the goldsmith as a desk. 'I'm sorry not to come earlier but business called me out of the city for a day.'
'You are a celebrated architect, I hear.'
'I aspire to be one but it may take several years yet.'
'London has need of your skills now that so much of it is being rebuilt.'
'I hope to make a small contribution to that work. But I did not come here to talk about my career, Mr Crenlowe. That's in abeyance from now on until I've managed to rescue my brother from the appalling situation in which he finds himself.'
'Naturally.'
'You visited him in Newgate, I believe?'
'I did,' said Crenlowe with a look of distaste, 'and took some food and wine with me. Henry was in a dreadful state. I hardly recognised him as the man I knew.'
"The shock of imprisonment has been too much for him.'
'He was so obviously ashamed to be seen like that.'
'Most of us would be, Mr Crenlowe.'
'I was not allowed to stay long,' said the goldsmith, 'but I think I was able to give him fresh heart. The wine, especially, would have been a treat for him.'
'It was thoughtful of you to take it.'
'I just wanted him to know that we had not abandoned him.'
'We?'
'His friends, Mr Redmayne. We're standing by him. Neither of us will accept that Henry is capable of a foul murder. He's a man of hot words rather than rash deeds. Sir Humphrey and I in agreement on that.'
'How long have you known Henry?'
'Some years.'
'Long enough to understand his failings, then.'
'And to appreciate his virtues, for he has those as well.'
Christopher appraised him. In appearance and inclination, Sir Humphrey Godden had seemed a natural companion for his brother but the goldsmith somehow did not. He seemed too quiet, intelligent and responsible. Unlike many of Henry's friends, Crenlowe worked for a living and clearly made a good profit by doing so. Looking at him now, Christopher had to remind himself that the man had been a pupil of the Italian fencing master and spent the evening with Henry on the night of the murder.
'I've spoken with Sir Humphrey Godden,' said Christopher.
'What did he tell you?'
'Almost nothing of value, Mr Crenlowe. Indeed, he was loath to talk to me at all as he was late for an appointment. You've shown Henry true friendship, and I'm grateful to you for that, but I saw little of it when I visited Covent Garden.'
'Sir Humphrey can be brusque at times.'
'This was one of them.'
'Do not be deceived by his manner. He's very fond of your brother.'
'I saw no desire in him to work for Henry's release.'
'That will surely come when the facts emerge.'
'It was those same facts that landed him in prison in the first place.'
'Henry is the victim of circumstance,' said Crenlowe, stroking his double chin. 'It was his misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.'
'And why was that?'
'Because we all went our separate ways in Fenchurch Street.'
'Yes,' said Christopher, 'but Sir Humphrey travels by coach. Bedford Street is not far from his own home. He could easily have given my brother a lift, could he not?' 'He offered to do so, Mr Redmayne.'
'Then why did Henry not accept?'
'Because he was in a contentious mood,' explained the goldsmith. "The meeting with Jeronimo Maldini had stirred up his ire. Throughout the meal, Henry could talk of nothing else but settling a score with the fencing master. Sir Humphrey had no love for the fellow but even he tired of hearing the endless rant. He wanted to leave. When he suggested that Henry should go with him, he was waved away so off he went.'
'What of you and Captain Harvest?'
'We, too, had places to go. My wife was waiting up for me and James - Captain Harvest, that is - had promised to call on friends. We urged Henry to find a carriage to take him home.'
'Then walked off and left him.'
'Unhappily, yes. I've been writhing with guilt ever since.'
'My brother was not your responsibility.'
'I should have done something, Mr Redmayne. Henry had drunk far too much. He was in a dangerous mood. The least I could have done was to make sure that he was driven home.'
'What of Captain Harvest?'
'He went off in the other direction.'
'Did he not think of taking care of my brother?'
'I fear not.'
"Why was that?'
'Because he was a good friend of Jeronimo Maldini. The rest of us had fallen out with him but James still went to the fencing school and even taught there. That was part of the trouble,' said Crenlowe with a sigh. 'He came to his friend's defence when Henry started to attack Signor Maldini. That only enraged your brother the more. He accused James of being in league with the Italian against him. Henry's language became very intemperate.'
'How did Captain Harvest respond?'
'He tried to laugh it off, as he always does. But he was angry, I could see that.'
'What did he do?'
'Stalked off as soon as we left the tavern.'
'Henry can look for no support from him, then?'
'On the contrary,' said Crenlowe, shaking his head, 'he'll get nothing but abuse. James is voicing it abroad that your brother was the killer. Jeronimo Maldini was more than a friend of his, you see. He was source of income for James. He borrowed a little money from me and even more from Sir Humphrey, but it was the fencing school that allowed him an income of sorts. Signor Maldini was generous to his friends. I know that he loaned James money on several occasions.'
'Was it ever paid back?'
'Oh, yes. James often had a run of luck at the card table.'
'Henry says that he cheated.'
"That was his opinion.'
"There's no truth in the charge?'
'Not as far as I know,' said the goldsmith. 'James had a knack for card games, there's no doubt about that. I've seen him win five hundred guineas in a night.'
'What did he do with his money?'
Crenlowe laughed. 'Lose it just as quickly the following day.'
'That was very careless of him.'
'James is a soldier of fortune,' said the goldsmith with grudging admiration. 'He takes life as it comes and makes the most of it. Rich or poor, he's happy with his lot. It's not an existence that I envy, Mr Redmayne.'
'I can see that.'
Christopher was glad that he had decided to call on Martin Crenlowe. There was a quiet complacency about the goldsmith that made it impossible to like him but he was much more forthcoming than Sir Humphrey Godden. He also evinced far less hostility towards the murder victim. Christopher wondered why.
'What did you make of Signor Maldini?' he asked.
'I respected him greatly as a fencing master.'
'And as a man?'
'I had less time for him. He was not the most appealing individual.'
'Did he ever try to humiliate you at the school?'
'Yes,' said Crenlowe with a frown. 'He goaded me unmercifully. You can see from my shape that I'm no swordsman of note. Jeronimo Maldini was and he made me look ridiculous in front of my friends.'
'Is that why you left the school?'
'It was, Mr Redmayne. I like to be treated with respect.' 'Henry, too, suffered at his hands.'
'Even more than I did. He was livid. He talked of shooting Signor Maldini.'
'But not of stab
bing him in the back.'
'He could never do that,' asserted Crenlowe, rising to his feet. 'Henry Redmayne is first and foremost a gentleman. You, above all people, should know that.'
'I do,' said Christopher loyally. 'I can see that you're a busy man, Mr Crenlowe, so I'll not impose on you for much longer. But I would like to ask about that evening when the four of you had a meal together.'
'Ask anything you wish.'
'Henry told me that you had a chance meeting with Signor Maldini?'
'And so we did. It was not far from Fenchurch Street.'
'So the four of you were walking along together when you were accosted by the fencing master. Is that what happened?'
'No, Mr Redmayne.'
"Then perhaps you could explain what did.'
'Certainly,' said the other. "There were only three of us strolling along that evening - Sir Humphrey Godden, Henry and myself.'
'Where was Captain Harvest?'
'He arrived with Jeronimo Maldini.'
Christopher was astonished. 'Even though he knew how much you all disliked his friend? Some people might say that that was an act of provocation.'
'James said that he had met Signor Maldini by accident. He'd arranged to meet us at the tavern and did not expect to encounter the three of us in the street. In fairness to him, when the argument started, James was the one who tried to quell it.'
'Do you believe that the meeting with his friend was accidental?'
'I did at the time.'
'And now?'
'I think that James was lying,' said Crenlowe seriously. 'He merely pretended to intervene in a quarrel that he had deliberately set up. Henry Redmayne and Jeronimo Maldini were like two fighting cocks. Captain James Harvest was the man who sharpened their spurs.'
Chapter Eight
Jonathan Bale always felt uncomfortable when he visited the house in Fetter Lane. It was spacious, well-furnished and filled with the individual touches that only a man of artistic talent could devise. It made his own home seem small, bare and lacking in any real character. The presence of a servant was another factor that set the two abodes apart. Employing someone to cook, clean and run the house was a concept that Jonathan would never have considered, even if he could have afforded the expense. There was streak of self- reliance in him that rebelled against the very notion. While he liked Jacob Vout as a person, therefore, the man's role as a servant made their relationship uneasy for him. The constable was soon shuffling his feet.
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