Jane And The Unpleasantness At Scargrave Manor Part 21

"I did."

"For what purpose, pray?" Sir William's eyebrows were drawn down to his nose, as though all such visits to Scargrave must be suspect.

"I was to attend a ball in honour of the Countess's marriage, and stay some weeks," I said, with an effort to throw my voice the length of the chamber. From the number of white hairs and befuddled looks among the a.s.sembled peerage, however, I doubted that even the clangour of the Final Judgment should disturb their peace.

"And how did her ladyship's spirits appear on the evening in question?"

I hesitated, and looked to Isobel. Her hands gripped the railing of the accused's box painfully, and her face was studiously averted from Fitzroy Payne's. A greater picture of dignity I could not find in the room, nor one to so tear at the heart. But my friend was deathly pale; and I feared she might faint.

"The Countess was very animated," I told Sir William, "as any young bride might be-opening the dance with her husband, partaking of the food he brought for her, and circulating among her guests to receive their best wishes. I had never seen her ladyship in better health, nor more beautiful"-I hesitated an instant, summoning my courage, and stared Sir William full in the face-"until, that is, Lord Harold Trowbridge appeared, and cast a cloud over her enjoyment."

Sir William started, and narrowed his eyes. "Please keep to the question, Miss Austen," he said.

"So I have done, sir," I protested. "You enquired as to her ladyship's spirits; and one cannot properly mark the decline in them upon meeting Lord Harold-so severe a decline, indeed, that she was forced to quit the room a few moments-unless one comprehends how elevated they were at the evening's commencement."

A short, ruby-faced gentleman sporting a silk robe with four bars of ermine on his shoulder-the robe of a Duke-shot up from the peers' bench with a choleric splutter. "Damme, Reynolds, find out what the woman would say! I'll not have Harry maligned before the entire Gallery!"

The very Duke of Wilborough, poor Bertie by name. My words at least had affected Trowbridge's brother. I shifted my eyes along the ranks of the spectators' gallery and found the one I sought; Trowbridge himself, his dark, narrow face utterly composed, and his unreadable eyes intent upon mine. I quailed, and looked away, appalled at what I might have done. But Isobel's life was in the balance; and if I must cause a riot in the House of Lords to free her, I should do so with equanimity.

The Lord High Steward called for order, with a look of dudgeon and a scowl in my direction; he then ordered Sir William to question me further regarding Lord Harold Trowbridge.

A brief smile twitched at the corners of Sir William's mouth; for an instant, it seemed, he applauded my bravery.

"Miss Austen, were you present at the encounter between Lord Harold and Lady Scargrave?"

"I was."

"And what did you observe?"

"Lord Harold pressed the Countess closely regarding a matter of business, and ignored her request that he should better wait until the morrow. He then being called to the Earl's library, she was freed of him; but the episode cost her dearly in composure."

"And after Lord Harold's departure, did her ladyship remark upon the scene?"

"She did. She said that Lord Harold had hounded her to the ends of the earth, and that she should never be free of him." Another splutter from the peers' bench, which I ignored. "Following the Earl's death, in great despondency, the Countess laid the entire matter before me-for without the Earl, she should be ever more prey to Lord Harold, and her husband's loss was accordingly a severe blow."

"Miss Austen," Sir William said warningly, "pray confine yourself to facts, and leave judgment for the a.s.sembly."

"Yes, Sir William."

My old friend turned towards the Lord High Steward. "I would request a recess, my lord, in order to call Lord Harold Trowbridge, and present him as a witness at the Bar. It is best to have his his story regarding matters between himself and the Countess, rather than Miss Austen's." story regarding matters between himself and the Countess, rather than Miss Austen's."

"So it shall be," the Lord High Steward p.r.o.nounced, letting fall his gavel; and I was allowed to step down-Sir William having failed to reach any of the matters for which my testimony was required-that of the finding of Isobel's handkerchief, or the maid's body, or indeed the sc.r.a.p of foolscap overwritten by Fitzroy Payne's hand.

"YOU HAVE TAKEN A GREAT RISK, MISS AUSTEN," MR. Cranley said gravely, as he handed me a cup of tea in the witnesses' anteroom; "for we cannot know what Lord Harold Trowbridge shall say at the Bar, and we are powerless to counter it. Nor can we show that any collusion existed between him and the maid-as we must, if we are to suggest he is responsible for the Earl's death."

"I offer my apologies, Mr. Cranley," I said humbly, sipping at the restorative liquid; "I confess I did not think that far beyond the moment. I merely wished to divert the a.s.sembly from consideration of Isobel's guilt. You You know that Sir William is not obliged to present evidence that does not support his case; and I was determined to make it known that Isobel depended upon her husband's fortune, and was thus unlikely to have killed him, when at his death it must pa.s.s to his heir. But I was unable to say that much." know that Sir William is not obliged to present evidence that does not support his case; and I was determined to make it known that Isobel depended upon her husband's fortune, and was thus unlikely to have killed him, when at his death it must pa.s.s to his heir. But I was unable to say that much."

"Sir William may as readily suggest that the heir's fortune should be Isobel's," the barrister pointed out, "can he but introduce the notion that they were lovers."

"And how should he do that? The maid alone knew; and the maid is dead."

"AH of London suspects it; I have heard it myself, in three separate places, during the course of the past week. But all that that is hearsay. Our greatest danger lies with yourself." is hearsay. Our greatest danger lies with yourself."

"I shall never p.r.o.nounce such a thing in public, even did I know it to be true!" I cried stoutly.

"Sir William might demand it of you, Miss Austen, when you are next at the Bar; and you are are under oath." under oath."

I saw then that I had a great deal to learn of the law, and wished heartily that one of my brothers was an adept at the profession; and vowed to be more careful in future. But I had little time to consider how virtuous that future should be-a bell was rung announcing that the proceedings should recommence, and we were obliged to find our seats once more within the House. I observed that Mr. Cranley settled himself in his with a worried frown; and regretted my unfettered tongue.

I soon put aside all thoughts of self, however, for the tall form of Lord Harold Trowbridge strode through the a.s.sembly's ranks, under escort of the Court. He moved with his usual athletic grace, an ease that never deserted him; and kept his face to the front of the room. Upon arriving at the witness box, however, he found my eyes, and held my gaze with an expression of amus.e.m.e.nt. He seemed to feel only delight in my efforts to heighten his notoriety.

The Lord High Steward called us both to attention.

Sir William cleared his throat, and glanced at his notes. I knew he bore Harold Trowbridge little affection, and wondered how my old friend felt, turning to such a man from need. "Did you, Lord Harold, speak with the Countess of Scargrave in the presence of her friend Miss Austen, on the night of the Earl's death?"

"I did."

"Would you describe the nature of the interview?"

"It was a business matter," Trowbridge said dismissively.

Sir William frowned. "A matter for the Countess, and not her husband?"

"As the property I sought to purchase was entirely the Countess's, it was solely her consent that was necessary."

"And how did her ladyship respond?"

"She very nearly showed me the door," Trowbridge said, with a thin smile.

"The Countess was not amenable to your proposals?"

"The Countess has long been opposed to them."

I felt my spirits begin to lift with hope. Perhaps even Lord Harold would speak the truth, when under oath. I glanced at Isobel, and saw that her eyes were fixed upon her enemy as if in a trance; Fitzroy Payne stared at nothing, his thoughts apparently elsewhere.

"And why is that, Lord Harold?" Sir William said.

"Because she does not wish to turn over her property."

"And what property is that?"

"The property I wished to purchase."

He is relishing this fool's errand, I thought, gazing at Trowbridge's heavy-lidded eyes; he says no more nor less than he must, and will drive Sir William mad before he lets slip anything that is damaging to himself. But my old friend the magistrate leaned forward keenly, his eyes fixed on the witness's face, as he posed the next question.

"Lord Harold, was the Earl Earl equally opposed to your aims for his wife's property?" equally opposed to your aims for his wife's property?"

"He was not," Trowbridge said.

I started in my seat, all amazement. A deliberate falsehood! I looked for Isobel, and saw her sway where she sat.

"His lordship wished to complete the sale?"

"The Earl's object was in every way aligned with my own," the rogue calmly replied; and at that, I heard Isobel gasp. As I watched, she slipped from her stool in a dead faint; it was as I thought-the strain had been too great to bear.

A murmur arose from the a.s.sembly, and Sir William halted before Lord Harold, his questions suspended. Fitzroy Payne leapt to his feet, all solicitude for the Countess's distress; and this, too, should be noted by the a.s.sembled peers. He was restrained by the Clerk, and Isobel righted; her wrists were chafed, and smelling salts administered, and she very shortly opened her eyes; but so ill was her appearance, that the Lord High Steward ordered her conveyed from the room, and the proceedings adjourned for the day.

"WHAT CAN BE HIS GAME?" I I QUERIED MR. CRANLEY-NOT QUERIED MR. CRANLEY-NOT for the first time, as I turned back and forth before the drawing-room fire at Scargrave House. We were alone, and wasting away the hours remaining until dinner with little appet.i.te. f.a.n.n.y Delahoussaye seemed much fatigued from her parade before the House of Lords, and had gone above to rest, to Mr. Cranley's disappointment. Madame had no reason to seek my company-if anything, she avoided it, since our contretemps of a few days before. But I had no time to spare for the sensibilities of Delahoussayes. for the first time, as I turned back and forth before the drawing-room fire at Scargrave House. We were alone, and wasting away the hours remaining until dinner with little appet.i.te. f.a.n.n.y Delahoussaye seemed much fatigued from her parade before the House of Lords, and had gone above to rest, to Mr. Cranley's disappointment. Madame had no reason to seek my company-if anything, she avoided it, since our contretemps of a few days before. But I had no time to spare for the sensibilities of Delahoussayes.

"Trowbridge has deliberately lied before the Bar," I declared to the barrister, "and should be cited for perjury!" My tone betrayed my indignation, which was considerable. That I felt responsible for the rogue's appearance at all, I need not underline; and my guilt and remorse only heightened my desire to shake Trowbridge's grin from his insolent face.

"But how are we to prove perjury?" Mr. Cranley asked reasonably. "We have only the word of the Countess that her husband was bent upon fighting Lord Harold. Trowbridge knows as much, and feels secure in his deceit. He may say anything he likes, while the Countess but looks on and faints."

"There is not a man more despicable," I retorted bitterly, and threw myself into a chair with less than my usual grace. "Having dispatched Isobel's husband-her sole defender-Trowbridge would send her to the gallows, the better to win the property he cannot gain by any other means!"

"There is still Madame's consent," Mr. Cranley pointed out. "But perhaps Trowbridge shall kill her as well."

"That is hardly necessary-at Isobel's death, the property shall pa.s.s to f.a.n.n.y, and as the sole trustee, Madame may turn it over to Lord Harold as she wishes. She shall free herself of an inc.u.mbrance, and think no more of Crosswinds."

"But she must know that the late Earl's intentions were not as Trowbridge would suggest," Mr. Cranley mused. "Perhaps I shall call her to the Bar when I have my day in Court, and make her declare the Earl opposed to Trowbridge's schemes."

"And now you you would expose us to risk," I told him. "We cannot know whether Madame has fallen in with Lord Harold or not. For a.s.suredly she has visited Wilborough House. Her consent may already have been won; and fearing to alienate her business partner, she may publicly deny all knowledge of the late Earl's views." would expose us to risk," I told him. "We cannot know whether Madame has fallen in with Lord Harold or not. For a.s.suredly she has visited Wilborough House. Her consent may already have been won; and fearing to alienate her business partner, she may publicly deny all knowledge of the late Earl's views."

"I fear you are right," Mr. Cranley said, as he rose with a heavy sigh; "and now, Miss Austen, I must bid you adieu. adieu. Tomorrow comes early, and we have a difficult day before us; I must prepare late into the night, in the event that I am called upon to present the defence." The barrister's face was very weary; and in his countenance I read a little of my own despair. Tomorrow comes early, and we have a difficult day before us; I must prepare late into the night, in the event that I am called upon to present the defence." The barrister's face was very weary; and in his countenance I read a little of my own despair.

"Have we any hope?" I said, faltering.

He hesitated, his eyes upon my face. "There is always hope. Did I not believe that, I should have quit the Bar altogether, and long before this."

"Do not coddle me, Mr. Cranley; I am not a child."

"Very well," he rejoined. "There is very little hope, Miss Austen. But even that is reason to persevere."

IT WAS A POOR SORT OF EVENING IN PORTMAN SQUARE; I dined with Mr. George Hearst-who is sunk in more than his usual melancholy in the wake of his brother's suicide-and the Delahoussayes. All were silent but for f.a.n.n.y, who had heard herself admired at her seat in the Gallery, and could not contain herself; for the author of the compliment was a marquess, and the silly girl valued the opinion in a fashion commensurate with his rank. Did she earn the glances of a duke or two on the morrow, I should be forced to take my meals in my room. I dined with Mr. George Hearst-who is sunk in more than his usual melancholy in the wake of his brother's suicide-and the Delahoussayes. All were silent but for f.a.n.n.y, who had heard herself admired at her seat in the Gallery, and could not contain herself; for the author of the compliment was a marquess, and the silly girl valued the opinion in a fashion commensurate with his rank. Did she earn the glances of a duke or two on the morrow, I should be forced to take my meals in my room.

When we had left Mr. Hearst to his solitary Port and his lonely cigar, and repaired, as ladies must, to take tea in the sitting-room, f.a.n.n.y declared herself a trifle indisposed-as well she might be, with the burden I knew she carried-and tripped gaily to her room, visions of peers in ermine-trimmed robes no doubt lighting her way to bed. I seated myself over some needlework, the better to marshal my thoughts; for I had formed a dangerous resolution at dinner, and should never have a better opportunity to act upon it.

"Madame," I said.

She looked up from her book with a coldness that must give one pause. "Yes, Miss Austen?"

"Have you any views as to today's events?"

Madame Delahoussaye's lips compressed and she returned to her book. "I do not think too little can be said upon the subject."

"That is indeed unfortunate," I rejoined, "for I had hoped you might shed some light on Lord Harold's extraordinary behaviour."

"What can I know of Lord Harold that you do not? From your surprising display upon the witness stand, I should have thought you the man's intimate these several months at least."

"What can can you mean, Madame?" you mean, Madame?"

The covers of her-volume came, together, with a snap. "That you had no business embroiling such a man in this affair," Madame Delahoussaye declared, "and that your impudence is far beyond your station, my girl." She rose with alacrity, as though to depart.

"But Lord Harold is embroiled in it of himself," I said, feigning bewilderment.

"So you you would have it." Madame crossed to the sitting-room door and laid her hand upon the k.n.o.b. would have it." Madame crossed to the sitting-room door and laid her hand upon the k.n.o.b.

I sat back in my chair and surveyed such haste with amus.e.m.e.nt. "I wonder at your defending a man of whom you profess to know nothing, Madame."

She turned her head as rapidly as an adder. "It is not Lord Harold I would defend, Miss Austen, but my dear Isobel; and I fear her friends are become her worst enemies."

I snorted my contempt. "I rejoice to hear that protecting the Countess is now become your aim."

"It is the dearest consideration of my heart," she rejoined stonily, and took up again the doork.n.o.b.

I drew my needle swiftly through my canvas. "It was on her her behalf, then, that you visited Lord Harold at Wilborough House but a few days ago?" behalf, then, that you visited Lord Harold at Wilborough House but a few days ago?"

Her fingers dropped from the doork.n.o.b as though suddenly made nerveless. "I did no such thing. What use have I for such a man?"

"I wondered at it myself. You have always professed yourself his enemy. And so when my sister Eliza remarked upon your having met with him-she is, as you know, an intimate of the d.u.c.h.ess's-I could not satisfy my curiosity. But as you say you did not visit, she must have been mistaken. I dare say it was the card of some other some other Madame Delahoussaye she saw." Madame Delahoussaye she saw."

Madame did not honour me with a reply, but drew a shuddering breath, and for an instant I thought she might cross to where I sat and seize my throat in her two hands. But her self-mastery was admirable; she merely nodded frigidly, and swept from the room.

I liked her too little to care for her good opinion; I wished only to frighten her into some exposure, and was very well pleased with the effect of my questions.

I HAD NOT HAD A MOMENT'S REST ALL DAY HAD NOT HAD A MOMENT'S REST ALL DAY-had not even sought my room to change before dinner, the interval between Mr. Cranley's departure and the bell having been too short. So I mounted the steps now in Madame Delahoussaye's wake with a sense of crushing weariness, fearful of the morrow and my own place in it-and found that, to my glad joy, a letter from my brother Frank awaited my eager eyes.

8 January 1803 Ramsgate My dearest Jane- Your letter arrived by this morning's post, and I was made so happy by its receipt, I little cared that it proved brief and barely legible upon first reading. When I divined, however, that your sole concern was the nature of deep-water ports in the colonies-no word of your gaieties or writing, and not a question spared as to the health and happiness of your brother-I felt certain you must be taken ill. I had nearly resolved to apply for leave, and hasten to London and your deathbed, when I read the letter again. Whatever the cause of your request, it has a certain urgency that will not be denied; and so I shall leave off raillery and offer a straight reply.

You believe that Lord Harold Trowbridge wishes to purchase the port for some nefarious purpose, and that the woman in whose power it remains desires only to discharge the estate's debt, without questioning the reason for his interest in its acquisition. That Trowbridge has journeyed to France is of singular interest, for it has come to my knowledge-and this must remain our secret, Jane-that a naval engagement may shortly arise in the very waters of which you write, should Buonaparte's forces sail from Martinique, and our own fleet from ports in the Barbadoes. If Trowbridge is aware of this, as well-and with his access to the higher circles, it is entirely possible-he may be plotting some effort on behalf of His Majesty's government, in which event the woman's port should prove essential. More than this, I cannot say; but you know, dear Jane, that the truce between Buonaparte and our King was nothing more than a pause to draw breath. The blow shall come, and on several fronts, I fear; the Corsican would test our Navy's right to rule the seas, and we must not fail.

Write to me again when you have something else in your head besides military strategy; but know that you have, as always, the love of your dearest brother- Frank

Chapter 24 - The Sun King Deposed.

9 January 1803, cont.

I HAVE A MIND AMAZED AT ITS OWN DISCOMPOSURE-FOR HAVE A MIND AMAZED AT ITS OWN DISCOMPOSURE-FOR I know, now, why Lord Scargirave had to be killed-why Isobel and Fitzroy must be sacrificed; and it is so that high treason might be done. It is impossible that Lord Harold should act on behalf of His Majesty; he is too much of a charlatan, too readily the property of the highest bidder. No, Trowbridge must be in the employ of Buonaparte himself, and means to betray the Barbadoes-and England's Navy-with Madame Delahoussaye's willing a.s.sistance. I know, now, why Lord Scargirave had to be killed-why Isobel and Fitzroy must be sacrificed; and it is so that high treason might be done. It is impossible that Lord Harold should act on behalf of His Majesty; he is too much of a charlatan, too readily the property of the highest bidder. No, Trowbridge must be in the employ of Buonaparte himself, and means to betray the Barbadoes-and England's Navy-with Madame Delahoussaye's willing a.s.sistance.

Frank had said that the French might well sail from Martinique, the island from which Buonaparte's consort, Josephine, sprang. The Delahoussayes themselves had been a powerful family in that French colony, and I doubted little that Madame's sentiments still veered towards France, however English her frivolous daughter had become. Madame had conspired to wrest Cross-winds from Isobel, burdening the property with heavy debt, diverting the income from the estate to her own pockets, and finally-when Isobel's marriage promised fair to save her from financial ruin-with murder. The maid Marguerite was herself a Creole of French extraction-and had come to Isobel from Madame's household, to serve as spy in her niece's camp. That she owed Madame more loyalty than her mistress, need not even be stated; and for her services to the former she had, no doubt, been well-paid. Marguerite proved useful when it came time to place poison in the Earl's dish; and then had dutifully kept her rendezvous with death.