‘William, explain yourself.’
‘Hellequin was hiding himself in Paris. Such a youthful-looking person would find it easy to secrete himself in the student community. It is a chaotic assemblage, with young men coming and going without too much scrutiny. He probably attached himself to Adam Morrish’s medical school because he knew much about medicines already. I think he wanted access to the drugs Adam stored in his medical chest. And he found he had a hold over Adam, thereby gaining access to the chest. With it, he amused himself by dispensing some of the more interesting drugs to the other students. It was something he had done before.’
‘What do you mean?’
Falconer shrugged in response to Thomas’s question.
‘I am only surmising. Perhaps he took the drugs only in order to confuse the mind of Paul Hebborn, so that he could arrange for Morrish to kill him more easily.’
Thomas gave a yelp that Falconer quietened with an admonitory finger to his lips.
‘Quiet. Edward must not hear us.’
‘But why do you think Jack Hellequin arranged the death of Paul Hebborn? Why would he want him killed? And what about John Fusoris?’
‘Oh, yes, he certainly had Fusoris killed too. And for a similar reason.’
Saphira’s face broke into a soft smile of realization. She could see where Falconer was going with all this, but she let him continue. She did not want to steal his thunder.
‘He had a hold over Morrish and got him to kill Hebborn because of a curious coincidence.’ He grimaced. ‘You know how I hate coincidences. But in this case they form the cause and origin of all this mess. Paul Hebborn was just unlucky to have been caught up in it.’
‘It has to do with Hebborn’s family being one of the disinherited ones after the Barons’ War in England, doesn’t it?’
Falconer nodded eagerly at Saphira’s supposition.
‘Exactly. Not only did Hebborn know who Hellequin really was, but Hellequin also knew who Adam Morrish wasn’t.’
Thomas could contain himself no longer.
‘This sounds more complicated than the Gordian knot. Do I have to cut through it myself, like the great Alexander? Tell me what you mean by it.’
Falconer patted Thomas on the arm.
‘Hellequin knew Adam wasn’t Amaury de Montfort, despite the rumours, for a very simple reason. Hellequin himself is Amaury.’
Thomas took a deep breath and continued Falconer’s line of thinking.
‘And poor Paul Hebborn knew Hellequin was Amaury because he had seen him, albeit at a distance, in the medical school in Padua.’
‘Yes. Maybe he wasn’t sure at first. It may have taken him a while to figure out why he recognized Hellequin. But when he realized, he must have inadvertently let Hellequin know the truth. If the game of taking opium had already begun, it would have been easy for Hellequin…’
‘Amaury.’
‘. . For Hellequin-Amaury to feed Hebborn opium and lure him to the tower of Notre-Dame for a secret meeting. He was hoping Hebborn would merely step off into space while his mind was befuddled.’
‘But he made sure Morrish was there, just in case he didn’t fall. And when he didn’t, the faker pushed him.’
‘Either way, Hellequin… Amaury… damn it, I have known him as Hellequin too long to change now… he was responsible for Hebborn’s death. And he was equally responsible for Morrish killing Fusoris. He no doubt feared that Hebborn had spoken to him and told him his secret. If Hebborn had a friend among the students, it was Fusoris. And sadly that was his death warrant.’
Thomas’s face looked as though it had been carved in stone. He remembered that Hellequin had known of Thomas’s interest in Fusoris, because he had asked Jack how to find him. A sense of guilt hung over him like a dark cloak. He had been duped by Jack Hellequin, whom he had liked. Amaury de Montfort’s youthful looks had stood him in good stead in his guise as a student of medicine, who would have already spent several years studying the arts. As Thomas had done so recently himself. It turns out he was thirty years of age and adept at dissimulation and deceit. From what William was suggesting, his distribution of opium had not begun with the students of Adam Morrish.
‘When you said Amaury had done this before in relation to using opium, what did you mean?’
‘I was recalling what Sir Humphrey Segrim had said to me before we left England. He had sworn that Odo de Reppes had been wild-eyed when he saw him in the church in Viterbo.’
‘At the murder of Henry of Almain.’
‘Exactly. Odo said the same thing when I questioned him. He said he had felt euphoric both before and during the foul deed. And the two other de Montfort brothers had apparently behaved wildly too. It is not beyond the bounds of possibility that Hellequin made them feel quite reckless with opium then incited them to do what they did. It was a bloody and a crazy act. He then made sure he was well out of the way when it all came to a head, and therefore innocent of complicity. It was the same with Adam Morrish. He kept his own hands clean and had someone else perpetrate the deeds we have been investigating.’
Saphira touched William’s arm.
‘But if Hellequin is indeed Amaury de Montfort, do you not want to tell the king and let him deal with it?’
Falconer shook his head.
‘Edward is too engrossed in his feud with the de Montforts to use a clear head. He will blunder around, throwing men-at-arms at the problem. Meanwhile, Amaury will slip away. No, we must try to find him ourselves, quietly and discreetly.’
‘Where do we start?’
It was Thomas’s question, and Saphira answered it.
‘If the gates of the city are still closed, and there are guards on the bridges, then the only way out of the city is by the river itself.’
‘Exactly.’ Falconer shepherded them further down the passageway. ‘And we should get to the river bank as soon as possible. Hellequin has had a head start on us already.’
They hurried along the labyrinth of corridors in the Royal Palace and out into the street. There they stopped, realizing the enormity of their search. Boats lined both sides of the Seine, though it was from the Right Bank that most of the craft plied their trade. The area around La Grève was where many seagoing vessels loaded and unloaded. Falconer suggested that would be where Hellequin would make for. But Thomas disagreed.
‘True, it is busy, and he may be able to hide in the crowd. But the Left Bank is more familiar to him, and fewer boats mean fewer people are likely to see him. He also knows some of the sailors who drink in the Withered Vine, which is close by where they moor up.’
Saphira agreed.
‘Thomas is right. A hunted animal will always run to ground in familiar territory.’
Falconer flung up his hands in defeat.
‘We have no more time to debate this. You are probably right. Let’s try the Left Bank.’
They crossed the Petit Pont, pushing past the two men-at-arms on the southern side. The soldiers, taxed with looking for Amaury, gazed suspiciously at Thomas. But they let him pass when Saphira smiled and professed that the boy was her son, and not who they were looking for. Thomas blushed in embarrassment, mumbling to Saphira that she needn’t have said that. She pinched his cheek.
‘Are you ashamed to be taken for my son, Thomas?’
‘If that makes me in some way William’s stepson too, yes I am.’
Falconer aimed a swipe at Thomas, who quickly led them along the narrow lane running parallel to the river and past Morrish’s one-time medical school. They first tried the tavern where the ships’ captains often passed their time waiting for the right time to sail down to Rouen and catch the tidal flow. The Withered Vine was unusually quiet, so Falconer asked the landlord if he had seen Jack Hellequin recently. The landlord was a cheery, red-faced man, who obviously imbibed too much of his own stock. It also made him incautious with his knowledge.