I asked harshly, ‘Is this true?’
Richard nodded. ‘I have this morning confirmed it with Lawyer Hulin of Back Street.’
‘But how did you first come to know of it? Who told you what Mistress Ford had done?’
Once again, the sergeant seemed uncomfortable, but he answered straightforwardly enough, ‘It was Sister Jerome who advised me to speak to her brother-in-law on the subject.’ And when I raised my eyebrows in enquiry, he continued, ‘It would appear that Master Hulin is also Master Overbecks’s legal man of affairs. When Master Overbecks visited him yesterday afternoon, he met Mistress Ford, who was just leaving.’ It was my turn to nod, knowing this to be true, Cicely having told me as much herself. Richard shrugged. ‘Master Overbecks was curious about her visit, and the two men being old friends, the lawyer, whether he should have done so or not, confided in Master Overbecks the reason why she had gone to see him. Later, it seems that Mistress Overbecks went missing, and her husband went up to the Magdalen Nunnery to find out if she was with her sister. During the course of his conversation with Sister Jerome, he mentioned the fact of your future inheritance as being a piece of gossip that would interest her. So, knowing this, Sister Jerome, on discovering her friend’s body, leaped very naturally to the conclusion that you must be the murderer. Particularly as she had seen someone whom she thought to be you climbing Saint Michael’s Hill at two o’clock in the morning.’
‘A very reasonable assumption to make,’ I agreed caustically. ‘And one with which everyone else seems more than happy to have concurred. My good name, my reputation, my known friendship with Mistress Ford all seem to have counted for absolutely nothing.’
The sergeant looked down at his feet and shuffled them in yesterday’s stale straw, as yet unchanged by Adela.
‘I’m sorry you’re so bitter, Roger,’ he said, no doubt seeing future cosy evenings spent in our company, and in our new and comfortable home, vanishing like smoke. ‘But you must admit that had you been unable to account for your movements last night — had it been merely you and your wife and children asleep here, in the cottage, your word against Sister Jerome’s — things would have looked very black for you. The sheriff himself ordered your arrest on the strength of the evidence against you.’ He sighed. ‘And now I have the job of telling him that we must start all over again.’
‘My heart bleeds for you both,’ Philip Lamprey snorted. ‘You’re just the same as all other lawmen of my experience: you simply want to get matters over quickly, with as little inconvenience to yourselves as possible.’
‘Philip!’ I said warningly, guessing how frustrated Richard Manifold must be, and not wanting him to feel that any arrest was better than no arrest at all, even if it was for a lesser charge. ‘My friend is nursing a very sore head,’ I excused him.
The sergeant, his two henchmen and Brother Nicodemus took themselves off eventually, and even Philip, poorly as he still felt, decided that it was time he reopened his second-hand clothes stall at the fair; although he warned us that he would be back later to see how we did. When he had finally left, apart from Adam and Hercules, who were both, by now, asleep, Adela and I were at last alone to come to terms with our shock, our grief and our unbelievable good fortune as best we could.
It was long past dinnertime, almost noon, before either of us had anything to eat. Adam had been changed, and he and Hercules fed, but neither Adela nor myself felt hungry. We ate some bread and cheese, sitting at the table, but still subdued and saying little. Grief for Cicely and a deep, steadily growing anger against whoever had ended her short, unhappy life had eclipsed, for the time being, all other emotions. Not even the realization that I was at last the owner of a home of my own could lighten my mood or lift the black cloud of depression that hung over me.
‘What will you do?’ Adela asked, moving round the table to sit beside me, and threading one of her arms through mine.
I hesitated before answering, but decided that, as always with Adela, honesty was the best policy.
‘I shall walk up to Cicely’s cottage,’ I said. ‘I–I’d like to see her and say my farewells before she’s buried.’
There was silence for a second or two. Then, ‘You were very fond of her,’ my wife stated with a finality that brooked no contradiction.
There was no point denying it, so I nodded. Any other woman would probably have demanded, ‘Fonder than you are of me?’ but Adela had never been like that. She had always accepted that it was beyond human nature — a man’s nature, at any rate — to be totally faithful every moment of one’s waking life. She took me as I was, shortcomings and all, for which I was — and still am — eternally grateful.
‘I kissed her once,’ I admitted, belatedly making the confession I had promised Cicely to make some days earlier. ‘Not long ago,’ I added guiltily.
Adela squeezed my arm, but made no comment. All the same, when I turned to glance at her, her face looked pale and strained. I stood up, pulling her up with me, and took her in my arms, kissing her passionately.
‘You know I love you,’ I whispered.
She forced herself back from me a little, her hands against my chest.
‘You’re a man,’ she muttered enigmatically, before permitting me to kiss her again.
I left it there. Where women are concerned, I never go looking for trouble.
‘And when you’ve seen Cicely?’ my wife asked as soon as she was able.
‘Then I must visit Goody Godsmark. There are questions I want to ask her, and now that Walter’s safely buried, I feel I can do so without intruding too much on the poor woman’s grief. What will you do?’
‘I? Oh, I must go and visit Margaret to inform her of Mistress Ford’s death and our good fortune.’ Adela smiled faintly. ‘She would never forgive either of us if she had to learn such a prize piece of gossip — and gossip, moreover, that concerns her own family — second-hand.’
I gave her another suggestively lingering kiss, pressing her so close that she could feel how eager I was for her company any time she again felt well enough to bestow her favours on me. But all I said was, ‘Give the children my love and tell them I shall fetch them home on Friday, ready for the Lammas Day Feast. Which reminds me! One of the hucksters will be delivering the Lammas loaves to you one day soon from Master Overbecks. Do you have sufficient money to pay?’
Adela finally freed herself from my embrace and, for answer, shook the purse fastened to her belt. There was a satisfying jingle of coins.
‘Off you go,’ she smiled, patting my backside, much as though I had been Nicholas. Then she cupped my face between her hands, pulled my head towards her and tenderly kissed me between the eyes. ‘Go and lay your ghosts.’
Once more, I refrained from probing this cryptic utterance. I picked up my cudgel, but left my pack where it lay in a corner of the room. Today was not a day for working. As I reached the door, however, someone knocked. When I opened it, Master Hulin, the lawyer, stood outside, ready to cross the threshold whether invited to enter or not.
He wrung my hand effusively, while his pale eyes darted hither and thither about the cottage, assessing our present financial state to the nearest groat.
‘Congratulations, Master Chapman! Sergeant Manifold came to see me not quarter of an hour since, and told me of your great good fortune in having an unassailable alibi for the time of Mistress Ford’s murder.’ He sighed heavily. ‘A terrible thing! A truly terrible thing! Lawlessness stalks the streets of our fair city, my dear sir, and the sheriff and the watch seem powerless to do anything about it. But there you are! There you are! Master Chapman,’ he continued, giving me a thin smile that somehow managed to convey how undeserving I was of the inheritance that was coming to me, ‘as you are no doubt already aware, the old Herepath house in Small Street has been bequeathed to you under the terms of Mistress Ford’s new will, drawn up only yesterday. She named the Mother Superior of the Magdalen nuns and my good self as executors. If, therefore, all goes well and probate is granted by the next church court to be held at Saint Augustine’s, then you may be able to take possession in a few months’ time. Or maybe longer, if any disputation arises concerning the validity of the will.’ He sucked in his cheeks, then expelled a blast of stinking breath. ‘I must say that, at present, I can see no such likelihood. But you never know.’