“No, too reputable. But I want to understand Sylvia.”
“That’s easy. She’s just a mouse of a girl with a great big tomcat of a mother always waiting at the mousehole to catch her.”
I laughed. “More like a bulldog than a tomcat. And I’m sure we’re both wrong to change her sex. The female of the species is always more deadly than the male.”
“Do you believe that?”
“In the case of the vicar and his wife…yes. But I want to think of Sylvia. Do you know it wouldn’t surprise me if she’s the one who is doing the haunting. Frustrated mouse…seeking self-expression…seeking to form her own personality…seeking a chance of gaining power. That’s it: Power. She who is made uncomfortable so often now has the opportunity of discomfiting others. It fits. Besides, how did she become ill? By going out in the rain when she already had a cold.”
“Wait a minute,” said Godfrey thoughtfully. “When I came in last night after going to visit Mrs. Cory…”
“The same who had previously received soup through Sylvia’s bounty?”
“The same. When I returned from visiting her and hung up my clothes in the cloakroom I saw that Sylvia’s boots were there also…saturated.”
“So she had been out, too. Could she have done so without her parents knowing?”
“Yes, if she had retired to bed early as she might have done—having a cold—and slipped out afterwards.”
“We’re beginning to get somewhere,” I said. “So it’s Sylvia asserting herself, not someone trying to drive Napier away. The very next chance I get I’m going to catch that girl.”
“Mr. Wilmot. Mr. Wilmot…” It was Mrs. Rendall’s voice, cooing sweetly yet somehow invincible.
“You’d better go and take tea with her,” I said. “For if you don’t she will search until she finds you.”
He grinned and went off.
I stood for some time looking at the memorial to Beau, thinking that I should be glad if it did prove to be Sylvia asserting herself.
As I moved through the long grass a voice cried: “Hello!” And the gypsy seemed to materialize before me. She had in fact been lying in the long grass and I wondered if she had overheard my conversation with Godfrey.
She grinned at me.
“Where did you come from?” I asked.
She waved a hand. “I’ve a right, ain’t I? This place is free to the dead and the living alike…music teachers and gypsies.”
“You appeared so suddenly.”
“I was wanting to have a talk with you.”
“With me?”
“You look surprised. Why not? I like to know what’s going on up there.” She jerked her head in the direction of Lovat Stacy. “How do you like working there? I worked in the kitchens once. The cook they had…ran me off my feet, she did…or tried to. I was always missing when there was taters to peel. I never could abide peeling taters. Lazy good-for-nothing, that old cook used to call me.” She winked at me. “But I found something better to do than peel taters.”
“I am sure you did,” I said coldly and turned away.
“Hey. Not so fast. Don’t you want to talk to me about them up there…about Nap, for a start?”
“I can’t believe you would be able to tell me anything I want to know.”
She burst out laughing. “Do you know,” she said, “I like you…in a way. You remind me of myself. Oh that makes you sit up and listen don’t it. How can a high class lady music teacher be like a gypsy? Don’t ask me. Ask Nap.”
“If you’ll excuse me I have work to do…”
“But I won’t excuse you. Don’t you know it’s rude to push a lady off when she wants to talk with you? Tell me about Allegra. She’s a little beauty, wouldn’t you say? A bit different from that Alice. I wouldn’t change Allegra for Alice not for a mint of money. I’ve got four of them now…girls…all girls. Now that’s a funny thing. Some has girls and can’t get boys. That’s me. I’ve seen it in the cards every time. ‘It’ll be a girl again’ I say and so it is. But Allegra…she plays the piano lovely, does she? Do you know she’s the image of what I was at her age. Only I had me wits about me more than she has. Had to. I was a woman at her age. Why it was then I came to work in the kitchens…What made me do that? Wouldn’t you like to know? Oh, wouldn’t you like to know! But I reckon you can guess…though you might guess wrong.”
I had no desire to continue this conversation so I assumed a look of indifference and glanced at my watch.
She came closer to me and said: “I saw you with me lord from the vicarage just now. Very nice and friendly. I’ve heard talk too the way the wind blows there. Good luck, I says. Why don’t you take that luck, eh, and get out while you can? You’ve been warned, you know. Can’t you take a hint?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You should know after being nearly snuffed out in that old cottage. And would have been but for Miss Alice. I reckon Amy Lincroft was very proud of her daughter on that day.” She laughed aloud. “Oh, very proud.”
“If you know anything I should be glad if you told me.”
“Gypsies! They’re an ignorant lot. Don’t know anything, but they can warn you. Ever heard of the Gypsy’s warning?”
“What do you know about the fire at the cottage?”
“I wasn’t there. How could I know? But I’ll tell you this much. People are not what they seem. There’s Amy Lincroft for one. Why don’t you get away from here? Why don’t you marry his lordship and go? You won’t though, will you? Not yet. Mettlesome, that’s you. You’ve got to know. But tell me about Allegra.”
I thought: She is talking as gypsies will talk, feigning some second sight which is denied to the rest of us—and I suppose a woman who has a narrow escape from death seems a good subject.
In fact she was really a mother eager for news of her child.
“Allegra is a very intelligent girl but she’s rather lazy and won’t concentrate. If she did I think she would do very well indeed.”
She nodded and then went on: “In the house there you see the way things are. Sir William, is he fond of her? Is he going to find a husband for her?”
“She is young yet.”
“Young! Why at her age…but no matter. Is he fond of her?”
“Sir William has been ill since I’ve been in the house. I haven’t seen him and Allegra together.”
She was fierce suddenly. “He’ll have to remember her. After all she’s his granddaughter.”
“I’m sure he does not forget it.”
“Wrong side of the blanket,” she said. “It counts. But she’s the granddaughter for all that…no getting away from it. I tell you what I’m afraid of. That Amy Lincroft. She’s a cunning one, she is. She’ll try to push her Alice in and my Allegra out.” She narrowed her eyes and looked wicked. “If she does, I’ll…I’ll…I’ll make her sorry she was ever born and Alice was ever born too.”
“I’m sure Mrs. Lincroft couldn’t be kinder to Allegra.”
“Kind! When she’s trying to get her pushed aside for her Alice! She’d better not.”
“I don’t think anyone’s being pushed aside. I’m sure both Alice and Allegra will be provided for.”
I moved impatiently, asking myself what I was doing standing in a graveyard arguing with a gypsy.
“But suppose Nap was to get pushed out again.”
“Pushed out?”
“Well he was before. Sent away. Sir William couldn’t bear the sight of him. There was talk then that he’d disinherit him because he’d shot Beau. Well then who’d inherit? If Nap’s pushed out? He has a granddaughter, my Allegra. So…”
“I really must be going.”
“Listen!” Her eyes were pleading and she was suddenly beautiful. I could see in that moment why Napier had fallen into temptation. “Keep your eye on Allegra, will you? Tell me if anyone tries to hurt her.”