‘But for some reason you don’t want her overhearing what you have to say to us, is that it?’ Clemency half-looked towards her brother, then changed her mind. When I inclined my head, she went on, ‘Does that mean that it — whatever “it” is — reflects badly upon us?’
‘Not necessarily,’ I replied quickly before Oswald could start to bluster. ‘It depends what your answer is.’
Oswald was on his feet, every inch the lawyer. ‘You have no right to catechize us about anything,’ he pronounced in his best courtroom voice. ‘Clemency! Sybilla! You are obliged to say nothing.’
Sybilla looked frightened, but Clemency said, in an elder sister tone that I had never heard her use before, ‘Sit down, Oswald, and don’t make a fool of yourself. You want Master Chapman to discover who’s been terrorizing us, don’t you? Who killed Martin and Charity. You want to find Celia or. . or her. . her body.’ She took a deep, steadying breath and nodded at me as, most surprisingly, Oswald obeyed and resumed his seat. ‘Well, Roger, what is it you want to ask us that you don’t want Arbella to know about?’
‘I want to know what really happened to Henry and Lucy Maynard.’
‘We’ve told you what happened,’ Oswald began, but once again, Clemency intervened.
‘Be quiet, brother! It’s time Roger knew everything. He’s been handicapped by our reticence, our inability to tell the truth, from the start.’
‘It has nothing to do with that,’ Oswald said positively. ‘I keep telling you.’
‘It may have no bearing on the matter,’ Clemency agreed. ‘But we don’t know for certain. And even if it doesn’t, for my own part, I can’t help feeling that heaven is punishing us for our sin.’ Sybilla began to grizzle again, but her sister ignored her and turned to me. ‘You want to know what happened to Henry and Lucy Maynard? We sold them to the Irish slavers working out of Bristol. You may think that the trade, which was outlawed by both Church and state, ended centuries ago, but-’
‘I think nothing of the sort,’ I interrupted. ‘I know that it still exists.’ I didn’t enlarge on the subject, although I saw avid curiosity in all their eyes. ‘Why did you sell your late housekeeper’s children to the slavers?’
‘We needed the money,’ Clemency replied simply. ‘Oswald wanted to study law and we knew — at least, Charity and Sybilla and I knew — that it would be as much as we could afford. We wanted the best for Oswald, so we had to move to London and quickly. He was already fourteen. Consequently, the house at Keynsham was sold for less than it might have been had we had more time at our disposal. Moreover, the Maynards, who were nothing to us. .’
‘We’d only let them stay on with us after Tabitha died out of the goodness of our hearts,’ Sybilla chimed in indignantly. ‘They weren’t Godsloves, after all.’
‘They intended to accompany you to London?’ I queried.
Clemency bit her lip. ‘It never occurred to them that we didn’t want them. After seven years, I’m afraid they regarded themselves as a part of the family. It was partly our own fault. We should have asked them to leave when Father and their mother died. Unfortunately, we were quite fond of them and stupidly let them remain.’
‘But now you didn’t want them any more?’
Clemency sighed. ‘It sounds so callous when put like that. But no, once the decision was taken concerning Oswald and the move to London, and once money became an object with us, they were just two more mouths to feed.’
‘We did ask them to leave,’ Sybilla pointed out self-righteously, wagging her head from side to side.
‘They had nowhere to go. There was no kinswoman living in St Bede’s Minster.’ Clemency suddenly dropped her gaze, avoiding my eyes. ‘I don’t know whose idea it was to rid ourselves of them and make money at the same time. Maybe it was Charity’s, maybe it was mine.’
‘Well, it certainly wasn’t mine,’ Sybilla cut in virtuously. ‘But it was the right decision, all the same.’
‘Hush, Syb,’ her sister commanded tartly. Clemency hadn’t looked up, but she must have guessed at my expression.
‘So you sold them to the Irish slavers.’ This then was the ‘terrible secret’ my little kitchen maid had heard mentioned. ‘You knew where to find them?’
Clemency nodded. ‘I had been visiting Bristol all my life, and everyone in the city knows about “little Ireland”.’ Her voice became almost inaudible. ‘It wasn’t difficult to arrange for Henry and Lucy to be abducted.’
‘I keep telling you, Clem,’ Oswald broke in angrily, ‘this. . this persecution can have nothing to do with the Maynards. You’ve always been quite adamant that neither of them could have known that you and Charity and Sybilla were behind it.’
‘I didn’t think they did,’ Clemency admitted desperately. ‘We just took them into Bristol one morning and. . and made some excuse to leave them in the vicinity of Marsh Street for a while. We’d previously arranged with one of the slavers where they would be found. I daresay, to be sure, he was watching when we left them. Certainly, they had vanished by the time we returned and we’ve never seen anything more of them from that day to this.’
‘I hope you got a good price for them,’ I said before I could stop myself.
Clemency flushed a dark red, but her only answer was, ‘Good enough.’ She added defensively, ‘I’ve always heard that the Irish treat their slaves very well.’
I didn’t remark that well-treated or not, slavery was never the same as freedom. There seemed to be no point: they knew that as surely as I did. Instead I asked, ‘And it has never occurred to you that this Lucy and Henry Maynard might be behind all your troubles?’
‘No, of course not,’ Oswald said, bringing his hands down on the table and once more getting to his feet. ‘If they’d known the truth, why would they have waited all these years to get their revenge?’
NINETEEN
I didn’t believe him.
I realized with sudden clarity that the possibility, although not the probability, of it being the Maynards had been lurking somewhere in the back of his mind, firmly suppressed, from the very beginning of this unhappy saga. It accounted for his indifference to my suggestion that any of his past, or even present, clients might be responsible for the terrible vengeance being wreaked upon his family, and his persistent failure to supply me with a list of names. It also explained his determination that Roderick Jeavons should prove to be the culprit. The doctor not only had a strong motive, but Oswald hated him because the man had the temerity to be in love with Celia. My previous suspicion that the lawyer was himself in love with his half-sister had now become a certainty — and it was, moreover, absolutely necessary that there should be a suspect with a good enough reason for the vendetta to obviate those two ghosts from the past.
After his outburst, Oswald stumped from the room, leaving me alone with Clemency and Sybilla. I looked at the former and raised my eyebrows. ‘What do you think, mistress?’
She appeared suddenly much older than her fifty-odd years and put up a frail hand to push back a tress of hair that had escaped from beneath her cap.
‘I don’t know,’ she said. ‘But from the beginning, ever since things started to go seriously wrong, I’ve been afraid that we were all being punished for our crime. Although,’ she added desperately, ‘as Oswald says, if Lucy and Henry knew all along that we were to blame for their capture, that it was not just chance, why would they have waited so long to take their revenge? And why would they have killed Reynold Makepeace? Our stepbrothers were unknown to them. And how would they have discovered where to find us?’
‘I can’t give you answers to all your questions,’ I said. ‘But as to the third, finding you would have presented little difficulty. They knew you and your siblings intended coming to London, and they knew the reason why. They would only have needed to ask around the inns of court to discover a lawyer named Godslove, and once he had been pointed out to them, following him home would have been a simple enough matter. As for why they waited so long, that would have depended on a number of factors; when they left Ireland for one. And having found you, they may have been in no hurry to execute vengeance. They could have relished seeing you suffer as they had suffered, and were in no mind to bring it to a swift conclusion. Slowly, one by one, they are eliminating the whole family. First attempts are not always successful, as witness you and Sybilla, but that probably doesn’t worry them. In some ways it makes the chase more fun and prolongs your misery.’