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"He cannot have feared him," he said aloud. "Or he would hardly have allowed him into his rooms while he was alone."
"Poor man." She hunched her shoulders involuntarily, as if chilled. "It is very frightening to think that someone with that madness in their hearts could walk around, looking like you or me. I wonder if anyone dislikes me intensely and I have no idea of it. I had never entertained such a thought before, but now I cannot help it. I shall be unable to look at people as I used to. Are people often killed by those they know quite well?''
"Yes ma'am, I am afraid so; most often of all by relatives."
"How appalling." Her voice was very soft, her eyes staring at some spot beyond him. "And how very tragic."
"Yes it is." He did not want to seem crass, nor indifferent to her horror, but he had to pursue the business of it. "Did Major Grey ever say anything about threats, or anyone who might be afraid of him—"
She lifted her eyes to look at him; her brow was puckered and another strand of hair escaped the inadequate pins. "Afraid of him? But it was he who was killed!"
"People are like other animals," he replied. "They most often kill when they are afraid themselves."
"I suppose so. I had not thought of that." She shook her head a little, still puzzled. "But Joscelin was the most harmless of people! I never heard him speak as if he bore real ill will towards anyone. Of course he had a sharp wit, but one does not kill over a joke, even if it is a trifle barbed, and possibly even not in the kindest of taste."
"Even so," he pressed, "against whom were these remarks directed?"
She hesitated, not only in an effort to remember, but it seemed the memory was disturbing her.
He waited.
"Mostly against his own family," she said slowly. "At
least that was how it sounded to me—and I think to others. His comments on Menard were not always kind, although my husband knows more of that than I—I always liked Menard—but then that was no doubt because he and Edward were so close. Edward loved him dearly. They shared so much—" She blinked and screwed up her mild face even more. "But then Joscelin often spoke harshly of himself also—it is hard to understand."
"Of himself?" Monk was surprised. "I've been to his family, naturally, and I can understand a certain resentment. But in what way of himself?"
"Oh, because he had no property, being a third son; and after his being wounded he limped, you know. So of course there was no career for him in the army. He appeared to feel he was of little—little standing—that no one accounted him much. Which was quite untrue, of course. He was a hero—and much liked by all manner of people!"
"I see." Monk was thinking of Rosamond Shelburne, obliged by her mother to marry the son with the title and the prospects. Had Joscelin loved her, or was it more an insult than a wound, a reminder that he was third best? Had he cared, it could only have hurt him that she had not the courage to follow her heart and marry as she wished.
Or was the status more important to her, and she had used Joscelin to reach Lovel? That would perhaps have hurt differently, with a bitterness that would remain.
Perhaps they would never know the answer to that.
He changed the subject. "Did he at any time mention what his business interests were? He must have had some income beyond the allowance from his family."
"Oh yes," she agreed. "He did discuss it with my husband, and he mentioned it to me, although not in any great detail."
"And what was it, Mrs. Dawlish?"
"I believe it was some investment, quite a sizable one, in a company to trade with Egypt." The memory of it was bright in her face for a moment, the enthusiasm and expectation of that time coming back.
"Was Mr. Dawlish involved in this investment?"
"He was considering it; he spoke highly of its possibilities."
"I see. May I call again later when Mr. Dawlish is at home, and learn more details of this company from him?"
"Oh dear." The lightness vanished. "I am afraid I have expressed myself badly. The company is not yet formed. I gathered it was merely a prospect that Joscelin intended to pursue."
Monk considered for a moment. If Grey were only forming a company, and perhaps persuading Dawlish to invest, then what had been his source of income up to that time?
"Thank you." He stood up slowly. "I understand. All the same, I should like to speak to Mr. Dawlish. He may well know something about Mr. Grey's finances. If he were contemplating entering business with him, it would be natural he should inquire."
"Yes, yes of course." She poked ineffectually at her hair. "Perhaps about six o'clock."
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