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She searched his face. “It is to you and me.” Her voice was soft. “But to him, Baird has stolen what should be his. Not his wife—but his wife’s love, her respect, her admiration. He can’t accuse him of that, he can’t punish him for it. Perhaps he feels that is monstrous too.”
“That …” he began, and then stopped.
She was smiling, not with anything like laughter, but a wry, hurting perception.
“We had better go and tell them what you found out.”
Reluctantly he rose to his feet. There was no alternative.
They stood in the withdrawing room in Ainslie Place. Everyone was present. Even Alastair had contrived not to be in court or his offices. And presumably the printing was running itself, at least for the day.
“We assumed you would return this morning,” Oonagh said, regarding Monk carefully. She looked tired—the fair skin under her eyes was paper thin—but as always her composure was complete.
Alastair looked from Monk to Oonagh and back again. Eilish was in an agony of suspense. She stood beside Quinlan as if frozen. Baird was in the farther side of the room, eyes downcast, face ashen.
Kenneth stood by the mantelshelf with a slight smirk on his face, but it was hard to tell if it was not predominantly relief. Once he smiled at Quinlan, and Eilish shot him such a look of loathing he blushed and turned away.
Deirdra sat in an armchair looking unhappy, and beside her, Hector Farraline was also sunk in gloom. For once he seemed totally sober.
Alastair cleared his throat. “I think you had better tell us what you discovered, Mr. Monk. It is pointless standing here doubting and fearing, and thinking ill of each other. Did you find this croft of Mother’s? I confess I knew nothing of it, not even of its existence.”
“No reason why you should,” Hector said darkly. “Nothing to do with you.”
Alastair frowned, then decided to ignore him.
They were all looking at Monk, even Baird, his dark eyes so full of pain, and the knowledge of pain, that Monk could have no doubt he knew exactly what Arkwright would have said, and that it was the truth. He hated doing this. But it was not the first time he had liked someone who was guilty of a crime he deplored.
“I found the man who is living in the croft,” he said aloud, looking at no one in particular. Hester was standing beside him silently. He was glad of her presence. In some way she shared his sense of loss. “He claimed that he sent money to Mr. McIvor.”
Quinlan gave a little grunt of satisfaction.
Eilish started, as if to speak, but said nothing. Her face looked as if she had been struck.
“But I did not believe him,” Monk continued.
“Why not?” Alastair was amazed. “That won’t do.”
Oonagh touched his sleeve, and as if understanding some unspoken communication, he fell silent again.
Monk answered the question anyway.
“Because he could offer no explanation as to how he contrived the payments. I asked him if he rode to Inverness, a day’s ride on a good horse, across two ferries, and put a purse on a train to Edinburgh….”
“That’s absurd,” Deirdra said contemptuously.
“Of course,” Monk agreed.
“So what are you saying, Mr. Monk?” Oonagh asked very steadily. “If he did not pay Baird, then why is he still there? Why has he not been thrown out?”
Monk took a deep breath. “Because he is blackmailing Mr. McIvor over a past association, and is living there freely as the price of his silence.”
“What association?” Quinlan demanded. “Did Mother-in-law find out about it? Is that why Baird killed her?”
“Hold your tongue!” Deirdra snapped at him, moving closer to Eilish and glaring at Baird, as if praying for him to deny it, but one look at his face was enough to know that would not happen. “What association, Mr. Monk? I presume you have proof of all you are saying?”
“Don’t be fatuous, Deirdra,” Oonagh said bitterly. “The proof is in his face. What is Mr. Monk talking about, Baird? I think you had better tell us all, rather than have some stranger do it for you.”
Baird looked up and his eyes met Monk’s for a long, breathless moment, then he acquiesced. He had no alternative. He began in a low, tight voice, harsh with past hurt and present pain.
