A Test of Wills - Charles Todd [122]
The front door opened and Rutledge could hear Wilton’s voice, and then Forrest’s.
He went out to speak to them, leaving Warren to his work.
Later, he called London. Bowles growled at him, wanting to know what he’d done about Wilton.
“Nothing. He’s in the clear. I’ve found the murderer. She’s dead—”
“What do you mean? She? What she?”
So Rutledge told him. Bowles listened, grunting from time to time. At the end of it, he said, “I don’t understand any of this business—”
“I know. But the poor woman lived in such wretchedness that I can’t blame her for trying to bring Helena back to life. You’ll have to check with the police in Dorset, see what’s known about Maggie. It’s going to be routine, I think. I don’t expect any surprises.”
“How can two women live in one body?”
Rutledge was silent. How could he explain? Without betraying himself? And oddly enough, he’d liked Helena…. Someday, would other people like Hamish better than Ian Rutledge? It was a frightening thought. The doctor had told him he wasn’t mad to hear Hamish—because he, Rutledge, knew that Hamish didn’t exist. But Maggie was different. She’d wanted Helena to exist. Not out of madness but out of a bleak and lonely need to satisfy two vicious, selfish adults, trying to become the daughter they’d lost and mourned, a desperate bid for love by a shy, bewildered child…until she’d made Helena live again. And one day, coming across Charles Harris in a town far from home, suddenly Helena wanted vengeance. Maggie lost control—was in danger of losing herself—and when Helena attacked Laurence Royston, Maggie had somehow found the strength to stop it. Once and for all.
Bowles was saying, “—and I don’t really care. What matters is that I’ve got the Palace off my back now. We can close the case, sweep it all under the rug, clear the Captain’s good name—and we’re all back where we started from.”
Except for Colonel Harris, Rutledge thought.
And Maggie Sommers…
…and Lettice.
He felt waves of black depression settling over him, swamping him.
No! he told himself fiercely.
No, I won’t give into it. I’ll fight. And by God, somehow I’ll survive! I solved this murder. The skills are there, I’ve touched them—and I will use them again! Whatever else I’ve lost, this one triumph is mine.
“Ye’ll no’ triumph over me!” Hamish said. “I’m a scar on your bluidy soul.”
“That may be,” Rutledge told him harshly. “But I’ll find out before it’s finished what we’re both made of!”
Afterward, staring at the telephone, Bowles swore savagely. Somehow, against all expectation, Rutledge had pulled it off.
Scotland Yard would be overjoyed with the results, they’d bring the man home as a hero, and he, Bowles, would be left to bask in reflected glory once more. That nonsense about the dead woman—she’d probably committed suicide and Rutledge had been smart enough to see his chance. To put the blame on her, not Wilton. And no one in the Yard would dare to question it. Not when so many reputations had been saved…
Well. There’s always a next time. Beginner’s luck, that’s what it was. And next time, no convenient scapegoat would spoil the game….
About the Author
CHARLES TODD is the author of nine Ian Rutledge mysteries—A False Mirror, A Long Shadow, A Cold Treachery, A Fearsome Doubt, Watchers of Time, Legacy of the Dead, Search the Dark, Wings of Fire, and A Test of Wills—and one stand-alone novel, The Murder Stone. This mother-and-son writing team lives in Delaware and North Carolina, respectively. Visit their website at www.charlestodd.com.
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