Defend and Betray - Anne Perry [41]
“Yes?”
This time he avoided his mother’s eyes deliberately. “Can you do anything to help Mrs. Carlyon?”
Monk was startled. He had expected the opposite.
“I don’t know yet. I have only just begun.” He wanted to ask why Valentine should wish her helped, but he knew it would be clumsy in front of Louisa.
Valentine turned to the window. “Of course. I’m sorry.”
“Not at all,” Monk said quietly. “It is very decent of you to ask.”
Valentine looked at him quickly, then away again, but in that instant Monk saw the flash of gratitude.
“Did the general seem upset?” he asked.
“No, not really.”
“So you think he had no idea she was in such a fury?”
“No, I don’t think so. Well if he had known, he wouldn’t have turned his back on her, would he? He’s a lot bigger than she is and he would have to have been caught by surprise …”
“You are quite right. It’s a good point.”
Valentine smiled unhappily.
Louisa interrupted for the first time.
“I don’t think he can tell you anything more, Mr. Monk.”
“No. Thank you.” He spoke to Valentine. “I am grateful for your forbearance.”
“You’re welcome, sir.”
They were back downstairs in the hall and Monk was ready to take his leave when Maxim Furnival came in, handing his hat and stick to the maid. He was a tall, slender man with hair almost black and deep-set dark brown eyes. He was very nearly handsome, except his lower lip was a trifle too full, and when he smiled there was a gap between his front teeth. It was a moody face, emotional, intelligent and without cruelty.
Louisa explained Monk’s presence quickly. “Mr. Monk is working for Alexandra Carlyon’s lawyer.”
“Good afternoon, Mr. Furnival.” Monk inclined his head. He needed this man’s help. “I appreciate your courtesy.”
Maxim’s face darkened immediately, but it was with pity rather than irritation.
“I wish there was something we could do. But it’s too late now.” His voice was constricted, as though his distress were startlingly deep and full of anger. “We should have done it weeks ago.” He moved towards the passage leading to the withdrawing room. “What is there now, Mr. Monk?”
“Only information,” Monk answered. “Is there anything you remember of that evening that might explain things better?”
A flash of ironic humor crossed Maxim’s face, and something that looked like self-blame. “Believe me, Mr. Monk, I’ve racked my brain trying to think of an explanation, and I know nothing now I didn’t know then. It’s a complete mystery to me. I know, of course, that Alex and Thaddeus had differences of opinion. In fact, to be honest, I know they did not get on particularly well; but that is true of a great many people, if not most, at some time or another. It does not excuse one breaking the marriage vows, and it certainly doesn’t result in their killing each other.”
“Mrs. Carlyon says she did it out of jealousy over her husband’s attention towards Mrs. Furnival …”
Maxim’s eyes widened in surprise. “That’s absurd! They’ve been friends for years, in fact since before—before Valentine was born. Nothing has happened suddenly to make her jealous, nothing has changed at all.” He looked genuinely confused. If he were an actor he was superb. It had crossed Monk’s mind to wonder if it might have been he and not Alexandra who was the jealous spouse, or even for a wild moment if the general was Valentine’s father. But he could think of no reason why Alexandra should confess to protect Maxim, unless they were lovers—in which case he had little cause to be jealous over the general and Louisa. In fact, it was in his interest it should continue.
“But Mrs. Carlyon was distressed that evening?” he asked aloud.
“Oh yes.” Maxim poked his hands deep into his pockets and frowned. “Very. But I don’t know what about, except that Thaddeus rather ignored her, but that is hardly cause for violence. Anyway, everyone seemed rather excitable that evening. Damaris Erskine was almost to the point of frenzy.” He did not mention that she had singled him out for her abuse.