The Silent Cry - Anne Perry [141]
“Insanity is not easy to prove,” Rathbone answered. “Rhys appears very rational when one speaks to him. He is obviously a young man of intelligence and conscience.”
“Good God, man!” Wade said with an explosion of emotion. “He beat his father to death, and very nearly at the cost of his own life. How can any sane person do that? They must have fought like animals. He must have been frenzied to … to do such a thing. I saw Leighton’s body—” He stopped as abruptly as he had begun, his face white, eyes hollow. He took a deep, shuddering breath and let it out in a sigh. “I’m sorry, Sylvestra. I should never have said that. You did not need to know … to hear it like that. I’m so sorry! Leighton was my best friend … a man I admired enormously, with whom I shared experiences I have with no one else. That it should end like this is … devastating.”
“I know,” she said quietly. “You have no need to apologize, Corriden. I understand your anger and your grief.” She looked at Rathbone. “Sir Oliver, I think Dr. Wade could be right. I should be obliged if you would make every effort you can to find evidence, testimony, which will substantiate Rhys’s imbalance of mind. Perhaps there were signs beforehand, but we did not understand them. Please call upon the best medical men. I am informed that I have funds to meet any such expenses. It …” She laughed jerkily, painfully. “It seems preposterous that I am using the money Leighton left for us to defend the son who killed him. If that is not insane, I wonder what is? And yet I have to. Please, Sir Oliver …”
“I will do all I can,” Rathbone promised. “But I cannot go beyond what is provably true. Now, I am sure you wish to see your patient, Dr. Wade, and I would like to take my leave and consider my next step forward.”
“Of course,” Wade agreed quickly. He turned to Hester. “And you, Miss Latterly. You have been of extraordinary strength and courage in the whole affair. You have worked unceasingly for Rhys’s welfare. No one could have done more—in fact, I doubt anyone else would have done as much. I will stay with Rhys tonight. Please allow yourself a little time to rest, and perhaps spend it doing something to enjoy yourself. Mrs. Duff and I can manage here, I promise you.”
“Thank you,” Hester accepted hesitantly. She felt a trifle uncertain about leaving Rhys. Sylvestra was obviously more comforted by Wade than anything Hester could do for her. And Hester would dearly like to go with Rathbone to persuade Monk to accept the case. She had every confidence in Rathbone’s powers of argument, but still she wished to be there. There might be something, a thought, an emotional persuasion she could try. “Thank you very much. That is most thoughtful of you.” She looked at Sylvestra, just to make sure she agreed.
“Please …” Sylvestra added.
There needed no more to be said. Hester bade them goodnight and turned to leave with Rathbone.
* * *
“What?” Monk said incredulously as he stood in the middle of his room facing Hester and Rathbone. It was very late, the fire was almost dead, and it was pouring rain outside. Rathbone and Hester’s coats were both dripping onto the carpet even though they had come directly from Ebury Street in a hansom.
“Investigate the case to see if there is any evidence whatsoever to mitigate what Rhys Duff has done,” Rathbone repeated.
“Why, for God’s sake?” Monk demanded, looking at Rathbone and avoiding Hester’s eyes. “Isn’t it plain enough what happened?”
“No, it isn’t,” Rathbone said patiently. “I have undertaken to defend him, and I cannot begin to do that until I know every whit of truth that I can—”
“You can’t anyway,” Monk said. “It is as indefensible as a human act can be. The only possible thing you can say to procure anything except the rope for him is that he is insane. Which may be true.”
“It is not true,” Rathbone