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And of the new speckles of blood upon her blouse that were almost, but not quite, hidden by her folded arms.
Mal Trevors was buried in the churchyard the following day. Many turned out for his funeral, despite his reputed failings as a human being, for in a village such as Underbury a funeral served a greater social purpose than that represented by the mere interment of a body. It was an opportunity to exchange information, to gather, and to speculate. As Burke looked around the graveside he could see faces familiar to him from his brief time in the village. The Wardens were there, the family making its dislike of Burke clear only through hostile glances in his direction rather than outright force. So too were the Allinsons and the Paxtons. As the ceremony concluded, Burke saw Emily Allinson leave her husband, who made his way over to join Burke and Stokes. Mrs. Allinson walked by the wall of the cemetery, staring out over the fields toward the spot where Mal Trevors had died. She exchanged a few words with Elsie Warden as she passed her by, and they both looked for a moment in Burke’s direction and laughed before going their separate ways. Mrs. Paxton seemed to be keeping her distance from both of them, but Emily Allinson cornered her and laid a hand on her arm, a gesture simultaneously intimate and somehow threatening, for it effectively held Mrs. Paxton in place while the tall, elegant Mrs. Allinson leaned down to talk to her.
“What do you think that’s about, sir?” asked Stokes.
“A little friendly greeting, perhaps?”
“Doesn’t look too friendly to me.”
“No, it doesn’t, does it? Perhaps we need to have another talk with Mrs. Paxton.”
By now, Allinson was almost upon them.
“Any progress on your investigation?” he said.
“Slow and steady,” said Burke, who felt a sudden stab of guilt as he recalled the appearance of the doctor’s wife in his dream.
“I hear you stirred up the Wardens.”
“They’ve spoken about our visit?”
“The mother has spoken of little else. She seems to think you’re somewhat improper in your ma
“Any candidates for the role?”
“No shortage, apparently. The Warden family is large, extended, and very male. I’d watch my back, if I were you, Inspector.”
“I have Sergeant Stokes here to watch my back,” said Burke. “It leaves me free to watch other people.”
Allinson gri
“You know,” said Burke, “I’m rather hoping that too. Tell me, does your wife know a little of medicine?”
“Many doctors’ wives do. Mrs. Allinson is trained as a midwife, and her skills now extend considerably beyond that. She can’t practice medicine, of course, but she knows what to do in the event of a crisis.”
“The women of Underbury are fortunate to have her, then,” said Burke. “Very fortunate indeed.”
The rest of the day added little to the sum of knowledge accumulated by the two policemen. With the help of Constable Waters, they completed their questioning of all those who had been present at the i
In time, he must have fallen asleep, for the room was darker than he remembered when he opened his eyes, and the i
“Welcome, Inspector,” said Mrs. Allinson. She did not look surprised to see him. In fact, Burke thought she looked rather pleased, and he knew then that he had stepped firmly into the trap they had set for him. Mrs. Paxton said nothing, but kept her head down, unwilling even to look in his direction.
Burke heard footsteps approaching from behind. He turned to see Elsie Warden moving slowly through the grass, her hands brushing the tips of the weeds as she walked. She stopped when she was some twenty feet from him. Mrs. Paxton in turn moved away from Mrs. Allinson, so that Burke found himself at the center of a triangle formed by the three women.
“Is this how you finished off Mal Trevors?” he asked.
“We never laid a hand on Mal Trevors,” said Mrs. Allinson.
“We didn’t have to,” said Elsie.
Burke tried to keep turning, always holding two women in his sight and hoping that he might be fast enough to prevent an attack by the third.
“I suspect there are wounds on your chest, Miss Warden,” said Burke.
“And on my scalp,” she said. “He fought back. He always was quick with his hands, was Mal.”
“So you attacked him?”
“In a ma
“I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
“Oh,” said Mrs. Allinson. “But you will.”
Burke felt the ground shift slightly beneath his feet. He leapt away, fearful of plummeting into some terrible depths. Over by the cemetery wall, fragments of stone shot a foot into the air, leaving gaping holes where they once lay. He heard a howling sound, like wind rushing through a tu
Faced with a target, Burke struck. He pounded his fist into the figure before him. There was slight resistance before his fist passed through it, but he saw Emily Allinson’s head jerk backward. Blood spurted from her nose. Burke tried to punch again, but he was attacked from behind before he could do so. His scalp was torn apart, and he felt liquid warmth upon his neck. He tried to rise, but his right hand was wrenched away from him and forced into the air. A sharp pain ran through three of his fingers, and the impression of teeth appeared upon the skin of his knuckles. Over by the fence, he saw Elsie Warden’s teeth gritted.
Elsie shook her head furiously, the pain increased, and the fingers were severed from Burke’s hand. His eyes closed, and he prepared to die. Then from somewhere in the darkness he heard a booming sound, and a familiar voice said: