Defend and Betray

Up the stairs and along the landing Monk followed Hagger until they came to the master bedroom, apparently the general's, past his dressing room next door, and on to a very fine su

The girl looked up in surprise as she saw Hagger, and Monk behind him. Monk judged her to be in her mid-twenties, thin and dark, but with a remarkably pleasant countenance.

Hagger wasted no time. “Gi

“Yes, Mr. Hagger.” She looked very puzzled, but not unwilling.

“Right.” Hagger turned to Monk. “You come down when you're ready, an' if there's ought else as can 'elp, let me know.”

“I will, thank you, Mr. Hagger. You have been most obliging,” Monk accepted. Then as soon as Hagger had departed and closed the door, he turned to the maid.

“Go on with what you are doing,” he requested. “I shall be sometime.”

“I'm sure I don't know what I can tell you,” Gi

“In what way good?”

She looked surprised. “Well… considerate, like. She apologized if she got anything extra dirty, or if she kept me up extra late. She gave me things as she didn't want no more, and always asked after me family, and the like.”

“You were fond of her?”

“Very fond of 'er, Mr.-”

“Monk.”

“Mr. Monk, can you 'elp 'er now? I mean, after she said as she done it?” Her face was puckered with anxiety.

“I don't know,” Monk admitted. “If there were some reason why, that people could understand, it might help.”

“What would anybody understand, as why a lady should kill 'er 'usband?” Gi

But who was she? Surely she had nothing to do with Wal-brook? No-one thing seemed to resolve in his mind. When Walbrook was ruined, and Monk's own career in commerce came to an end, he had not at that point even thought of becoming a policeman. That was what had decided him- his total inability to either help Walbrook and his wife, or even to avenge them and put his enemy out of business.

The woman in pink had turned to him because he was a policeman. It was his job to find the truth.

But he could not bring her face to mind, nor anything to do with the case, except that she was suspected of murder-murdering her husband-like Alexandra Carlyon.

Had he succeeded? He did not even know mat. Or for that matter, if she was i

“Sir?” Gi

“Oh-oh yes, thank you. What did you say?”

“What would folks reckon was a reason why it might be all right for a lady to kill 'er 'usband? I don't know of none.”

“Why do you think she did it?” Monk asked baldly, his wits still too scattered to be subtle. “Was she jealous of Mrs. Furnival?”

“Oh no sir.” Gi

“Simply.” Monk's attention was entirely on her now, the memory dismissed for the time being. “Just in your own words. Don't worry if it sounds ill-you can always take it back, if you want.”

“Thank you, sir, I'm sure.”

“Mrs. Furnival.”

“Well, sir, she's what my gra

“But the general might have cared for her? Was he a good judge of women?”

“Lord, sir, he didn't hardly know one kind o' woman from another, if you take my meaning. He wasn't no ladies' man.”

“Isn't that just the sort that gets taken in by the likes of anyone such as Mrs. Furnival?”

“No sir, because 'e weren't susceptible like. I seen 'er when she was 'ere to di

“Besides what, Gi

Still she hesitated.

“Gi

“Oh no sir! Never!”

“Wellthen…”

“Well, sir, Mrs. Carlyon weren't that fond o' the general anyway, as to mind all that terrible if occasionally 'e took 'is pleasures elsewhere, if you know what I mean?”

“Yes, I know what you mean. Quite a common enough arrangement, when a couple have been married a long time, no doubt. And did Mrs. Carlyon-have other interests?”

She colored very faintly, but did not evade the subject.

“Some time ago, sir, I did rather think as she favored a Mr. Ives, but it was only a little flattery, and enjoying his company, like. And there was Mr. McLaren, who was obviously very taken with 'er, but I don't think she more than passing liked him. And of course she was always fond of Mr. Furnival, and at one time…” She lowered her eyes. “But that was four years ago now. And if you ask if she ever did anything improper, I can tell you as she didn't. And bein”er maid, like, an' seein' all 'er most private things, I would know, I'll be bound.”

“Yes, I imagine you would,” Monk said. He was inclined to believe her, in spite of the fact that she could only be biased. “Well, if the general was not overly fond of Mrs. Furnival, is it possible he was fond of someone else, another lady, perhaps?”

“Well, if he was, sir, 'e hid it powerful well,” she said vehemently. “Holmes, that's his valet, didn't know about it-an' I reckon he'd have at least an idea. No sir, I'm sorry, I can't 'elp you at all. I truly believe as the general was an exemplary man in that respect. Everything in loyalty an' honor a woman would want.”

“And in other respects?” Monk persisted. He glanced along the row of cupboards. “It doesn't look as if he kept her short of money?”

“Oh no, sir. I don't think 'e was very interested in what the mistress wore, but 'e weren't never mean about it one bit. Always 'ad all she wanted, an' more.”

“Sounds like a model husband,” Monk said dispiritedly.

“Well, yes, I suppose so-for a lady, that is,” she conceded, watching his face.

“But not what you would like?” he asked.

“Me? Well-well sir, I think as I'd want someone who- maybe this sounds silly, you bein' a gentleman an' all-but I'd want someone as I could 'ave fun with-talk to, like. A man who'd…”She colored fiercely now. “Who'd give me a bit of affection-if you see what I mean, sir.”

“Yes, I see what you mean.” Monk smiled at her without knowing quite why. Some old memory of warmth came back to him, the kitchen in his mother's house in Northumberland, her standing there at the table with her sleeves rolled up, and cuffing him gently around the ear for being cheeky, but it was more a caress than a discipline. She had been proud of him. He knew that beyond doubt in that moment. He had written regularly from London, letting her know how he was doing, of his career and what he hoped to achieve. And she had written back, short, oddly spelled letters in a round hand, but full of pride. He had sent money when he could, which was quite often. It pleased him to help her, after all the lean, sacrificing years, and it was a mark of his success.