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He ignored her and smiled at Callandra. "Good evening, Lady Callandra." He intended it to be warm, but his general unhappiness flavored it more than he wished.
"Good evening, William," Callandra replied, the tiniest smile touching the corners of her wide mouth.
Monk turned to Hester. "Good evening, Miss Latterly," he continued coolly, his disappointment undisguised.
"Good evening, Mr. Monk," Hester answered, turning around but not rising. "You look out of temper. Have you a disagreeable case?"
"Most criminal cases are disagreeable," he responded. "Like most illnesses."
"They both happen," Hester observed. "Very often to people we like and can help. That is immeasurably pleasing-at least it is to me. If it is not to you, then you should look for another form of employment."
Monk sat down. He was unexpectedly tired, which was ridiculous because he had done very little. "I have been dealing with tragedy all day, Hester. I am in no mind for trivial sophistry."
"It is not sophistry," she snapped. "You were being self-pitying about your work. I pointed out what is good about it."
"I am not self-pitying." His voice rose in spite of his resolution that it would not. "Good God! I pity everyone in the affair, except myself. I wish you would not make these slipshod judgments when you know nothing about the situation or the people."
She stared at him in fury for a moment, then her face lit up with appreciation and amusement. "You don't know what to do. You are confounded for the moment."
The only answer that came to his lips was in words he would not use in front of Callandra.
It was Callandra who replied, putting her hand on Hester's arm to restrain her.
"You should not feel badly about it, my dear," she said to Monk gently. "There was never much of a chance of learning who it was-if it was anyone. I mean, if it was really an assault."
Hester looked to Callandra, then to Monk, but she did not interrupt.
"It was an assault," Monk said more calmly. "And I know who it was, I just don't know what to do about it." He ignored Hester, but he was very aware of the change in her; the laughter was gone and suddenly her attention was total and serious.
"Because of what Mrs. Penrose will do with the knowledge?" Callandra asked.
"No-not really." He looked at her gravely, searching her curious, clever face. "Because of the ruin and the pain it will bring."
"To the offender?" Callandra asked. "To his family?"
Monk smiled. "No-and yes."
"Can you speak of it?" Hester asked him, all friction between them brushed aside as if it did not exist. "I assume you have to make a decision, and that is what troubles you?"
"Yes-by tomorrow."
"Can you tell us?"
He shrugged very slightly and sat back farther in his chair. She had the one he really wanted, but it hardly mattered now. His irritation was gone.
"Maria
Neither Hester nor Callandra interrupted him, nor did their faces betray any disbelief.
"I questioned everyone in the neighborhood. No one saw any stranger."
Callandra sighed. "Audley Penrose?"
"Yes."
"Oh dear. Does she love him? Or think she does?"
"No. She is horrified-and apparently hurt," he said wearily. "She would rather be put out in the street as an immoral woman than have Julia know what happened."
Hester bit her lip. "Has she any conception what that would be like?"
"Probably not," he replied. "But that hardly matters. Julia won't allow that to happen-I don't think. But Maria
"Poor creature," Hester said with sudden passion. "What a fearful dilemma. What have you told her?"
"That I ca
Hester looked across at him, her face lit with warmth of admiration and respect.
He was caught unaware by how sweet it was to him. Without warning the bitterness vanished from the decision. His own pride slipped away.
"And you are content with that?" Callandra broke the moment.
"Not content," he replied. "But I can think of nothing better. There is no honorable alternative."
"And Audley Penrose?" she pressed.
"I'd like to break his neck," he said savagely. "But that is a luxury I can't afford."
"I am not thinking of you, William," Callandra said soberly. She was the only person who called him by his given name, and while it pleased him with its familiarity, it also brought her close enough that pretense was impossible.
"What?" he said somewhat abruptly.
"I was not thinking of your satisfaction in revenge," she elaborated. "Sweet as that would be. Or the demands of justice, as you see it. I was thinking of Maria
"That is her choice," Monk returned, but it was not a satisfying answer and he knew it. "She was extremely insistent on it," he went on, trying to justify himself. "She begged me to promise that I would not tell Julia, and I gave her my word."
"And what disturbs you now?" Callandra asked, her eyes wide.
Hester looked from one to the other of them, waiting, her concentration intense.
Monk hesitated.
"Is it purely vanity, because you do not like to appear to be defeated?" Callandra pursued. "Is that all it is, William, your own reputation?"
"No-no, I'm not sure what it is," he confessed, his anger temporarily abated.
"Have you considered what her life will be if he continues his behavior?" Callandra's voice was very quiet but the urgency in it filled the room. "She will feel terrified every time she is alone with him in case it happens again. She will be terrified in case Julia ever discovers them and is devastated with grief." She leaned farther forward in her chair. "Maria
"I don't believe that," he said fiercely. "She would rather be put out on the street than have Julia know it."
Callandra shook her head. "I am not speaking of now, William. I am speaking of what will happen if she says nothing and remains in the house. She may not have thought of it yet, but you must. You are the only one.who knows all the facts and is in a position to act."
Monk sat silent, the thoughts and fears crowding his mind.
It was Hester who spoke.
"There is something worse than that," she said quietly. "What if she became with child?"
Monk and Callandra both turned slowly toward her and it was only too apparent in their faces that such an idea had not occurred to them, and now that it had they were appalled.
"Whatever you promised, it is not enough," Callandra said grimly. "You ca
"But no one has the right to override her choice," Hester argued, not out of obstructiveness but because it had to be said. Her own conflicting emotions were plain in her face. For once Monk felt no animosity toward her, only the old sense of total friendship, the bond that unites people who understand each other and care with equal passion in a single cause.
"If I don't give her an answer I think Julia may well seek another agent who will," Monk added miserably. "I didn't tell Maria