Stone's Fall

We got back to the boat, Dre

There was a tremendous explosion, followed by another and another as other charges ignited around the column. Masonry and plaster and roof tiles began flying through the air and the inside of the building was suddenly lit up by a bright red and orange light. Something like a tidal wave swept outwards across the canal; our boat capsized, and so did many others which were on our side of the palazzo. Fruit and vegetables and washing and people were flung into the water, and when I rose gasping to the surface and looked back, I could see that the entire roof and upper storeys of the building had vanished, the thin walls had collapsed like paper, falling inwards with a deafening noise, a huge cloud of dust rising above the scene, pushed upwards by the blast.

Dre

We said nothing; we were too out of breath, too much in shock, to say a word, but our boat eventually drifted close to the far side of the canal, and Dre

Dre

At least it didn't look as though any passers-by had been hurt; they had been given a nasty shock and a soaking, that was the extent of it. But I knew there was no hope for the other two. Nothing could have survived that; anyone inside must surely have died.

Then Dre

'He must have been blown through the window,' Dre

'And Macintyre, you think?'

'No hope there. None.' He said no more, but I knew he must be right. The engineer had been lying only about two feet from the main explosive charge. That alone, quite apart from the falling masonry and fire, would have killed him instantly.

'We will be questioned by the authorities,' Dre

'The truth, I imagine.'

But Dre

I looked at Cort's poor white face and felt suddenly sick. I knelt back on the ground, and leant my forehead on the stone, trying desperately to control the violent heaving of my stomach. I failed.

Dre

No one paid much attention to us as we disappeared into a little side alley, then hurried off. I took Dre

Then we were done and dressed, Dre

'Listen Dre

'Go ahead.'

'I do not think that what we witnessed today was Cort murdering Macintyre.'

'No?'

'I believe we witnessed Louise Cort trying to murder her husband.'

I sat down and told him, very meticulously and honestly, everything that had happened. He showed no surprise, indeed gave no reaction at all. I ended by handing him the letters which had been delivered that morning. He looked at them, and gave them back.

'I see. So you are afraid . . .'

'No. I am not afraid of her at the moment. I am afraid for the boy. The last time I spoke to her she said all she had to do was to free herself of her husband and the boy, then she would deal with me. I didn't take her seriously then, but now it worries me.'

Dre

'If you're up to it, I would be very grateful. More grateful than I can say. I do not think my going would help.'

'I think that is right.'

He left, and I sent word for the Marchesa, to ask for a few moments of her time.

She heard me out impassively, then sighed sadly. 'That poor man, of course I knew such a thing would happen. His aura . . .'

'Just stop this rubbish about spirits and auras,' I snapped. 'We haven't got time. Cort has killed a man. He might be insane, but if so, it was your ridiculous séance that set him off. How is that going to look when it gets round this city, eh?'

The spirits retreated whence they came as the Marchesa realised her peril. Scandal has killed as many people as knives and bullets.

'If it was just your reputation, then I wouldn't care too much. But Macintyre had a daughter. Cort has a son. And there is Cort as well, who is now likely to spend the rest of his life in an insane asylum, if he is lucky.'

'Well, he must be packed off to England immediately,' she said breezily. 'As for the dreadful accident which claimed the life of poor Mr Macintyre . . .'