Maddox nodded slowly. "I can quite see that all this must be a painful reminder of what happened to poor Mrs Tranter."

Mary started. "But how — I did not tell you her name — how could you possibly know such a thing?"

Maddox gave her a knowing look, and tapped the side of his nose. "Someone in my profession comes to know many things, Miss Crawford. Some good, some bad. And some that other people believe to be secrets that they alone possess.You would — all of you — do well to remember that."

Chapter 13

"The steward was summoned after you left. It appears this Maddox fellow insisted upon seeing that accursed trench with his own eyes." Dr Grant nodded to the servant to refill his glass, and sat back in his chair.

"Would to God your brother had never conceived of such a foolish plan, Mary. No good can come from such unwarrantable and vainglorious interference in the works of God. We should be content with what He has seen fit to bestow, and not attempt what we call “improvements”, which are nought but monuments to our own arrogance and folly. Sir Thomas will rue the day he set out upon such an injudicious enterprise. Indeed, I remarked as much at the time."

"How did you come to hear of this, my dear?" enquired Mrs Grant, who was accustomed to such pronouncements at the dinner-table, and was rather more preoccupied with how little her sister had eaten of the excellent turkey the cook had dressed specially that day.

"I met with McGregor myself, as I was coming back from Mansfield-common. He informed me that Maddox spent above an hour on his hands and knees, examining the dirt. Let us hope he is equipped with such boots and breeches as may withstand such barbarous treatment. But it was of no avail; he did not find whatever it was he was seeking. I believe the word he employed" — this with something of a sneer — "was clues."

"You do not surprise me, Dr Grant," said his wife. "As if there could be anything still lying there, after all this time. I do not see why such a man as this Mr Maddox is needed, at all. To my mind, the whole dreadful business is easily enough explained — it will be those gipsies I told you of, Mary. They were seen at Stoke-hill two days ago, and accosted a party of ladies in a lane not three miles from here. There were half a dozen children, at least, as well as several stout women, and a gang of great rough boys. The ladies were frightened quite out of their wits."

Mary had said little during dinner, and her spirits remained agitated and distracted after her encounter with Maddox, but her sister’s words drew her attention; she had been imagining all kinds of dreadful possibilities, anyone of which would make grievous inroads on the tranquillity of all, but might the answer be far more simple and common-place than that? Might the blame lie with a group of common gipsies? Mary could well see such a throng demanding money, and Fanny refusing in all the disdain of angry superiority, which would only have served to enrage them all the more.

"It is an interesting little theory, my dear, but, I fear, rather wide of the mark," said Dr Grant, his sonorous tones breaking through Mary’s thoughts. "Not least because Mr Maddox seems to have discovered the ghastly implement."

Both the ladies looked at him in shock and dismay."What can you mean, Dr Grant?" said his wife.

"He may not have found very much in the mud, but I gather that a search of the nearby workmen’s cart was rather more productive. One of the mattocks was found to bear distinct traces of — "

Mrs Grant gave a loud cough, and cast a look of meaning at her husband. Dr Grant was a sedentary man, but his intellectual tastes and pursuits were exceedingly various, and he devoted many of his lengthy leisure hours to the study of scientific matters; he had, therefore, felt all the curiosity of a interested party in the steward’s description of the fragments of human brain and flesh discovered on the blade of the mattock, and would have proceeded to give them a detailed account thereof, but a glance at Mary shewing her to have turned as pale as she had been on first returning from the Park, he contented himself with remarking, "Well, well, I shall merely say that it was quite clear that this was the instrument with which the deed was done. Moreover, there had clearly been a rather clumsy attempt to disguise the fact. It had been wiped, but some traces still remained."

"And what did the family have to say to that?" said Mrs Grant, who had poured a glass of wine for Mary, and was obliging her to drink the greater part.

"I believe he has asked to question the servants, and to carry out a search of the house, but the latter has been absolutely refused. Miss Bertram has declared that her mother is in no fit state to accede to such a request, and Mrs Norris was, as one might have expected, particularly loud in her outrage at such an idea; all the more so since — in her opinion — it is now palpably obvious that one of the labourers must be responsible. She is all for having the whole lot of them carted off to Northampton assizes, but I suppose we should not have expected anything like reason or logic from that lady."

"How so, Dr Grant? I am hardly an admirer of Mrs Norris, in general, but surely there is something to be said for such a view of the matter?"

Dr Grant shook his head."It is no more plausible, my dear," he said patiently, "than your picture of a gang of murderous gipsies marauding unchecked and unnoticed across the Mansfield lawns. A mere five minutes’ mature deliberation should be sufficient to remind you that the workmen are always under supervision of one kind or another when they are in the park, and share sleeping quarters in the stable block. I doubt anyone of them could have slipped away and committed such a crime without one or other of his fellows noticing, especially as there would have been a great effusion of blood, which could not possibly have been concealed. And what could be the motive for such a deed? I believe Maddox has agreed to question the men concerned, if only to appease Mrs Norris, but I suspect that he knows as well as I do, that he will have to look elsewhere for his assassin."

It had not escaped Mary’s notice, that Dr Grant’s initial contempt for their London visitor had modulated into something very like respect, and she was still wondering over it, when her sister spoke again.

"If only it were possible," mused Mrs Grant, "to tell for certain who had handled that mattock. Then all would be made clear in a matter of moments."

Dr Grant gave a smile that expressed all the indulgence of self-amusement in the face of feminine irrationality. "Now you really are growing fanciful. If you are both ready to withdraw, I will retire to my study."

Mary and her sister sat over the fire in the parlour, both absorbed in their own thoughts.

"It still does not make sense to me," said Mrs Grant at length. "Even if the workmen indeed prove to be innocent, I cannot believe that this Mr Maddox can possibly suspect any of the family of complicity in this dreadful deed. Surely some delinquent vagabond or escaped criminal is far more likely? Whatever Dr Grant says about it being improbable that strangers could go undetected about the park, I find it equally unbelievable that anyone at Mansfield could be guilty of such a brutal outrage against a defenceless young woman."

"You do hear of such things," said Mary with a sigh. "And no doubt a London thief-taker like Mr Maddox has had experience of them, if anyone has."

Like her brother-in-law, she had to acknowledge a grudging admiration for the man’s energy and penetration. She had not given these qualities their proper estimation at first, to her cost, but she now suspected him to be a man with an extraordinary talent for stratagem and manoeuvre, who would likely prove to be a fearsome adversary. God forbid she should find herself in such a position! She shivered a little, and Mrs Grant got up to stir the fire.

"That said, I do not envy Mr Maddox the task of questioning the servants. You know how such people are, Mary — if they are not idle and dissatisfied, they are trifling and silly, and gadding about the village all day long. It will be an insufferably tedious task, and I doubt he will end up with very much to shew for it."

Mary watched the flames leap up in the grate, and reflected on her sister’s words. To judge from her own experience, the Mansfield servants would be only too susceptible to Maddox’s method of questioning, and even if the Bertram family might fondly believe that their private affairs would remain private, she feared that Maddox would soon be in possession of a far fuller, and less palatable, version of the truth.


At that very moment, indeed, Mr Maddox was settling Hannah O’Hara into a similar chair, by a similar fire. He had been interested to discover that, alone of all the ladies at Mansfield, Fanny Price had had two maids to her own use; a little, sallow, upright Frenchwoman, who clearly fancied herself as much superior to Maddox, as she must feel herself to be to the rest of the servants; and a young girl who had until very recently made one of the housemaids, and owed her elevation to her skill at her needle. He had quickly established that this girl would be far more convenient for his purpose than the taciturn Madame Dacier, and elected to begin his interrogations with her.

O’Hara had never previously entered Sir Thomas’s room, far less been invited to sit down in one of his imposing chairs, and Maddox was relying on the little flutter of self-importance that such an unlooked-for event must provoke, to put her off her guard. The glass of wine he had offered her, "to steady her nerves", would doubtless have no insignificant contribution to make in that regard. He had already perceived her to be a quick-looking girl, with such an abundance of freckles and red hair as to confirm her Irish parentage before she had uttered a single word. Maddox had no quarrel with the Irish — indeed he had once been much enamoured of a girl from Baly-craig, and young O’Hara’s native volubility might be of singular value to him; after all, if anyone was privy to what had been passing in Fanny Price’s mind in the days before her disappearance, it was the young woman before him. He had also taken the wise precaution of erecting a small screen at the farther end of the room, and installing his assistant Fraser there, with a memorandum book and pencil. It was his usual practice, and had been of the greatest utility in a number of previous engagements of a like delicate nature: his own memory was first-rate, but Fraser’s notebook had often proved to be even more reliable. Maddox had not deemed it necessary to inform the maid that her words were being recorded; he rarely accorded such a courtesy even to those who employed him, and never, yet, to a servant.

"So, Hannah. What can you tell me about your mistress?" he began, in what he designed to be a fatherly manner.

"Miss Fanny, sir?"

"Come now, Hannah, who else would I mean?"

The girl coloured, and gripped her glass a little tighter. "I’m sorry, sir. I’m a mite nervous, that I am."

"I quite understand. But there’s nothing to fear. All you have to do is tell the truth. I’m sure you can do that, can’t you, Hannah — a good God-fearing girl like you?"

"Yes, sir."

"So. Miss Price. Was she a kind mistress?"

If he had thought the girl was blushing before, it was nothing to the scarlet that flooded her face now.

"We-ell," she said, "that’s not quite the word as I’d have chosen. She was very partic’lar — very partic’lar. Everything always had to be just so. "Specially with her clothes. Many’s a time I’ve sat up all night sewing, mending something as she’d torn, or finishing something as she wanted to wear the next day."

Maddox smiled, a picture of sympathy. "Young ladies can be most trying, can they not? Ever prey to the most petty whims and caprices, and it is people like us who stand the brunt of it. But in my experience, even the mistress who is a tyrant to her maids, may appear quite differently among her equals. Would that apply to Miss Fanny, would you say?"

O’Hara gave him a look he could not at first decipher. "You could say that, I suppose.When she was wit’ her family she was like a different person. Then it was all “Yes Sir Thomas”, “No, Sir Thomas”, “Three bags full, Sir Thomas”. Eyes always down, that prim mouth of hers set in plaits."

"Indeed?" said Maddox, wondering, not for the first time, at the verbal ingenuity of the Irish. "How very interesting, Hannah. And which, would you say, was the real Miss Fanny?"