Cornish Castle Mystery Collection: Tales of murder and mystery from Cornwall. Vivian Conroy

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      Cador sounded vaguely worried.

      Dolly ambled over and sniffed at his shoes. They were made of leather, Guinevere noticed, and shone as if they had been polished recently. Rubber soles, she bet, and Cador had rather small feet, for a man.

      Focusing on her coffee mug, she said casually, ‘Where were you last night when the murder happened?’

      Cador turned to her and studied her with his light blue eyes. He didn’t seem offended by the question. ‘I was in the library upstairs, getting the books ready that the master wanted to show to you today. You’re here for the books, right?’

      There was a slight emphasis on the question as if he wondered if she was really here for another reason.

      Guinevere felt a flush come up. ‘Yes, of course. But if Lord Bolingbrooke is still in bed, he had better take it easy today. I’ll go see the island. I’ve never been here before and I really want to get a better idea of it. I understand that a lot of the books collected here have to do with regional history and folklore and it will be easier for me to work with them when I know a thing or two about it.’

      Cador nodded. ‘Cornisea is a beautiful place.’

      ‘You’ve lived here for all of your life?’

      ‘Yes. I couldn’t live in any other place. I need to see the sea and feel the wind on my face. I need to dig into the garden and feel the dirt between my fingers.’

      ‘There’s sea along the entire coast,’ Guinevere countered gently, ‘and dirt in most gardens.’

      ‘Yes, but it isn’t my sea and it isn’t my dirt. This is my place. Everybody is born into a place to call his own. And this is mine.’

      Cador spoke quietly but with a possessive undercurrent that warned Guinevere to take it seriously.

      How had he really regarded Haydock’s interest in the castle, the pressure on Bolingbrooke to sell, or at least make the castle available to the public?

      Had Cador been angry about it?

      Angry enough to kill maybe?

      The door opened, and Oliver stepped in, wearing a neat light blue shirt and impeccable jeans. He smiled at her. ‘I’ll walk down to the harbour with you to meet the lawyer. I don’t think he’s ever been out here.’

      ‘Great. I’ll take along one more sausage. They taste great, just like my grandmother used to make them.’

      Guinevere put Dolly on the leash, and they left the castle’s yard. Birds were singing overhead, and they could see boats on the water. Guinevere said to Oliver, ‘You must have felt so lucky to grow up here.’

      He scoffed. ‘On an island? With hardly any friends?’

      ‘The castle must have been one big playground to you. You could be a knight, a pirate, an adventurer, an archaeologist. Didn’t you look for hidden treasure?’

      ‘It’s not as much fun when you have to do everything by yourself.’ Oliver looked her over. ‘I bet you grew up with a bunch of brothers and sisters. A whole gang.’

      Guinevere shook her head. ‘I’m an only child. I was always outside, trying to find out where animals lived or what they did. I had notebooks full of little stories about them. Growing up here must have made you interested in wildlife. Given you the idea to travel the world and look for rare species.’

      ‘When I first left, I wasn’t going anywhere. I was just getting away from here.’

      Oliver’s jaw was tight. Then he suddenly said, ‘I couldn’t sleep at first and I’ve been thinking – maybe the dungeon wasn’t the key element.’

      Guinevere looked at him. ‘I don’t follow. Haydock was killed in the dungeon for a reason, right?’

      ‘I mean this. He was killed playing Branok the Cold-hearted, a ruthless man who extorted people. Does that signify something?’

      Guinevere considered it. ‘You mean that whoever carried a grudge against him wanted him to die like a man in a dungeon? A prisoner?’

      ‘More than that. An accused, awaiting trial. But in anticipation of the trial the killer executed his own sentence. Death.’

      Guinevere shivered. ‘It seems so drastic. Yes, people dislike each other and when somebody ruins your life, you can wish them dead, but … to actually do it? Plunge a knife into someone’s chest? In close proximity, face to face? I don’t think I could do it.’

      ‘Does that also mean that another woman couldn’t have done it?’ Oliver glanced at her. ‘Do we cross Kensa and Tegen off the list? But the footprints outside the air hole were small and most likely made by a woman. What does that mean?’

      ‘Not a whole lot if the murder wasn’t committed via the air hole.’ Guinevere stared ahead deep in thought. ‘Is Kensa staying on the island now? You said to LeFevre that she runs the B&B in summer.’

      ‘Yes. It keeps her busy. “Off the street” as she puts it. I think you’ll find her there. Tegen as well.’ Oliver gave her a sidelong glance. ‘You’re going to see them, right? You want to ask questions about last night.’

      Guinevere flushed that her little lie about wanting to explore the island had been so see-through. ‘I just want to ask them if they’re all right. Kensa appeared to be in shock.’

      She waited a moment. ‘Tegen didn’t seem sad though. More … worried. She was looking at her mother like … I don’t know.’

      Oliver hitched a brow. ‘Do you seriously think Tegen could be suspecting her mother of the murder? They were together before the re-enactment started, weren’t they?’

      ‘That’s what we assume. But we don’t know for sure what they told Eal. Besides, Eal wasn’t being very thorough.’

      Oliver nodded slowly. ‘In the meantime, they might have agreed on a story. They’ve been at the B&B together since they returned there last night. They’ve had a lot of time to agree on what they’re going to say.’

      ‘To the police, yes,’ Guinevere agreed, ‘but will they be suspicious of me dropping by for a chat? I think it would be best to catch them off guard and see if I can learn anything. It’s interesting to think everything is a little piece in a puzzle and if you collect all the pieces, you can make them fit into a picture.’

      Oliver didn’t seem to share her enthusiasm. ‘I’m not quite sure what elements in this case are clues and what things are totally unrelated. LeFevre had a point saying that Jago didn’t show up but he might have been around. Why did he not come on this very night to play his part as judge in the re-enactment? Coincidence? He couldn’t know there would be a murder and still we think his absence is suspicious. On the other hand, if he’s the killer, he might have planned it all this way.’

      ‘Did he have any grudge against Haydock?’

      ‘Not that I know of, but I’m not exactly around all of the time. You might get better information from somebody else. Try Meraud. Or Emma at the Eatery. Jago doesn’t СКАЧАТЬ