"He must have had many enemies. He is not a good man. He is wicked. . .mischievous. . . . He likes to make trouble."

Grand'mere was looking at me intently. "Tell me everything, Lenore," she begged. "Don't keep me in the dark."

So I told her how he had pursued me, how he had had me followed to Parsons Road, how he had tried to persuade Julia to divorce Drake and cite me as the reason.

"Mon Dieu," she murmured. "Oh . . . mon Dieu."

"Grand'mere, you don't think... I wouldn't know how . . . even if. . .I have never been in his rooms."

"There will be an inquest," she said. "Questions will be asked. You saw her the day she died. You must have been one of the last to see her alive."

"I talked to her, told her how unwise she would be to divorce Drake. She said she was going to talk to Charles. That must have been why she was in his rooms."

"When this sort of thing happens there are many questions, there is much probing."

"Grand'mere," I said. "I am frightened. I am thinking of Katie."

"Katie must go to Paris."

"I can't go, Grand'mere. It would look like running away. I suppose I might not be allowed to go. Perhaps you could take her."

Grand'mere shook her head. "My place is here with you. Cassie could take her ... and the two governesses with her. That's the best way. It is wise with something like this to take one step at a time . . . and make sure that it is the right one. Our first plan then is to get Katie away."

I knew she was right.

Cassie was greatly upset. She had been fond of Julia and was completely stunned by what had happened.

"I keep thinking of her when we were little," she said. "All the little things she did. That this should happen! I'm glad Mama is not alive to see it."

I wondered how Lady Sallonger would have taken the news. Calmly, I should imagine. She had never allowed herself to be much affected by others and Julia would have ceased to play a part in her ladyship's life.

"Cassie," I said, "we have to do something quickly."

I had to explain certain things to her. She was horrified to learn of the part Charles had played but she was not greatly surprised. She knew her brother. In their childhood he had taken a delight in teasing his sisters and had often reduced them to tears. There was-and always had been-a sadistic streak in Charles.

Cassie had grown quite worldly wise when she had left The Silk House. She saw at once the need to get Katie out of London and would make her preparations to leave at once.

Katie was full of questions. "Why can't you come with us, Mama?"

"I have things to do here. I can come later."

''Why don't we wait for you?''

"It's better for you to go now. You'll have Aunt Cassie and Mademoiselle and Miss ..."

"I'd rather you came, Mama."

"I know, but it isn't quite convenient yet."

"Then ..."

But I silenced her with a kiss and said: "You know how you love Paris . . . and it won't be long."

"Shall we go to Grandpapa's vineyard?"

"I expect so . . . one day."

"Will he be in Paris?"

"I don't know."

"I hope I go to the vineyard. I want to see Raoul."

She prattled on and there was a certain speculation in her eyes. I could see that it would have been very difficult to keep the news from her.

I had to attend the inquest. It was an ordeal. Drake was looking pale and strained and the fact that Julia was the wife of a politician who was becoming known to the public meant that there was full press coverage.

Some searching questions were asked of Drake. He knew of no reason why anyone should wish to kill his brother-in-law. He knew very little of him really. His rooms in the house were tantamount to a separate apartment and as they were both busy men they saw little of each other. He was so calm and dignified that I could see he was making a good impression.

I was asked about my last meeting with Julia and why I had gone to see her on that day. I said we had been brought up together and saw each other frequently. Had we discussed her brother and why anyone should seek to kill him? I said he had been mentioned and she had told me that he was out and she looked forward to having a chat with him when he came home that evening.

I was relieved when it was over.

Charles was the main witness for he had been the one to find her. He explained quietly and with great sadness how he had been living in the house of his sister and brother-in-law since a fire had destroyed his home. He had been out all the afternoon and when he had returned it was to find her dead in his room.

In due course a verdict was reached. It was: Murder by a person or persons unknown.

Now the investigation would begin in earnest.

The Reason Why.

I did not see Drake. Grand'mere said it would be dangerous and that if he should be unwise enough to call she would not allow him to see me.

Charles came though. He was above suspicion for the attempt had been made on his life.

Grand'mere came to my room to tell me that he was below.

"I'll have to see him," I said.

"Is it necessary?"

"I think so. I have to know what is in his mind."

So I saw him. We faced each other in the little room where we took clients for discussions. He was subdued, so even he was affected.

When we were alone, he said: "So you thought you could be rid of me. You are indeed a vixen under that calm exterior."

"I have never been in your rooms."

"You had the motive. There was nothing you wanted more than to be rid of me. You were with Julia that afternoon. Nobody saw you leave. You know the house. You could have gone into my rooms after leaving Julia. You could have slipped down by means of that back staircase. ''You must have known it was my custom to take a glass of sherry while dressing."

''I know no such thing.''

"Servants talk. Or you would have guessed I should be at that decanter some time. My dear Lenore, no one had a greater motive than you. I was going to make trouble for you and your lover. It was a clumsy attempt, my dear. And what he wanted more than anything was to be rid of Julia. I believe he even wanted a divorce. It could have worked, you know. But Julia came there and saw the decanter. . . something she could never resist. You should have been more subtle, though. Fancy using a poison which could be detected immediately. How did you expect to get away with that?"

"You talk as if . . ."

"That is how they will talk to you, Lenore. You will be suspected, you know, once the real investigation begins. You wanted to be rid of me, didn't you?''

"You are talking arrant nonsense."

"It seems to fit the case. Who wanted me out of the way? You! Who wanted Julia out of the way? Drake and you. Looking forward, both of you, I suppose, to the days when there would be no need for secret meetings in Parsons Road. You can be together under the cloak of respectability, and perhaps no one will ever know what you had to do to reach that happy state."

"How dare you say such things?"

"I merely state the obvious."

"Charles, go away. I shall tell the truth when I am asked. I visited Julia. I went straight in and came straight out by way of the main staircase. I have never been to your rooms and I have no knowledge of poisons.''

"No? Perhaps that is why you were so clumsy. Where did you get it? A little arsenic . . . They say you get it from fly papers. I believe there is a weed killer which can be very effective."

"Please go away."

"In my own time. Was that what you were planning in Number 12 Parsons Road? Did Nanny give her darling a few hints? Perhaps she provided the fly papers ... or the weed killer? Nannies are so full of unexpected wisdom."

"Go away! Go away!" I cried.

''You are not being your usual clever self. Think what I know. I could put a rope round your neck, my sweet Lenore . . . and perhaps one day your lover's too."

''I will listen to no more of this wicked talk.''

"Well, I will say au revoir. I will thank you for your warm welcome and your lavish hospitality. 1 shall be back to see you, Lenore. Who knows, we may be able to work something out together.''

Trembling with apprehension, I shut the door after him and sank down, covering my face with my hands. I wanted to shut out all thought of him. I wanted to forget this shocking tragedy which threatened Drake and me . . . and everyone connected with us.

I did not trust Charles. There were secrets in his eyes. I knew that he would have no compunction in destroying me.

I awoke in the morning to a feeling of dread. I was so pleased Katie was now in Paris. At least I did not have to worry about her.

I knew that questions would be asked. I knew, too, that there was a great deal of gossip. The servants looked at me almost furtively, as though they were summing up the situation and finding me the centre of the storm.

There is little our servants do not know about us. They are like private detectives . . . aware of every movement we make, ears strained for revealing conversations; and there is communication between the houses of friends whose servants are acquainted with each other.

It was well known that Drake and Julia had not got on well together. Many an outburst must have been overheard; and since the musical evening everyone was aware of my friendship with Drake.

The most sensational inferences were always put on these matters. I could sense that between them all, they had come to the conclusion that Drake and I were lovers whose aim it was to get rid of Julia. So Julia had died. True, she had taken drink which was meant for her brother, but nevertheless she had died and that was exactly what they believed Drake and I wanted.

The inevitable questions were asked. A man in a dark grey suit came to the house with another. They were police officers.

I was asked a great many questions. I had seen Julia on the day of her death. I had called in unexpectedly. I had spent a little time with her. How had she been? Very much as she usually was, I told them. She had not been drinking on that occasion? Not enough to make her intoxicated. We had spoken together quite rationally. What was the subject of our discourse? I knew I must be truthful. I said: "She was considering divorcing her husband. I had suggested that she should make an effort to save her marriage.''

"You were very good friends with both Mr. and Mrs. Aldringham?''

"Yes. She and I were brought up together, and we had both known Mr. Aldringham during our childhood."

"I see, I see," said the man, smiling discreetly. "And you were equally friendly with both of them?"

"I. . .I was friendly with both of them."

"Had you at any time been engaged to Mr. Aldringham?"

"No."

''Had there been any understanding between you?''

I hesitated.

"There was," he said. "Yet he married this lady who has met this untimely and unfortunate death. It was a surprise to you that he should do so?"

"I knew that they were friends."

He nodded.

"I don't think there is anything more we have to say to you just now, Mrs. Sallonger. I have no doubt we shall be calling back."

When they had gone Grand'mere insisted that I should lie down. She made me drink one of her cordials, and she sat by my bed. "Just till you sleep," she said coaxingly.

As if I could sleep!

I was trying to rest when I heard the sound of raised voices coming from below. I lay listening for a moment and then got up and went to the door. They were coming from the reception room. The door must be open.

I hurried down and went in. I thought I was dreaming. Grand'mere was standing there, dismayed and defiant, two angry red spots of colour on her cheeks and her eyes blazing with fury. But it was not Grand'mere who startled me-for her companion was the Comte.

There was silence as I entered. He came towards me, smiling almost suavely as though it were the most natural thing in the world that he should be there.

"The Comte de Carsonne!" I cried. "What are you doing in London?"

"Please not so formal, Lenore," he replied. "And I am in London to see you." His eyes went to Grand'mere briefly as he added: "And I was determined to."

He took my hands and I felt faint with relief and a ridiculous lightheartedness. For one glorious moment my fears and uncertainties seemed to vanish. There was only one thing I could think of: He was here and he had come to see me.

"You are well," he said holding my hand and looking into my face anxiously.

"We have had some trouble here."