Crowned and Dangerous (A Royal Spyness Mystery) (18 page)

Darcy was looking around as if he couldn’t wait to be off again. “We won’t trouble you any longer,” he said, and he escorted me back under the archway. I could feel Ted Benson watching us all the way back to the Rolls.

“He was an unpleasant sort of chap, wasn’t he?” I said.

“I don’t know why Mr. Roach fired old Harry,” Darcy said. “He knew everything there was to know about horses, and he had a way with them too. Almost as if he knew what they were thinking. He taught me to ride and to jump. I wonder if he still lives around here.”

“Interesting that he was sacked right after that horse doping, wasn’t it?” I said.

“You mean that he might have been responsible?” Darcy asked sharply.

“Quite the opposite. I mean that he might have deduced what really happened, or seen something he shouldn’t.”

“So what do you think happened?”

“I’m just surmising, but what if Mr. Roach himself had the horse
doped to make it run faster, only it died before it reached the finish line. Perhaps Harry witnessed someone injecting the horse, or suspected what had happened.”

“Possible. I wonder if he got another job. Not easy at his age. But we can ask at Punchestown Racecourse when we drive into Dublin. Someone there should know what happened to him. And someone there might even be able to shed some light on the horse doping.”

So it looked as if we had a busy day ahead of us!

We were just reversing out of the stable forecourt when there was a loud noise above our heads.

“What the devil . . .” Darcy began.

A small aeroplane dropped from the sky and skimmed over us, just missing the treetops, then landed in the field, bouncing over the turf and sending the horses racing off in panic.

Darcy was out of the motorcar in a second, running toward the five-bar gate and vaulting nimbly over it. “The bloody fool,” he shouted. “What does he think he’s doing?”

The plane was now taxiing toward us and came to a halt. The pilot climbed down and headed toward Darcy.

“Are you mad? You’re on private property,” Darcy shouted. “And you have frightened the horses. You should leave immediately.”

The pilot now removed goggles and helmet and shook out luxurious dark hair. “Is that any way to greet an old friend who has come all this way to help you?” said the Princess Zamanska.

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ECEMBER
4

The princess has arrived. I can’t say I’m thrilled with this new complication! Too fond of Darcy for one thing. But I can’t ask Darcy to make her leave without seeming jealous—which I am, of course.

“Zou Zou, what are you doing?” Darcy exclaimed. “Have you lost your senses?”

Princess Zamanska advanced on Darcy, her arms open. “I couldn’t stop worrying about you so I decided I had to come in person to rescue you and offer my help. And I did want to see if my new toy could make it over the Irish Sea—which it did beautifully, I have to tell you. So stop looking so cross and give me a kiss.”

And she threw her arms around his neck and was kissing him in a most unsisterly manner. I felt a stab of jealousy and had to force myself to stay put and not leap out shouting, “He’s mine. Hands off.”

“It was kind of you to come, but there’s really nothing you can
do to help me, Zou Zou.” Darcy’s voice was unsteady. She was still draped around his neck, her body pressed against his.

“But of course there is. I was just speaking to my dear pal Sir Roderick Altringham. Do you know him? He’s a QC, you can’t do any better than that. And he’d do anything for me.”

“Zou Zou, an English QC is of no use to us here. We’re in Ireland. Different legal system. Different judges.”

“I am aware of that, darling. I’m not a complete idiot.” She stroked his cheek. “But Roddy knows everybody who is anybody. He says he’ll choose the very best barrister that Ireland has to offer for your father.”

“Zou Zou, again it’s kind of you, but I have to point out that we can’t afford to pay the very best barrister in Ireland. My father is bankrupt. That’s the whole reason he had to sell the estate in the beginning.”

“Silly, silly.” She patted his cheek now. “I’m happy to pay, of course. Anything to take that worried frown from your darling face and make you smile again. I might even know the odd Irish judge or two if I go through my little black book. . . . Wouldn’t that be helpful?”

Darcy gave a nervous chuckle. “And I certainly can’t allow you to blackmail a judge for me.”

“What a nasty word.” The princess released Darcy from her octopus-like grip. “I would merely suggest that they do a favor for an old friend. Someone has to help you, dear boy. Your dear little lady friend was quite distraught when she came to visit me.”

I could see that Darcy had just remembered I was sitting in the Rolls. I suppose people like Princess Zamanska have that effect on men.

“My dear little lady friend is actually in the motorcar now.”

“She is? She came to you after all? I thought you had forbidden her to come.”

“I had,” Darcy said with the hint of a bitter smile. “But she didn’t listen.”

“Good for her. She has spunk. I like that.”

“We’ve been interviewing people who might have seen something,” Darcy said, as they started to walk across the field. “Come and say hello.”

“Interviewing people? Don’t the police do that over here?”

“Not very well, it would seem. They are convinced my father is guilty and not looking beyond him.”

“Your father claims he is innocent, does he? I rather thought it was a foregone conclusion that he did it, from what I’ve read in the papers. I could quite understand it myself. There have been several Americans I’ve wanted to kill, especially the rich ones who think that their money can buy anything. I even met a chap once who wanted to marry me and it turned out that he thought he would become a prince by marrying a princess. I ask you!” She paused, then added, “Well, I suppose there is a certain lady we know who rather thinks she will become queen one day.”

“To get back to my father,” Darcy said. “Whether he’s guilty or not, we have to do our best for him. We have to come up with the best defense possible, because he’s doing nothing to help himself.”

Darcy had opened the gate and they came toward the motor. I decided the right thing would be to get out to say hello to Zou Zou. I stepped down and managed a bright smile.

“That was quite an entrance, Your Highness,” I said.

She beamed. “My new toy. I adore it. Is it all right to leave it here for the moment, do you think? This field doesn’t belong to you, by any chance?”

“Used to,” Darcy said. “Now it belongs to a dead man. And I don’t see any harm in leaving it here for now. You can’t stay, of course. There’s nowhere to put you up nearby. Even the pubs are full. I’m camping out with my father at the lodge and there are no hotel beds for miles. The place is buzzing with reporters. In fact the
wisest thing would be for you to take off again before anyone in the village comes to have a look at the plane.”

“But I want to be useful,” the princess said. “Tell me what you need doing and I’ll do it. And as soon as Roddy has found the best barrister in Ireland we’ll snap him up.”

I could see that Darcy was in an agony of indecision. He didn’t want the princess here, that was clear. He didn’t want her dramatic arrival alerting the press to our presence. But he did want the best barrister in Ireland. “Then I suppose you had better find a hotel in Dublin, at least for tonight,” Darcy said. “We were on our way there now. You can come with us.”

“Why don’t we all go in my aeroplane?” Princess Zamanska said, waving her hands excitedly. “I’m sure we can just fit in three, if we hold our breath.”

“You can’t fly an aeroplane to Dublin.” Darcy shook his head. “The airfield is miles outside the city and then we’d have no transportation.”

“Are there no taxies to be had in Dublin? I always found it a most civilized city.”

“We’ll drive,” Darcy said. “The object at the moment is to attract the least amount of attention, and zooming over the city in a plane piloted by an exotic foreign princess is hardly what I call going about unnoticed.”

She laughed and patted his cheek again. “So sweet,” she said.

“Do you have a bag you want to bring with you?” Darcy said, opening the back door for her.

She sighed. “I suppose so. This all seems so silly with a hulking great castle sitting right here. How many bedrooms does it have? Surely a corner for tiny
moi
?”

“Forty-seven,” Darcy said. “But it’s currently in the hands of the Garda and even if it weren’t, it no longer belongs to my family.”

He went back into the field to retrieve a small suitcase from her aircraft. As soon as he was gone, she turned to me. “This is not good
for him, you know. All those frown lines. They are spoiling his handsome face. We must bring this thing to a swift conclusion.”

“That’s not going to be easy,” I said.

“So Georgie tells me you’ve started your investigation. What have you found out so far? Any likely suspects apart from your father?” she asked as Darcy returned, and then helped her into the backseat of the Rolls.

“Not much,” Darcy said. “Almost nothing, in fact. We’ve talked to his valet, to the people at the archeological dig, to the man who runs the stables, but I don’t know if we’ve learned anything significant so far.”

The princess clapped her hands. “Isn’t this exciting? I feel just like Hercule Poirot. We’ll track down the real killer and make him confess. We’ll summon everyone and sit them in a circle and say, ‘I’ve called you all here to name the murderer.’”

“This isn’t a game, Zou Zou,” Darcy said, his voice taut with emotion. “It’s my father’s life at stake. It’s the reputation of my family.”

She reached forward and caressed the back of his neck. “I know that, darling boy. I was just trying to cheer you up. So tell me, what do you hope to achieve in Dublin?”

“We are trying to find out more about this Mr. Roach. Nobody seems to know anything. He was a recluse. No friends or family came to visit him. He was interested in horses but apparently knew little about them. So we’re trying to find if anyone else had a motive for wanting him dead.”

“I see,” the princess said. “And who might know this in Dublin?”

“We’re going to the American embassy,” I said, not wanting this to turn into a dialogue between Darcy and the princess. “They must have tried to contact his next of kin by now.”

“Good point. So how was he murdered, exactly?”

“Hit over the head with a club.”

“Darlings, how terribly primitive. Is your father a violent man?”

“Not usually,” Darcy said. “And it wasn’t just any club. It was a prehistoric club of great rarity that has been in my family forever.”

“Ah, so it could have been symbolic of reclaiming the family honor. Perhaps this man insulted your father one time too many. Perhaps he was planning to do something awful with the castle—turn it into a tourist attraction or something.”

“But that’s just giving another reason to make him guilty,” I said. “We did wonder whether Mr. Roach had surprised a burglar trying to take this valuable club and they struggled over it.”

“Splendid,” she exclaimed. “I like that one. The unknown burglar. Nothing to do with any of the parties involved. Yes, I can see the defense counsel could do well with that. I suppose your father has no alibi that night? Did the servants not see him?”

“He has no servants any longer,” Darcy said, “apart from Mrs. McNalley, who comes in to clean and bring him food. And she’s only there in the daytime. She was long gone.”

“And I suppose nobody passed his house and noticed him through the window or something?”

“He lives in the lodge, which we are about to pass on your right. See, there, through the trees?”

“Oh mon Dieu,”
she said. “How utterly dreary. No wonder your father’s thoughts turned to murder. It couldn’t be more out of the way, could it? Should we just pop in and let me introduce myself to your pa and tell him my plans for his barrister?”

“I think not,” Darcy said hastily. “My father is not exactly welcoming callers at the moment.”

“Don’t be silly, he’d love to see me,” the princess said. “I’m sure we have oodles of friends in common. And I’m good at putting anyone at their ease. You know that. I can make monsters eat out of my hand. Do you know that Mussolini actually kissed my cheek once?”

I turned to look at her. I was sure she really did have the power of melting even the hardest of hearts. But Darcy said shortly,
“Absolutely not, Zou Zou. At least not until we have something positive to tell him.”

“I’ll telephone Roddy when we get to Dublin and chivvy him along with his barrister search,” she said. “Knowing he has the best chap in Ireland on his side will certainly cheer your father up, surely?”

“You’d think so, wouldn’t you?” Darcy said. “But he has sunk into such a depression that I’m not sure what would cheer him right now.”

“Then it’s up to us,” Princess Zamanska said. “If anyone can do it, we can.”

I admired her confidence. I wasn’t at all sure myself.