Silent as the Grave (18 page)

When I woke up, Eve was already awake. ‘Did you sleep at all?' I asked her.

‘Not much,' she admitted. ‘How about you?'

‘I was scared to because of the nightmares; and thinking about everything,' I said vaguely.

‘It's still early enough to get some more sleep. We both need it; you in particular.'

‘OK,' I agreed and settled down again.

Eve snuggled down alongside me and said, ‘Sleep well, Adam, this time round.'

‘You too, Evie,' I replied.

If I had scared away the demons in my nightmares I'm not sure but this time I did sleep well. When I woke for a second time I was alone. I looked round in panic but as I did so the room door opened and Eve appeared. She was carrying underwear and a towel. She smiled brightly at me. ‘I'm taking my duties seriously,' she warned me, ‘I thought it would be easier and safer to use your shower than mine. The girls aren't about yet to act as sentinels. Is that all right?'

‘Help yourself,' I told her.

I watched idly as she stripped down to bra and pants with total lack of self-consciousness. She waved to me as she disappeared into the shower room. ‘I'll leave the door open. Call out if there's trouble.'

‘What will you do, squirt them with shampoo?' I teased.

She reappeared ten minutes later looking fresh and lovely. I smiled at her and murmured, ‘You forgot about the mirror.'

Leaving the shower room door open had meant the mirror didn't steam up. ‘Oh well,' she shrugged, ‘it can't be helped. Are you going for a shower?'

‘Yes, I will do in a few minutes when I've woken up a bit more.'

In truth I still felt jaded and a little unwell. Maybe a shower would help. I waited until Eve was busy opening the curtains then dived out of bed and into the shower room. I made sure the door was closed.

Immediately we left the room to go for breakfast our sentinels took up position alongside us. ‘Good morning, Adam,' they said in unison; then added, ‘Good morning, Auntie Eve.'

I smiled at them and noticed they turned a shade pinker. ‘Good morning, Becky. Good morning, Sammy. Still watching over me? Thank you. I feel much better with you close by.'

‘No problem, Adam,' Sammy muttered; her sister joined in with, ‘We won't let anyone harm you, Adam.'

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Eve struggling to keep a straight face. I frowned sternly at her which merely seemed to make matters worse. We reached the dining hall and I noticed that for once all the family seemed to have gathered at the same time. Tony was looking rather glum and the reason for that became clear with his opening words. ‘Morning, Adam, I've had a call from the police. Pratt got his sergeant to ring us. Apparently there's a big manhunt on and Pratt's leading it. Some bloke in Netherdale decided it would be a festive treat to kill his wife and chop her up with an axe. He ran off and until they capture him Pratt's going to be tied up with that. He hopes to have it wrapped up today but he can't be sure. To make matters worse the floods are up and because of it they've had to delay putting the temporary bridge in place at Kirk Bolton.'

Tony's expression got gloomier still if that was possible. ‘The sergeant also said the weather forecast was bad. Apparently there's a chance that more snow will come our way.'

‘Remind me never to say anything about our troubles being over soon; ever again. So we're stranded for another day at least. No sign of the fog clearing, I suppose?'

‘That's one bright spot,' Tony said, ‘although it's by no means certain. The forecasters say if the snow does return there would be a window of several hours between the fog lifting and the snow arriving.'

Chapter Fifteen

After breakfast I decided to pay my long overdue visit to Charlie. Eve and I stood by the foot of the staircase discussing the matter. ‘If you're going to talk to Charlie then I'm going back into the library to continue looking for that book.'

I looked at the twins. ‘Would one of you volunteer to help Eve while I go talk to your brother? Then when I've finished I'll join you in the library.'

They looked at one another and I wondered if I'd provoked a mild disagreement. After a second's hesitation, Sammy said, ‘I'll go help in the library because I know what to do and where I got to the other day.'

Becky duly escorted me upstairs and I looked in on Charlie. Becky stationed herself outside Charlie's door and I sat down beside the youngster. ‘How's it going?' I began.

‘To be honest, Adam, I'm bored rigid,' Charlie told me.

‘Is the leg still painful?'

‘It's not so bad most of the time. Last night I must have tried to move or something and it gave me hell. From four o'clock this morning I've been playing on that thing.' Charlie indicated the Atari VCS his parents had bought him for Christmas. ‘Do you know how maddening it can be?'

‘No, I must confess I don't,' I replied. ‘Cryptic crosswords are bad enough for me.'

‘Anyway, how are you, Gran says you've been very poorly?'

‘I'm a lot better now,' I reassured him. ‘Mainly thanks to your aunt. I had very bad concussion. Keeping finding bodies didn't help.'

‘Yes I know. Poor old Rathbone. The girls came up yesterday and told me all about it. Gory was it; like Beaumont?'

I nodded. ‘Very similar, I'm afraid.'

‘How awful. I mean I know he was a sour-faced old p … person,' I grinned as Charlie deftly changed the word. ‘But I wouldn't have wished that on him.' Charlie thought for a moment then added, ‘On anyone for that matter.'

‘I suppose I ought to ask your mum or dad this question but tell me what Rathbone was like?'

Charlie may have been only twelve years old, but I had an idea he was shrewd in a way neither Tony nor Harriet were. He understood people better that either of his parents; he seemed to have an instinct for the way their minds worked.

‘Rathbone wasn't the nicest person I know,' he told me. ‘I realize you're not supposed to speak badly about dead people but he was mean and dishonest and nosy. He was always lurking around trying to find out things that were no business of his.'

‘Big things or little things?' I asked.

‘It didn't matter to Rathbone. He didn't gossip to the others but he wanted to know everything that was going on, whether it was to do with the house or not.'

‘Right,' I said, ‘enough about Rathbone. I've got a question for you about what happened at the clifftop. I came to ask you the other day, but you were too busy watching rugby on TV and besides which I felt rotten.'

‘I know, I heard about it. Ma told me they found you unconscious in your room. She said they were very worried about you, her and Auntie Evie,' – he gave me a sly sideways glance – ‘particularly Evie, or so Ma says. I think she reckons Evie has a bit of a thing for you; is that right?'

‘If she has,' I told him, ‘she hides it very well. She was concerned for me; that's all.'

‘Of course she was,' he said cheerfully, ‘we all were. Ma, Pa, everyone. It was only Evie who spent all that time in your room though; night after night; refusing help from anyone who volunteered.'

‘She's just very kind-hearted and caring, and has a soft and gentle nature,' I said airily.

Charlie stared at me. ‘We are talking about the same person, aren't we? The last two words I'd use to describe Auntie Evie are soft and gentle. Don't get me wrong, I love my auntie to bits; but soft and gentle – come off it, Adam.'

‘Well that's how she was to me, Charlie. Probably because I was so ill and she felt sorry for me.'

Charlie shrugged. ‘Anyway, what was it you wanted to ask about my fall?'

I was relieved to get off the topic of Eve. Like I said, Charlie could see through people. I just hoped he hadn't seen through me. ‘OK, when we were on that ledge you told me you were pushed. I believed you then, and after I fell when I saw the rope had been cut through, I knew you were telling the truth. I'm trying to get to the bottom of who tried to kill us both, so I want to know everything you can remember; even if it doesn't seem important.'

‘OK, but it isn't much I'm afraid.'

‘Try your best. Let's start with who was near you before you went bird-watching.'

‘Everyone, I think.' He pondered for a moment. ‘Becky had just set off down on one of the toboggans and Sean Drake, my cousin, was pulling the other one back up the hill after his run. Apart from that they were all close by. Close enough to do what you're thinking about anyway.'

‘OK, so we're making progress. We can discount Sean as a killer and we know Becky's not a homicidal maniac.'

‘She's a maniac alright,' Charlie agreed cheerfully. ‘Both my sisters are, but homicidal; definitely not. Besides which, they love me.'

I was sidetracked momentarily. ‘Charlie,' I asked him, ‘do you know if they think alike; share each other's feelings and so on? I know they're not identical in looks but I've heard some twins have this power to sense if the other one is in pain; or upset.'

‘Yes, they do,' he said instantly. ‘It's quite uncanny sometimes. I tried it out once or twice. I sent Sammy out into the garden on an errand. I told her I wanted her to pick some yellow roses for Mum. Then I asked Becky what Sammy was doing. Becky thought for a moment then said, “She's picking flowers”. No more specific than that but it made me feel spooky.'

‘That's interesting; but she could have seen her through the window.'

‘True, but the other time was two years ago. Sammy was off school with a cold. She was recuperating at the time and was downstairs in the sitting room. It was the second day of their school term and my school hadn't gone back. Ma and I were sitting with Sammy and she suddenly started to cry. Out of the blue; with no reason. Ma asked her what was wrong. Sammy said her arm was hurting really badly. She hadn't done anything to make it hurt; she was just sitting there reading. Half an hour later one of the teachers rang to say Becky had fallen playing tennis and injured her arm. They'd taken her to hospital for an X-ray. It turned out the arm was broken. The accident happened more or less at the exact time Sammy started to complain of the pain.'

‘Now that really is spooky,' I agreed. ‘But leaving that for a moment, we accept your sisters aren't trying to bump us off.' I saw Charlie's grin at the ridiculous idea. ‘And you say you can't think of anyone in particular who might have pushed you. Let me ask you another question. When we were on the ledge you told me that all you felt was someone's hands on your back pushing you over the edge; is that right?'

‘Yes, I didn't even get chance to look round it was so sudden. One second I was watching the peregrine falcon; the next I was looking at the quarry floor rushing towards me. Then I landed on the ledge.'

‘Right, you didn't see anyone but you felt them. Felt their hands on your back; whereabouts?'

‘Whereabouts on my back do you mean?'

‘Yes. Was it on your shoulders, in the middle of your back or roundabout your waist? Can you remember that?'

He thought for a long moment and by his expression I knew he was reliving that dreadful moment. ‘Around about my waist or just above,' he said at last. ‘Certainly not on my shoulders or the top bit of my back.'

‘OK, that's good. Now think about those hands and try to feel them on your back again. Were they small hands or big ones? Were they more like a man's or a woman's? It doesn't matter if you can't remember but it might be a little tiny clue.'

I had to wait a long, long time before Charlie replied. ‘I can't be sure, but I think they were smallish rather than big.'

‘OK, well done, that's all for now on the subject of your fall, anyway. I wanted to ask you one or two other things about the people who are staying here. Now this is just between you and me. I promise it won't go any further.'

Charlie grinned. ‘You want to know the gossip and scandal don't you?'

‘Is there any to tell?'

‘Not much,' he said, his voice almost disappointed. ‘There's the old stuff about you and Ma, of course.'

I looked at him in amazement. ‘Who on earth told you that?'

Charlie laughed. ‘Ma did. When she was telling us about who was coming for Christmas. We wanted to know who you were and why you'd been invited. She told us you had been a famous TV reporter and that you were coming to find out about the curse. Naturally, we wanted to know how she knew a famous personality,' – his smile was a mocking one – ‘even if we'd never heard of you. That was when she told us you and she had lived together when you were both at university. Then she told us the other things about you,' his voice became uncomfortable; hesitant.

‘What other things?'

‘About your wife and how she died. She said you'd given up on your old life after that.' It was plain Charlie was doing his best to avoid hurting me.

I smiled. ‘Yes, that's all true, Charlie, but it's also a long time ago. Everything's different now.'

For a twelve-year-old, Charlie had a wicked sense of humour. ‘I know,' he agreed, ‘nowadays you're more interested in Auntie Evie.'

‘Anyway – forgetting about me; it's the other guests I want you to tell me about.' My attempt to change the subject was only partially successful. I reckoned without Charlie's active and mischievous mind.

‘OK,' he agreed, ‘let's start with my Auntie Evie, shall we?'

‘Charlie,' I asked him, ‘when you were younger did you used to pull the wings off flies?'

He smiled triumphantly. ‘I still do,' he admitted. ‘Now, about Evie.'

‘No, Charlie,' I said. ‘Don't go there. If I want to discover anything about Eve, I'll find out for myself. Tell me instead about Edgar Beaumont.'

He grimaced. ‘If you really insist, but like I said about Rathbone, you shouldn't speak badly of people when they're dead, should you? If that's the case I can't tell you anything about Beaumont. I didn't like him, the twins didn't like him; Ma and Pa didn't like him. We had to put up with him when he came here, occasionally. That wasn't too bad because it was usually just for a day and with a bit of luck the three of us would be at school and we'd miss seeing him altogether. When Ma told us he was coming for the Christmas break we thought she'd gone mad. Then she explained Pa was trying to get rid of him.'

Charlie stopped abruptly as he realized what he'd said. ‘I didn't mean that like it sounded,' he explained carefully. ‘What I meant was that Pa was trying to get Beaumont to sell his share in the business.Pa had been partners with Beaumont's father and they'd got on fine. Then when old man Beaumont died Pa was saddled with Edgar.'

‘I never got chance to get to know him,' I said, ‘apart from picking him up with Eve from Netherdale station that is. They never spoke to me much; thought I was the chauffeur,' I explained.

‘I remember,' Charlie laughed. ‘Aunt Evie was miffed, I can tell you. She's my godmother you know and she's always been my favourite. She was sad a lot of the time; sad and angry. Don't get me wrong, we loved her but she wasn't the same as she is now. It was like she'd had all the life taken out of her. These last few days, Sammy and Becky tell me she's like a different person. I noticed it too whenever she comes to visit me, in her spare time that is, when she's not with you. She sparkles with fun now.'

‘Charlie, we were talking about Beaumont,' I reminded him.

‘So we were,' – he grinned – ‘but Eve's much more interesting, don't you think?'

‘Charlie,' I pleaded despairingly.

‘OK, OK,' he grumbled. ‘But I have to make my own fun stuck up here.'

‘Not at my expense you don't.'

‘Right, Beaumont then. He's, well if you want to know he was everything Pa's not. Pa is not the world's biggest thinker. He's honest and kind and everything you want your Pa to be. He's good at the estates and making money, but that's it. He loves Ma to death too. He was a bit worried about you coming to stay because of you and Ma, but he likes you. Beaumont wasn't at all like Pa. He was shifty and underhand, cunning and sly.'

‘You really do study people and work them out, don't you?'

‘I like to know what makes them tick,' Charlie agreed.

‘Good. Because if I'm going to stand a chance of working this puzzle out I have to understand them all, and I don't have time. If it hadn't been for the days I lost to concussion I might have stood more of a chance. So your reading of the guests here might be very important.'

‘I understand. Who do you want to talk about next?'

‘Let's make a start with your cousin Russell and his wife.' In all my years as a reporter I'd have given an arm and a leg for half a dozen witnesses whose perception was as acute as Charlie's. As a character witness, his reading of people and situations was as good as any I'd come across.

‘Russell's not my cousin for one thing,' Charlie pointed out, ‘he's my father's second cousin. Russell has always hung around the castle. I can remember him ever since I was little. Not that I know anything wrong about him. He's not exactly devious, but to be honest, Russell is one person I can't fathom out. You think you've got him tagged then you find out you're wrong.

‘As for his wife, that's easy. She's a snob, through and through. She loves it here and doesn't she wish she was the lady of the castle. I reckon she wishes we'd all vanish then she could announce herself to all her committees as Lady Rowe. She joins everything that's going, charities, good works; you name it.'