Ellis Peters - George Felse 06 - Black Is The Colour Of My True Love's Heart by Ellis Peters Page A

you see, with these two coach-parties. They left before we saw Lucien Galt go out into the park. And they came back only just on time for tea, and came milling in all together. They’re out of it. They
can’t
know anything.”
    “That leaves how many? More than enough.”
    “Not really, because the staff were working indoors as usual, and they’re sure to be O.K. Mostly they’d be in pairs or more all the time, what with washing up after lunch, and then preparing for tea and dinner. We were here, of course, you know about us. Then there’s Felicity, that’s the young one I told you about, Arundale’s niece. And Liri Palmer… she was in the grounds, too, we saw her start off towards that phoney ruin, over that way. And we four, and Mr. Marshall, are the only ones who know about what I found by the river, so far. Then there’s Professor Penrose, he knows about Lucien being missing, but he doesn’t know the rest yet. He’d just got them all into the drawing-room for his after-dinner session when we came back to the house.”
    “And you think all that lot can be trusted to keep it dark?”
    “We can only try. Yes, I think we might.”
    “Even the girl? This Felicity?”
    “Yes,” said Tossa positively. She cast a quick glance at Dominic, and went on, encouraged: “She has a special reason for keeping quiet. Dominic didn’t tell you quite all about her afternoon. Oh, he told what we know, but not what we
think
we know. You see, she’s an odd child. But no, it
isn’t
odd to be like that, not at her age, it’s not odd at all. She’s awkward and tense and self-conscious, and she’s a sort of poor relation here, and things are pretty much hell for her, even though everybody means well. And this weekend she’s gone right overboard for Lucien Galt, that’s all about it. That’s why she followed him out this afternoon. And when we met her coming back, we felt pretty sure he’d got fed up with having her round his neck, and sent her off with a flea in her ear. So if she seems to be covering up, that’s what she’s covering. And whoever tells more than they need about this afternoon, it won’t be Felicity.”
    “I see,” said George, touched by what she had omitted rather than what she had said. “Don’t worry, I’ll leave her her dignity.”
    “I know,” said Tossa warmly.
    “What about the mere fact that one of the artists has missed two sessions? I suppose he should have appeared in all of them? Aren’t quite a number of people going to wonder about that? Even if they don’t notice
your
absence from the audience.”
    “I don’t think we need worry about that. We sit where-ever we happen to, find a place, it’s liable to be different every time, and if you’re not along there now, why shouldn’t you be somewhere at the back? They won’t wonder about us, among so many. But about Galt it is rather different. We left that to the professor. Unless he saw a need, I don’t suppose he’s told them anything at all, just sailed on as if everything was just as it was meant to be. But if he thought they were beginning to do some serious wondering, I bet he could hand them an absolutely first-class lie.”
    “He may have to. Keeping it quiet suits me, too. I don’t want seventy excited people tramping all over the place and getting in the way, any more than the county or the warden want their cherished college to get the wrong sort of advertisement. Will they still be in at the lecture now?”
    “Should be. We ought to have half an hour yet.”
    “We’ll go down to this grotto of yours first, then. Can we slip in by a back door afterwards, and dodge the house-party?”
    “Yes, easily, from the back courtyard, where the garages are. There’s a covered passage to the basement stairs, and the warden’s office is quite near the top of the staircase. The front’s all gilt and carpeting and ashlar, but the back stairs is a little spiral affair. Pity,” said Dominic, “about the light. But