The Hyde Park Headsman by Anne Perry

obviously gone from him.
    “No.” Lady Winthrop turned back with some surprise. “Never, that I can recall. He wrote to us regularly, of course, and came here each time he was ashore, for dinner at least once. But I do not recall his ever having mentioned any enmity with anyone at all. He was remarkably well liked.” A frown creased her forehead. “I thought I had already told you so.”
    “People who are popular and successful can attract the envy of those who are less so,” Pitt pointed out.
    “Yes, of course. I am aware of that,” she retorted. “I have no idea. Surely that is your job to find out. Is it not what you are employed for?”
    “Oakley never mentioned anyone,” Lord Winthrop answered, putting his hand out tentatively towards his wife, then thinking better of it.
    “But then he was not given to speaking ill of others. I daresay he was not even aware of it.”
    “Of course he wasn’t aware of it,” she said brusquely, her brows drawn together. “The superintendent said he was taken by surprise. If it had been a man who hated him, he would have been on his guard. He was not a fool, Marlborough!”
    “Dammit, he trusted someone he should not have!” he said with a sudden burst of anger.
    She ignored him and looked at Pitt.
    “Thank you, Mr. Pitt I assume you will keep us informed. Good day to you.”
    “Good day, ma’am,” Pitt answered obediently, and walked past her to open the door and let himself out.
    Pitt had not mentioned to Lord and Lady Winthrop that it seemed the crime had actually been committed in the pleasure boat on the Serpentine, but the fact was confirmed to him the following day when Sergeant le Grange came to his office. He was a smallish, solid man with dark auburn hair and a good-looking face.
    “Looks as if Mr. Tellman was right, sir,” he said with satisfaction, standing in front of Pitt’s desk with a smile. “Crime was done right there in the boat, over the side. Very neat. All the blood gone into the water. Nothing to show.”
    Pitt gritted his teeth. It had not been Tellman’s idea and yet it would be ridiculously childish to point that out to le Grange, even if le Grange were to believe him. And if he did not, it would make Pitt look absurd.
    “You found a fresh nick in the wood,” he said very levelly.
    Le Grange’s brown eyes opened wide.
    “Yes sir! Did Mr. Tellman say so to you? He told me as he wouldn’t have time to come up and see you, as he had to go and talk with someone in Battersea.”
    “No, he did not tell me,” Pitt replied. “It is what I should have looked for in the circumstances. I assumed you did the same.”
    “Oh, not me, sir, except because Mr. Tellman told me to,” le Grange said modestly.
    “What did he go to Battersea for?”
    Le Grange stared straight ahead of him.
    “Oh, you’d better ask him that, sir.”
    “Are you still looking for the weapon?” Pitt asked.
    “Yes sir.” Le Grange pulled a face. “Not found anything at all so far. Don’t know where else to look. I think as he probably took it away with him. Ah well, he must have brought it. I suppose he would take it back the same way.”
    “You’ve dragged the Serpentine?” Pitt did not argue. It was unpleasantly likely the murderer still had the weapon, or had dropped it in any of a hundred other possible places. They could hardly drag the Thames for it. It would have sunk deep into the river mud ages ago.
    “Ah yes sir. Mr. Tellman is very thorough, sir. He made sure we did that, and did it properly. There is nothing in there now, sir, not a thing. You’d never credit the stuff we found!” His eyes opened a little wider. “Two perfectly good boots, both for the left foot. Shame about them. Don’t know how someone could lose them. Three different fishing poles. I suppose that’s easy enough to understand. All kinds o’ boxes and bags, and a hat that looked nearly new. You wouldn’t believe it! No money, o’ course.”
    “I will believe anything you