you enjoy it?â
âNot especially. I only went because my factorâs been saying for years that I should see it. I finally gave in.â He snorted. âI lost a guinea and came home with blood on my coat from the damn bird. Anyway, what does that have to do with those children?â
âYouâve seen the posters the city put up?â
âOf course. Iâve given a pound towards the reward myself. Fenton came calling on me for money.â
The man had complete confidence, Nottingham thought. Pride seemed to seep from every pore. Most people would be nervous if the law came asking questions, but Darden acted as if it was the most normal conversation in the world, with nothing at all to hide.
âItâs brought out plenty of people wanting the reward and giving us names.â
âI still donât see how that brings you here, Constable.â
âYours was one of the names.â
For a second the manâs face darkened, as if his temper was about to explode. Then he gave a long, deep laugh. âMe? And you believed them?â
âWeâre following up on everything,â Nottingham said genially.
âWell, thereâs nothing here for you. If you donât believe I was at the cockfight, ask my factor, Mr Howard, or whoever it is that owns the Talbot. Theyâll tell you.â
âI will,â the Constable promised and smiled. âAfter all, I have to do my job.â
Darden stared at him as if trying to see a deeper meaning in the words, then gave a curt nod. âNext time try using a little intelligence, though. You should know better than to suspect a man like me. Good day, Constable. I donât imagine youâll need to return here.â
Outside, the fog wreathed around him as he walked. Darden had attempted to be polite, but there had been something beneath that, a deep disregard, arrogance, as if the man had believed himself above everything. Heâd never asked about the children, never mentioned them, as if their deaths were nothing at all to him.
And heâd lied about being at the cockfight, the Constable was certain of that, just as he was sure that if he returned to the Talbot tomorrow, Bell would remember that the merchant had been there after all. And Solomon Howard was Dardenâs factor, the man closest to him. Heâd worked for and with the man for years now; heâd say whatever he was bidden to say.
In his gut he now believed that Darden was Gabriel. Proving it â even being allowed to try â would be another matter altogether. And the man knew that full well. He believed he was untouchable.
âJohn, I want Holden watching Darden every day. Heâs the best we have. Tell Rob to assign another of the men to cover nights.â
âYes, boss.â He hesitated. âAre you sure itâs him?â
âI am,â Nottingham replied with certainty. He frowned. âHeâs clever, though. Didnât even blink at the questions, answered everything perfectly naturally. And at the end warned me not to come back.â
âWhat? He threatened?â
The Constable shook his head. âNothing as obvious as that. He just gave me a very strong hint that I should consider him above suspicion.â
âSo how are we going to prove any of this, boss?â
âIâm going to find Caleb and have the lad take a look at him. Heâs seen Gabriel, he can tell me if itâs Darden.â
âAnd if it isnât?â
âIt is,â Nottingham said.
âWhat about all these people giving us names? If Iâve had one this morning, Iâve had twenty of them.â
âDo what you can and pass the rest to the men to look into. Theyâll all come to nothing, anyway.â
âWhat about the mayor?â
âIâll tell him weâre looking at everything.â He gave a sly grin. âItâll be the truth. We will be, just not quite the way he
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