in the house would have found somewhere inconspicuous to meet him indoors.â
âUnless it was a moonlight tryst, a romantic skating party for two.â
Daisy didnât care for that line of thinking. âIt was far too cold to be romantic, and ⦠Wait, he wouldnât have walked down there with
skates on in the morning, either. What happened to his ordinary boots?â
âNow that is a very good â¦â Alec paused as the door opened. âAh, Lord Beddowe.â
âWhatâs all this about?â the young man demanded aggressively. âIâve told you all I know.â
âI find further enquiries are necessary. Lord Wentwater was good enough to assure me of his familyâs cooperation.â
âOh, very well.â Crossing the room towards the sofa Alec indicated, he suddenly stopped. âWhat the deuce are you doing in here, Daisy?â
She had slipped back to her window-seat. With a reproachful glance at Beddowe, she picked up her pad and pencil, leaving Alec to answer.
âMiss Dalrymple is my stenographer.â
âYou canât expect me to answer your bally questions in the presence of a young lady.â
âI admit that it is somewhat irregular. If you strongly object, we can go to the local police station to find an officer able to take down your statement.â
âGood Lord, no! I suppose a Chief Inspector considers himself too important to take shorthand,â he sneered.
âYou need not write that down, Miss Dalrymple,â Alec said dispassionately.
Beddowe noticed her shocked stare and had the grace to look a little ashamed of himself. Taunting oneâs inferiors was not part of the code of a gentleman. He didnât apologize, however, and he showed no sign of shame when he started talking about Astwick and his stepmother.
âItâs too obvious for words,â he said contemptuously. âLike a cheap, sordid melodrama. They were lovers in Italy, and then my father comes along, a wealthy peer infatuated enough to offer marriage, and she drops Astwick like a hot coal. Here she is, living on
velvet, when who turns up but her lover, threatening to reveal all and wreck the cosy nest if she doesnât jump back into bed with him.â
âHave you evidence that Astwick and Lady Wentwater were lovers?â Alec regretted that Miss Dalrymple had to hear such an outpouring of venom. Like the others, Beddowe appeared to have forgotten her presence.
âNot exactly evidence, but anyone could tell he had a hold over her, knew some nasty secret from her past. She had every reason to get rid of the bounder.â
Alec couldnât resist a dig. âNaturally, for your fatherâs sake, you did all you could to prevent Astwickâs persecution of your stepmother.â
âProtect that scheming adventuress, after she wheedled her way into my fatherâs confidence! Of course, Iâm sorry heâs going to be disillusioned, but divorce isnât such a ghastly business nowadays, is it? As the guilty party, she wouldnât get a penny out of him. Oh yes, she hadnât much choice but to dispose of Astwick.â
He seemed prepared to carry on endlessly in a similar vein. Alec stopped him with a question about Astwickâs boots.
âBoots? I havenât the foggiest. They must have been by the bench at the bottom of the path, where we sit down to change, but I canât say I noticed them. I was carrying my own skating boots, and Miss Petrieâs and Miss Dalrympleâs.â
âWho carried everything back up to the house?â
âI told the under-gardeners who moved the body to the boathouse to clear everything up. I suppose they put away the boathook and gaff and brought the rest back to the house. I wouldnât put it past them to swipe Astwickâs boots. After all, he didnât need them any longer.â
Much as he disliked Beddoweâs attitude towards his servants,
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