now.â
She clapped a hand over her mouth. âBlimey.â
âMr. Dryden was a playwright as well as a poet, Eliza.â Hewitt closed his eyes. ââThere is a pleasure sure in being mad, which none but madmen know.ââ He opened his eyes and stared at them, as if waiting for a reaction.
âNot only pleasure, but safety,â Higgins said wryly. âMr. Hewitt, did you see who killed Diana Price?â
No emotion registered on Hewittâs face. âI do not know who Diana Price is.â
âShe was a singer in the theater,â Eliza said. âBut she started out as a Gaiety Girl, like one of those pretty girls you mention. You canât be a Gaiety Girl unless youâre pretty. Diana Price was rather famous. Iâm surprised you donât know her.â
âThe theater is nearly as foul with corruption as the racecourse. I havenât been to the theater since I was a boy.â
Eliza turned to Higgins. âPoor man. I bet he hasnât been to the cinema, either.â
âFollowing the Gold Cup, Dianaâs body was found in the stables,â Higgins said. âSheâd been run through with a pitchfork.â
âHow tragic.â Hewitt opened his Bible once more. âI still donât know her. But I will pray for her immortal soul. I shall now read from the Book of Judges.â
After several minutes of him reading aloud, an impatient Eliza interrupted. âDid you visit the stables while you were at Ascot?â
âI did not,â Hewitt said, then resumed reading.
Higgins and Eliza waited until he finished the account of Samson and Delilah. But when Hewitt began the biblical account of Micah and the young Levite, Higgins lost patience. âRead the biblical injunction against spreading falsehoods. You just said you did not visit the Ascot stables. Yet jockey Bomber Brody and a young groom both claim they saw you there that morning. Since you werenât an owner or racing official, Brody had you removed from the premises.â
âPerhaps I did.â Hewitt closed his Bible. âI believe I arrived at the racecourse early in the morning. I may have wandered into the stables at some point. Remember I suffered a head injury at Ascot.â He touched the bandage at the back of his head. âMy memory may be faulty.â
âBut why go to the stables at all?â Eliza asked.
He was silent for a moment. Higgins guessed he was trying to concoct a convincing lie. For certain, Hewitt was a slippery fellow.
âI wanted to see the horses,â he said at last.
âWhy?â Higgins and Eliza asked in unison.
âI planned to run in front of them during the race and knew that might startle them. But if I showed myself to those horses scheduled to run in the Gold Cupâlet them catch my scent, listen to my voice, note my appearanceâperhaps they wouldnât take fright later.â
Higgins snorted. That was the first irrational thing Hewitt had said. âWhere did you go after we spoke? Did you go back to the stables?â
He remained silent, his eyes on the Bible.
âTell us where you went.â
Hewitt looked off into space. ââIf wishes were horses, blind men would ride,ââ he chanted in a singsong voice, then stopped. âThatâs what you all are. Blind.â
âBlind to what?â
But Hewittâs attention turned unexpectedly to Elizaâs tight skirt. He pointed a stern finger at her. ââCast away thy sinful raiment.ââ
âI will as soon as I get home,â she replied. âI can barely breathe.â
Higginsâs frustration grew by the minute. âMr. Hewitt, do you remember where you were between the time we spoke in the paddock and the start of the Gold Cup?â
âNow you sound like a policeman.â
âExcuse me, gentlemen, but I cannot sit a minute longer.â Eliza jabbed the tip of her parasol into the
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