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A light-hearted mystery… The most fun is that ‘Jane Austen’ is in the middle of it, witty and logical, a foil to some of the ladies who primp, faint and swoon.

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“Can it be possible?” I said, turning to Sir William.

My old friend answered me with a single look. “It can, and is,” he said grimly. “Lord Harold has papers in his possession signed by the Earl, vouchsafing his purpose and the means placed at his disposal; and furthermore, he has all the notes representing the Barbadoes debt — from which the Countess is now, happily, freed.”

“It was these matters, among others, that we discussed in my chambers tonight,” Mr. Cranley said.

“I only returned from France a few days ago, and thus was incapable of halting the proceedings in the Royal Gallery,”’ said Lord Harold. “But I felt it necessary to explain my elliptical speech at the Bar this afternoon. I could not — even under oath — betray the delicate progress of snaring Madame Delahoussaye in a noose of her own making; nor could I unjustly consign the Countess and Lord Scargrave to the gallows.” The thin mouth creased in an unwonted smile. “You placed me in a devilish position, Miss Austen; but it is no less than I have come to expect from you. You are indeed a worthy adversary.”

I had not quite forgiven such a man. “I should have preferred us to work in concert, my lord,” I said tartly, fingering my bruised throat. “Was that so impossible?”

“Not without exposing you to extreme danger, such as you have only just escaped,” he returned, glancing at Madame. The lady could only appear ridiculous at this point, despite her murderous hands; her costume was torn, her wig discarded, and a quantity of false cobwebs fluttered about her face. In her eyes, however I read still her talent for evil.

Even Harold Trowbridge was sobered by a look in Ma-dame's direction. He turned back to his tale with obvious relief. “I remained at Scargrave long enough to ascertain that it was Madame Delahoussaye who harboured the chief interest in Crosswinds — and as its trustee, this was not altogether remarkable. I lacked proof of her malevolence, however, until the day before I left — having pressured the Countess into signing a worthless paper, as a final nasty flourish with which to make my exit. For my true purpose had been satisfied the previous evening, when Madame had approached me with a provocative proposition.”

There was the sound of a throat clearing in the corner, and with a profound venom, the bound woman spat. A pustule of phlegm landed on the floor just short of Lord Harold; with infinite grace and irony, he smeared it to nothing with his boot.

“She told me that however much I preyed upon the Countess, I should never obtain the property I sought without her own consent — and a handsome fee. From her elliptical questions regarding my motives, I perceived that Madame believed that it was the port I wanted — until that moment, I had not known the port was so valuable — for reasons of my own; but I little understood then that she, too, had designs upon the port, of a far more destructive nature, and on behalf of a far deadlier client. I knew nothing of the true nature of her schemes, and thought only that she wished to extort a princely sum for her consent to the sale. Having considered her demands — which were enormously high — I was to wait upon her in London after the holiday.

“I left Scargrave the next day, and consulted my brother — who, despite his fatuous appearance, is a man of probity and sense much valued at the Ministry of War — and it was Bertie's view that I should accompany him on a mission he had only then received, of parlaying with his French counterpart regarding the disposition of the French Navy. While in the country, I should endeavour to learn what I could about deep-water ports in the West Indies; and so I agreed.

“I had not been long abroad when it became clear to me why Madame had fenced with me so guardedly — why, indeed, a port attached to the property should be so valuable. She had nothing less in train than the betrayal of the British Navy — and she intended to be paid for it twice. Having bartered the port to me , she should as readily offer it to Buonaparte — and trust that the French Navy should discourage any thought I might have of pressing my claim. I returned in haste to England, intending to play her like a fish until she should betray enough to incriminate herself; and she very soon waited upon me at Wilborough House, to learn my decision. She had a new impatience about her that I judged to arise from fear; though what had caused her to become anxious — when the trial of her niece was so nearly achieved, and my own suspicions so closely guarded — I could not comprehend. But I have since learned from Mr: Cranley that you , Miss Austen, precipitated her unease.”

“Though I fixed upon her too late, and lacked any proofs,” I admitted.

“And but for her attack upon you, we should still lack them,” Sir William told me.

There was a rustle from the corner, and all our eyes turned to the murderess. She struggled with her bonds, her glittering eyes fixed upon me. “Meddlesome girl!” she cried. “But for you I should have prevailed! But I assure you, Miss Austen, I regret nothing I have done, except my failure to dispatch you earlier.” Her eyes shifted to Sir William and she smiled cruelly. “You think yourself very clever; old man, in catching me; but we both know who the clever one has been. It was who charged the maid with poisoning the Earl, and then slit her throat to ensure her silence; and you were susceptible to my diversions — the handkerchief, the note in Payne's handwriting — and charged others with my crimes.” Madame let forth a piercing laugh. “How I rejoiced, alone in my room at night! You were fools, all of you. My discovery came about by the merest accident. That I failed at the last makes not a whit of difference — in affairs of great moment, one wins or loses by the cast of a die.”

“As your patron Buonaparte undoubtedly taught you,” Sir William said dryly, “knowing that in the end, it was you, Madame, who should hang; and he who should survive to play at dice another day.” He turned to me and patted my hand, his aged brown eyes gaining something in their warmth. “Lord Harold's words might have brought a charge of treason against this lady, my dear Jane, but they should not have solved for us the unpleasantness at Scargrave Manor. For that, we needed you. I only regret that you endured such peril to achieve your Countess's freedom.”

I knew not what to say, and so took refuge in my dearest concern. “Isobel shall go free?” I enquired, looking from one man to another.

“On the very morrow,” Sir William assured me, “and Fitzroy Payne with her.”

A feeling of exquisite joy overwhelmed me, and I closed my eyes a moment; but of a sudden, I looked for Mr. Cranley. “Poor fellow!” I cried. “To be denied your day before the House of Lords!”

“It might well have been the ruin of my career,” that worthy said wryly, “for I certainly had no defence to offer.”

Chapter 25

Jane's Afterword

20 March 1803

No. 4 Sydney Place, Bath

I HAVE HAD NEWS TODAY FROM SIR WILLIAM REYNOLDS, OF Madame Delahoussaye's trial before the Assizes only a few days past; the proceedings were brief, as expected, and she has been sent to her Maker this very day. I should feel a depth of pity for her, had she not stood by with complete equanimity while Isobel faced a similar fate; and there is the image of foolish Marguerite Dumas, grimacing horribly in her unlooked-for death, that will not depart from memory. The snow is falling today, late in season, and I am cast back afresh to the dusky shed in the paddock, and the dark blood pooled in the straw; and though I think Madame well departed from this life, I offer a prayer for her eternal soul.

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