the edge. She waited for Kerra to sit opposite her. Then she said, -I'm very sorry about Santo." Her eyes filled, quite a change from their previous encounter. -I didn't say properly when we talked before. But I'm so very sorry."
-Yes. Well. I expect you are."
Madlyn flinched. -I know what you think. That I wanted him dead. Or at least that I wanted him hurt. But I didn't. Not really."
-It wouldn't have been so strange if you'd wanted that, at least that he be hurt as much as he hurt you. He was rotten in the way he treated you. I thought he might be. I did try to warn you."
-I know you did. But, see, I thought that you..." Madlyn pressed her hand down the front of her pinny. The whole kit she wore was terrible on her: the wrong colour, the wrong style. It was amazing to Kerra that Casvelyn of Cornwall could hold anyone in their employment, making their girls wear such a getup. -I thought it was jealousy, you see."
-What? That I wanted you for myself? Sexually, or something?"
-Not that. But in other ways. In friendship ways. She doesn't like to share her friends, I thought.
That's what this is all about."
-Well. Yes. It was, rather. You were my friend and I couldn't see how you could be with him and still be...It was so complicated. Because of how he was. And what would happen when he threw you over? I wondered that."
-You knew he'd do what he did, then."
-I thought he might. It was rather his pattern. And then what? You'd hardly want to come round here and be reminded of him, would you? Even being with me would remind you of him, put you into the position of having to hear about him when you weren't prepared. It was all too difficult.
I couldn't see a way past it and I couldn't put what I was feeling into words anyway. Not in any sensible fashion. Not in a way that would make me sound reasonable."
-I didn't like losing you as a friend."
-Yes. Well. There it is." Kerra thought, What now? They could hardly pick up where they'd left off in the pre-Santo days. Too much had occurred, and the reality of Santo's death still had to be dealt with. His death and the means of it hung between them even now. It was the great unspoken and it would remain so, as long as there was the slightest possibility that Madlyn Angarrack was involved.
Madlyn herself seemed to understand this because she next said, -I'm frightened about what happened to him. I was angry and hurt. Other people knew I was angry and hurt. I didn't keep it to myself...what he'd done. My father knew. My brother knew. Other people knew. Will Mendick. Jago Reeth. One of them, you see...Someone might have hurt him, but I didn't want that. I never wanted that."
Kerra felt a tingle of apprehension along her spine. She said, -Someone might have hurt Santo to get revenge on your behalf?"
-I never wanted...But now that I know - " Her hands balled into fists. Kerra saw her fingernails - those nicely clipped crescents - dig into her palms, as if telling her she had said enough.
Kerra said slowly, -Madlyn, do you know who killed Santo?"
-No!" There was a rise to Madlyn's voice, suggesting that what she'd come to say had not yet been said.
-But you do know something, don't you. What?"
-It's only that...Will Mendick came round last night. You know him, yes?"
-That bloke from the grocery. I know who he is. What about him, then?"
-He thought...I'd spoken to him, you see. Like I said before. He was one of the people I told about Santo and what happened. Not everything, but enough. And Will..." It seemed that Madlyn couldn't finish. She twisted her hands in the hem of her pinny and looked generally miserable. -I didn't know he fancied me," she concluded.
-You're telling me he did something to Santo because he fancied you? To...to get even with Santo on your behalf?"
-He said he sorted him. He...I don't think he did more than that."
-He and Santo were friendly. It wouldn't have been impossible for him to get to Santo's climbing kit, Madlyn."
-I can't think he actually...He wouldn't have."
-Have you told the police?"
-I didn't know, you see. Not till last night. And if I'd known...If I'd known that he'd even planned it or thought about it...I didn't want Santo hurt. Or if I wanted him hurt,