shoulder and looked at the ground.
Hester felt sick.
"Someone is. Who?"
He swallowed hard and said nothing.
"Someone is. You don't have to tell me who - not if it's secret."
He looked up at her.
"Someone is?" she repeated.
Very slowly he nodded.
"Just one person?"
He looked down again, frightened.
"All right - it's your secret. But if you want any help any time, or someone to talk to, you go to Miss Buchan. She's very good at secrets, and she understands. Do you hear me? "
He nodded.
"And remember, your mama loves you very much, and I am going to try to do everything I can to see that she comes back to you. I promise you."
He looked at her with steady blue eyes, slowly rilling with tears.
"I promise," she repeated. "I'm going to start right now. Remember, if you want to be with somebody, talk to them, you go to Miss Buchan. She's here all the time, and she understands secrets - promise me?"
Again he nodded, and turned away as his eyes brimmed over.
She longed to go over and put her arms around him, let him weep, but if he did he might not be able to regain the composure, the dignity and self-reliance he must have in order to survive the next few days or weeks.
Reluctantly she turned and went out of the door, closing it softly behind her.
* * * * *
Hester excused herself to Edith as hastily as possible and without any explanation, then as soon as she was on the pavement she began to walk briskly towards William Street. She hailed the very first hansom she saw and requested the driver to take her to Vere Street, off Lincoln's Inn Fields, then she sat back to compose herself until she should arrive at Rathbone's office.
Once there she alighted, paid the driver and went in. The clerk greeted her civilly, but with some surprise.
"I have no appointment," she said quickly. "But I must see Mr. Rathbone as soon as possible. I have discovered the motive in the Carlyon case, and as you must know, there is no time to be lost."
He rose from his seat, setting down his quill and closing the ledger.
"Indeed, ma'am. Then I will inform Mr. Rathbone. He is with a client at the moment, but I am sure he will be most obliged if you are able to wait until he is free."
"Certainly." She sat down and with the greatest difficulty watched the hands on the clock go around infinitely slowly until twenty-five minutes later the inner office door opened. A large gentleman came out, his gold watch chain across an extensive stomach. He glanced at her without speaking, wished the clerk good-day, and went out.
The clerk went in to Rathbone immediately, and within a moment was out again.
"If you please, Miss Latterly?" He stood back, inviting her in.
"Thank you." She barely glanced at him as she passed.
Oliver Rathbone was sitting at his desk and he rose to his feet before she was across the threshold.
"Hester?"
She closed the door behind her and leaned against it, suddenly breathless.
"I know why Alexandra killed the general!" She swallowed hard, an ache in her throat. "And my God, I think I would have done it too. And gone to the gallows before I would have told anyone why."
"Why?" His voice was husky, little more than a whisper. "For God's sake why?"
"Because he was having carnal knowledge of his own son!"
"Dear heaven! Are you sure?" He sat down suddenly as though all the strength had gone out of him. "General Carlyon - was . . . ? Hester. . . ?"
"Yes - and not only he, but probably the old colonel as well - and God knows who else."
Rathbone shut his eyes and his face was ashen.
"No wonder she killed him," he said very quietly.
Hester came over and sat down on the chair opposite the desk. There was no need to spell it out. They both knew the helplessness of a woman who wanted to leave her husband without his agreement, and that even if she did, all children were legally his, not hers. By law she would forfeit all right to them, even nursing babies, let alone an eight-year-old son.
"What else could she do?" Hester said blankly. "There was no one to turn to - I don't suppose anyone would have believed her. They'd lock her up for slander, or insanity, if she tried to say such a thing about a pillar of the military establishment like the general."
"His parents?" he said, then