of a habit of this recently. Indeed the poor man had every cause to find the situation almost intolerable.
"Louisa was, I confess, taking up the general's attention in a manner many wives would have found difficult to accommodate - but then women have their own resources with which to deal with these things. And Alexandra was neither a plain woman nor a stupid one. In the past Maxim Furnival paid more than a little attention to her - quite as much as the general was giving Louisa that evening - and I have a suspicion it was rooted in a far less superficial feeling. But that is only a notion; I know nothing."
Monk smiled, acknowledging the confidence.
"Dr. Hargrave, what is your opinion of the mental state of Sabella Pole? In your judgment, is it possible that she killed her father and that Alexandra has confessed to protect her?"
Hargrave leaned back very slowly, pursing his lips, his eyes on Monk's face.
"Yes, I think it is possible, but you will need a great deal more than a possibility before the police will take any notice of it. And I certainly cannot say she definitely did anything, or that her behavior betrays more than an emotional imbalance, which is quite well known in women who have recently given birth. Such melancholia sometimes takes the form of violence, but towards the child, not towards their own fathers."
"And you also were the medical consultant to Mrs. Carlyon?"
"Yes, for what that is worth, which I fear is nothing in this instance." Again he shook his head. "I can offer no evidence of her sanity or the unlikelihood that she committed this crime. I really am sorry, Mr. Monk, but I believe you are fighting a lost cause."
"Can you think of any other reason whatever why she should have killed her husband?"
"No." Hargrave was totally serious. "And I have tried. So far as I am aware, he was never violent to her or overtly cruel in any way. I appreciate that you are seeking any mitigating circumstances - but I am truly sorry, I know of none. The general was a normal, healthy man, and as sane as any man alive. A trifle pompous, perhaps, and outside military matters, a bore - but that is not a capital sin."
Monk did not know what he had been hoping for; still he felt a deep sense of disappointment. The possibilities were narrowing, the chances to discover something of meaning were fading one by one, and each was so inconclusive.
"Thank you, Dr. Hargrave." Monk rose to his feet. "You have been very patient."
"Not at all." Hargrave stood up and moved towards the door. "I'm only sorry I could be of no assistance. What will you do now?"
"Retrace my steps," Monk said wearily. "Go back over police records of the investigation, recheck the evidence, times, places, answers to questions."
"I am afraid you are in for a disappointing time," Hargrave said ruefully. "I have very little idea why she should suddenly leave all sanity and self-interest, but I fear you will find in the end that Alexandra Carlyon killed her husband."
"Possibly," Monk conceded, opening the door. "But I have not given up yet!"
* * * * *
Monk had not so far been to the police about the case, and he would not go to Runcorn. The relationship between them had always been difficult, strained by Monk's ambition forever treading on Runcorn's heels, hungry for his rank, and making no secret that he believed he could do the job better. And Runcorn, afraid in his heart that that was true, had feared him, and out of fear had come resentment, bitterness, and then hatred.
Finally Monk had resigned in rage, refusing to obey an order he considered profoundly incompetent and morally mistaken. Runcom had been delighted, free at last of his most dangerous subordinate. The fact that Monk had proved to be correct, as had happened so often before, had robbed him of victory, but not of the exquisite release from Monk's footsteps at his back and his shadow forever darkening his prospects.
John Evan was a totally different matter. He had not known Monk before the accident and had been assigned to work as his sergeant on his return from convalescence, when he began the Grey case. He had found a man discovering himself through evidence, the views and emotions of others, records of past cases, and not at all certain that he liked what he saw. Evan had learned Monk's vulnerability, and eventually