sigh. He did not ask Monk if he were sure; he knew he would not have said it if there were the slightest doubt.
Monk bit his lip, glanced at Hester, who looked crushed, then back at Rathbone.
"The third element is motive," he said.
Rathbone's attention jerked back. Suddenly there was hope again. If not, why would Monk have bothered to mention it?
Damn the man for his theatricality! It was too late to pretend he was indifferent, Monk had seen his change of expression. To affect a casual air now would make himself ridiculous.
"I presume your discovery there is more useful to us?" he said aloud.
Monk's satisfaction evaporated.
"I don't know," he confessed. "One could speculate all sorts of motives for the others, but for her there seems only jealousy - and yet that was not the reason."
Rathbone and Hester stared at him. There was no sound in the quiet room but a leaf tapping against the window in the spring breeze.
Monk pulled a dubious face."It was never easy to believe, in spite of one or two people accepting it, albeit reluctantly. I believed it myself for a while." He saw the sudden start of interest in their faces, and continued blindly. "Louisa Furnival is certainly a woman who would inspire uncertainty, self-doubt and then jealousy in another woman - and must have done so many times. And there is the possibility that Alexandra could have hated her not because she was so in love with the general but simply because she could not abide publicly being beaten by Louisa, being seen to be second best in the rivalry which cuts deepest to a person's self-esteem, most especially a woman's."
"But..." Hester could not contain herself. "But what? Why don't you believe it now?"
"Because Louisa was not having an affair with the general, and Alexandra must have known he was not."
"Are you sure?" Rathbone leaned forward keenly. "How do you know?"
"Maxim has money, which is important to Louisa," Monk replied, watching their faces carefully. "But even more important is her security and her reputation. Apparently some time ago Maxim was in love with Alexandra." He glanced up as Hester leaned forward, nodding quickly. "You knew that too?"
"Yes - yes, Edith told me. But he would not do anything about it because he is very moral, and believes profoundly in his marriage vows, regardless of emotions afterwards."
"Precisely," Monk agreed. "And Alexandra must have known that, because she was so immediately concerned. Louisa is not a woman to throw away anything - money, honor, home, Society's acceptance - for the love of a man, especially one she knew would not marry her. And the general would not; he would lose his own reputation and career, not to mention the son he adored. In fact I doubt Louisa ever threw away anything intentionally. Alexandra knew her, and knew the situation. If Louisa had been caught hi an affair with the general, Maxim would have made life extremely hard for her. After all, he had already made a great sacrifice in order to sustain his marriage. He would demand the same of her. And all this Alexandra knew . . ." He left the rest unsaid, and sat staring at them, his face somber.
Rathbone sat back with a feeling of confusion and incompleteness in his mind. There must be so much more to this story they had not even guessed at. They had only pieces, and the most important one that held it all together was missing.
"It doesn't make sense," he said guardedly. He looked across at Hester, wondering what she thought, and was pleased to see the same doubt reflected in her face. Better than that, the attention in her eyes betrayed that she was still acutely involved in the matter. In no way had she resigned interest merely because the answer eluded them but left the guilt undeniable.
"And you have no idea what the real motive was?" he said to Monk, searching his face to see if he concealed yet another surprise, some final piece held back for a last self-satisfying dramatic effect. But there was nothing. Monk's face was perfectly candid.
"I've tried to think," he said frankly. "But there is nothing to suggest he used her badly in any way, nor has anyone else suggested anything." He also glanced at Hester.
Rathbone looked at her. "Hester? If you were in her place, can you think of anything which would make you kill such a man?"
"Several things," she admitted with a twisted smile, then bit her lip