Mr. 'Agger." And he opened the door wider and permitted Monk into the back kitchen. He was left to stand mere while the boy went for the butler, who was in charge of the house now that both master and mistress were gone, until either Mrs. Carlyon should be acquitted or the executors should dispose of the estate.
Monk stared about him. He could see through the open doorway into the laundry room, where the dolly tub was standing with its wooden dolly for moving, lifting and turning the clothes, the mangle for squeezing out the water, and the long shelf with jars of various substances for washing the different kinds of cloth: boiled bran for sponging chintz; clean horses' hoof parings for woollens; turpentine and ground sheep's trotters, or chalk, to remove oil and grease; lemon or onion juice for ink; warm cows' milk for wine or vinegar stains; stale bread for gold, silver or silken fabrics; and of course some soap.
There were also jars of bleach, a large tub of borax for heavy starching, and a board and knife for cutting up old potatoes to soak for articles to be more lightly starched.
Monk recognized them all from dim memories, habit, and recollections of more recent investigations which had taken him into kitchens and laundry rooms. This was apparently a well-run household, with all the attentions to detail one would expect from an efficient staff.
Sharply he recalled his mother with the luxury of home made soap from fet and wood ash. For the laundry, like other poorer women, she used lye, the liquid made ftom wood ash collected from furnaces and open fires and then mixed with water. Sometimes urine, fowl dung or bran were added to make it more effective. In 1853 the tax had been taken off soap, but that was long after he left home. She would have been overwhelmed by all this abundance.
He turned his attention to the room he was in, but had little time to see more than the racks piled with brussels sprouts, asparagus, cabbage and strings of stored onions and potatoes kept from last autumn, when the butler appeared, clad in total black and looking grim. He was a man in his middle years, short, sandy-haired, with mustache, thick side whiskers, and balding on top. His voice when he spoke was very precise.
"Yes, Mr. - er, Monk? What can we do for you? Any way in which we can help the mistress, of course we will. But you understand I shall need some proof of your identity and your purpose in coming here?" He clicked his teeth."I don't mean to be uncivil, sir, but you must understand we have had some charlatans here, pretending to be who they were not, and out to deceive us for their own purposes."
"Of course." Monk produced his card, and a letter from Rathbone, and one from Peverell Erskine. "Very prudent of you, Mr. Hagger. You are to be commended."
Hagger closed his eyes again, but the pink in his cheeks indicated that he had heard the compliment, and appreciated it.
"Well, sir, what can we do for you?" he said after he had read the letters and handed them back. "Perhaps you would care to come into the pantry where we can be private?"
"Thank you, that would be excellent," Monk accepted, and followed him into the small room, taking the offered seat. Hagger sat opposite him and looked enquiringly.
As a matter of principle, Monk told him as little as possible. One could always add more later; one could not retract.
He must begin slowly, and hope to elicit the kind of information he wanted, disguised among more trivial details.
"Perhaps you would begin by telling me something of the running of the house, Mr. Hagger? How many staff have you? How long have they been here, and if you please, something of what you know of them - where they were before here, and so on."
"If you wish, sir." Hagger looked dubious. "Although I cannot see how that can possibly help."
"Nor I - yet," Monk conceded. "But it is a place to begin."
Dutifully Hagger named the staff, their positions in the household and what their references said of them. Then at Monk's prompting he began to outline a normal week's events.
Monk stopped him once or twice to ask for more detail about a dinner party, the guests, the menu, the general's attitude, how Mrs. Carlyon had behaved, and on occasions when she and the general had gone out, whom