people who were there at the time, with the exception, of course, of the Princess Gisela. Apparently this accusation has brought them together again, not unnaturally, I suppose.
"I hope you will be able to deduce at least who had opportunity to have poisoned the Prince, and if anything whatever was observed that could be used in evidence. You will also question the doctor who attended the Prince and wrote the death certificate."
From outside in the street the noise of the traffic drifted up through the half-open window. In the office beyond the door there was silence.
There were many reasons to accept the case: Rathbone needed help urgently, and it would give Monk considerable satisfaction to be in a position where for once Rathbone was in his debt. Monk had no other cases of any importance at the moment and would value the occupation and the income from it. But most of all, his curiosity was so sharp he could feel it as distinctly as an itching of the skin.
"Yes, of course I will," he said with a smile, perhaps more wolfish than friendly.
"Good," Rathbone accepted. "I am obliged. I shall give you Baron von Emden's address and you can introduce yourself to him. Perhaps you could go to Wellborough Hall as his manservant?"
Monk was appalled. "What?"
"Perhaps you could go as his manservant," Rathbone repeated, his eyes wide. "It would give you an excellent opening to speak with the other servants and learn what they ..." He stopped, the ghost of a smile on his lips. "Or you could go as an acquaintance, if you would feel more at ease. I realize you may not be familiar with the duties of a valet..."
Monk rose to his feet, his face set. "I shall go as his acquaintance," he said stiffly. "I shall let you know what I learn, if anything. No doubt you will be somewhat concerned to know."
And with that he bade Rathbone good night and took the piece of paper on which Rathbone had written the Baron's address from the desktop and went out.
Monk arrived at Wellborough Hall six days after Zorah Rostova walked into Rathbone's offices and requested the lawyer's help. It was now early September, golden autumn, with the stubble fields stretching into the distance, the chestnuts just beginning to turn amber and the occasional strip of newly plowed land showing rich and dark where the wet earth was ready for planting.
Wellborough Hall was a huge, spreading Georgian building of classical proportions. One approached it up a drive that was over a mile long and largely lined with elms. On either side parkland spread towards woods, and beyond that were more open fields and copses. It was easy to picture the owners of such a place entertaining royalty, riding happily amid such beauty, until tragedy had halted them, reminding them of their frailty.
Monk had called upon Stephan von Emden and found him happy to offer all the assistance he could to angle for an invitation for Monk to accompany him as his "friend" on his imminent trip to the Hall. Stephan said he was fascinated by the idea of investigation and found Monk an intriguing study, his manner of life utterly different from his own. He also explained that they were all gathering at Wellborough Hall again to make sure of their stories about Friedrich's death in case there should be a trial.
Monk felt a trifle disconcerted to be watched so closely, and as their journey continued, he had realized that Stephan was neither as casual nor as uninformed as he had at first assumed. Monk had betrayed himself, at least in his own eyes, more than once by his own prejudgments that because Stephan was titled and wealthy, he was also narrow in his outlook and relatively useless in any practical sense. Now Monk was angry with himself for allowing the restrictions of his upbringing to show. He was trying to pass himself off as a gentleman. Some part of his mind knew that gentlemen were not so brittle, so quick to assume, or so defensive of their dignity. They knew they did not need to be.
He was disgusted with himself because his prejudgments were unfair. He despised unfairness, the more so when it was also stupid.
They arrived at the magnificent entrance and stepped out of the carriage to be welcomed by a liveried footman. Monk was about to look for his very carefully packed cases when he remembered just in time that to bring them in