Anne Perry s Christmas Mysteries Page 0,14

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"Good afternoon, Mrs. Ellison," she said with cool politeness. "I am Bedelia Harcourt. My butler tells me that you have driven all the way from St. Mary in the Marsh with unfortunate news about my sister. I hope she has not"-she hesitated delicately-"embarrassed you?"

Grandmama felt a fury of emotion rise up inside her so violently she was overwhelmed by it, almost giddy. She wanted to rage at the woman, even slap her perfect face. However, that would be absurd and the last way to detect anything. She was quite sure Pitt would not have been so...so amateur!

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Harcourt." She controlled herself with a greater effort than she had ever exercised over her temper before. "But the news I have is very bad indeed. That is why I came personally rather than have anyone write a letter to you." She watched intently to see if there were the slightest betraying foreknowledge in Bedelia's face, and saw nothing. "I am afraid Miss Barrington passed away in her sleep last night. I am so very sorry." That at least was sincere. She was amazed how sorry she was.

Bedelia stared at her as if the words had no meaning that she could grasp. "Passed away?" she repeated. She put her hand up to her mouth. "Maude? But she never even said she was ill! I should have known! Oh, how terrible. How very terrible."

"I am sorry," Grandmama said yet again. "The maid knocked on my door. I was in the same part of the house. I went to her immediately, but Miss Barrington must have died early in the night. She was...quite cold. We called a doctor, naturally."

"Oh, dear." Bedelia stepped backward and almost folded up into the chair behind her. It was a collapse, and yet it was oddly graceful. "Poor Maude. How I wish she had said something. She was too...too reticent...too brave."

Grandmama remembered Bedelia's letter to Joshua saying that she would not have Maude in the house because they had other important guests, and she found it extremely difficult not to remind her of that. But to do so would make an enemy of her, and then gaining any knowledge would be impossible. Really, this detecting required greater sacrifices than she had foreseen.

"I am deeply sorry for coming bearing such painful news," she said instead. "I cannot imagine what a shock it must be for you. I spent a little time with Miss Barrington and she was a delightful person. And I admit that to me she appeared to be in the most excellent health. I can understand your shock."

Bedelia raised her eyes and looked up at her. "She...she had lived abroad for some time, in very harsh climates. It must have affected her more than we appreciated. Possibly more than she appreciated herself."

Grandmama sat down in the other chair opposite Bedelia. "She spoke somewhat of Marrakech, and I believe Persia. And Egypt also. Was she there for some time?"

"Years," Bedelia replied, straightening up. "Since she left, shortly before I was married, and that is all but forty years ago. She must have lived in a style far more...injurious to her health than we had realized. Perhaps she did not fully know it herself."

"Perhaps not," Grandmama agreed. Then a thought occurred to her. Sitting here being pleasant and questioning nothing was unlikely to gain her any knowledge. Pitt would have done better. "Or maybe she was only too well aware that she was not in good health, and that is why she returned to England, and her family, the people to whom she was closest in the world?"

Bedelia's magnificent eyes opened wider and were momentarily as hard and cold as the midwinter sea.

Grandmama looked back at her without so much as blinking.

Bedelia let out her breath slowly. "I suppose you could be right. No such thought had crossed my mind. Like you, I imagined her to be in the most excellent health. It seems we were both tragically mistaken."

"She said nothing that could lead you to expect this?" Grandmama felt most discourteous to press the matter, but justice came before good manners.

Bedelia hesitated, as if she could not make up her mind how to answer. "I can think of nothing," she said after a moment. "I confess I am utterly devastated. My mind does not seem to function at all. I have never lost anyone so...so very close to me before."

"Your parents are still alive?" Grandmama said in amazement.

"Oh, no," Bedelia corrected herself