Anne Perry s Christmas Mysteries Page 0,75

as if it were a secret too shameful to acknowledge.

"People do fall on harder times without there being a dark secret," he pointed out ruefully.

"I know." She poured him more tea although he had not asked for it. One of her pleasures was to notice his needs and meet them before he said anything. "It's just a little piece of information. But I think it fits in with the missing pennies in the ledgers, the fact that John Boscombe suddenly resigned from his position in the church, and that they are both afraid of something. None of which would matter if the Reverend Wynter were not dead. But he is, and at least for now, this is your village." Then she corrected herself. "Our village."

He frowned. "Why would their not being married, and the vicar knowing that, have anything to do with financial hard times or the petty thefts from the collection? That doesn't make any sense."

She struggled through the confusion in her own mind. "I think he knew about the petty thefts before giving up his job keeping the books. He was close enough to the vicar that they trusted each other. Then something happened, and John Boscombe left. They still go to church, as everyone does, but that's all. Could mean their sudden tightening of circumstances dates from that time, too. With children you can go through sheets quickly. You'll wash them every other week, perhaps give them a little rubbing. Middles can wear thin. Best to trim them before they actually tear."

"And what caused the hardship?" he asked. "The Reverend Wynter was blackmailing them, so they paid for half a year, and then they killed him?"

She blinked. "No! No, I don't believe that. But maybe if the Reverend Wynter found out, so did someone else. That's possible, isn't it?"

He considered for a moment, staring at his cup, but without reaching for it. "Yes," he said finally. "Who would that be?"

"His first wife," she said without hesitation. "Or, really, his only wife."

"Why didn't she come forward and accuse him openly, if he deserted her?"

"Oh, Dominic!" she said in exasperation. "Don't be so otherworldly. Much better to ask him for money to keep quiet about it than admit to everyone that he ran away from her to be with someone else. Except that if Genevieve doesn't know, or didn't at the time, then he probably ran away just because she was ghastly."

He tried to hide a smile, and failed. "Clarice, you don't just run away because your husband or wife is appalling, or there would hardly be a married person in England living at home."

She raised her eyebrows very high. "Thank you. I hadn't thought of running away...yet."

He shook his head. "I'm so glad," he said drily. "It's cold out there. Do you really think the Boscombes have a secret?"

She wrinkled her nose.

"Yes. And I really do think it could have to do with their marriage. That is the only thing of sufficient importance to them that they might fight very hard to protect it." She met his eyes and hoped he could see in hers that she understood the Boscombes perfectly. She, too, would have fought with every weapon she had to protect her marriage. For her, too, it was the most precious thing she had.

He reached across the table and touched her fingertips gently. "I agree," he answered. "And I am beginning to think that Sir Peter Connaught also has something about which he is less than honest."

She was startled. "Sir Peter? Are you sure? You don't think he's just...grieved? He seemed to be very fond of the Reverend Wynter, and they never made up their quarrel before he died. That makes people feel very guilty, you know."

He fiddled with his knife. "I thought of that, but it's more a matter of little things that don't fit: discrepancies in his stories about his parents. Perhaps they don't even matter, but I noticed them." He seemed about to add something further, then changed his mind. He looked unhappy.

"What is it?" she asked. "What are you thinking?"

He gave a slight shrug. "I don't know. People do boast sometimes, exaggerate their abilities, or money, all sorts of things. But Sir Peter doesn't seem in any need to do that. He is obviously a man of great wealth, or he could not maintain a place like the manor house. And it is superbly kept. He gives generously to the village; I know that from the Reverend Wynter's remarks in the notes