A conspiracy of paper: a novel - By David Liss Page 0,30

remove her chains. I would pay for her easement when the sight of my silver would not cause either of us a problem. He nodded and crouched down to unlock the irons; Kate neither thanked him nor acknowledged in any way that her state had changed.

I required a private audience, and for an additional shilling the warder provided me with a closet, illuminated only by a tiny slit of a window. After indulging himself in a knowing grin, he closed the door and bade me holler if I required assistance. It was an overcast day, and once inside it was hard to see in the dingy room, but I required not much light for my purposes. The only furniture, I was hardly surprised to note, was a narrow bed covered with a tattered blanket and a family of rats that scurried away as we entered.

I hardly knew enough of her to speculate how the interview would proceed—I knew not if she would fight or cower. She sat quietly upon the bed and looked down, neither asking nor expecting anything of me. “Well, Kate,” I said, forcing an ironic smile, lost upon her in the dusky cell. “You’ve landed yourself in a bit of a situation, haven’t you?”

“I won’t ’ang for something I didn’t do.” She so struggled to master her voice, I thought her jaw might snap from the pressure. She looked me full in the face. I could not mistake that she meant to challenge me. “Ah, Christ,” she muttered, “ah, Jemmy.”

“I am sorry for what happened to Jemmy,” I told her softly.

She shook her head. “Jemmy,” she muttered. Her head sunk low, almost to her lap. “Well, ’e won’t be ’itting me no more, least. Or making me ’oard that what we can’t sell to no one without Wild finding out. This is all ’is fault, I reckon.” She suddenly looked up and met my eye. “And yer fault too. And I won’t ’ang for what I didn’t do.”

“No,” I said. “You won’t hang, Kate, if we strike a bargain. I shall see to it. I cannot guarantee you will not be transported—but perhaps seven years in the colonies will help you to recover from the misfortunes of your life, as well as to escape the clutches of an unforgiving benefactor such as Mr. Wild.” She started at the sound of his name. “This is what I shall do for you, Kate. I shall give you money enough to keep yourself away from the common sort while you stay here. Further, I shall use my influence with the magistracy to make sure that if you are convicted you are not sentenced to hang. I shall do what I can to see you acquitted—I don’t want Wild to earn any money from your misfortune—but I can only promise you that you will not hang. Do you understand?”

“Aye,” she said, her lips turning in a hint of an ironic smile. “I understand yer afraid I’ll tell them about yer.” She used the ends of her hair to wipe blood and filth from her forehead.

“No, I’m not, Kate. For you don’t know my name and you don’t know who I am. Further, were I to be brought forward, I would be forced to tell the court the truth—that I killed Jemmy while he tried to rob me—while he tried to rob me with your help. I can keep you alive if you cooperate with me, but if you force my hand you will hang. You are angry to be sure. You have been betrayed by Wild; I understand that. But if you want to stay alive, you had better listen to what I tell you. I know you do not like me—you see me as the reason that you are here, but you must understand that I am the only person who is able to help you presently.”

“Why should ya ’elp me?” She did not look up, but her voice was steady and demanding.

“Not out of kindness, I assure you. Because it is in my best interest to do so.” I kept my voice calm as I spoke to her. She saw I had a little power—enough to bribe the guard. For a woman in Kate’s position, having a few pounds in one’s purse and a mighty wig upon one’s head was no great distance from influence with the courts. It was all a lie, of course. I had no influence, but I had to do everything in my power to