In the dead of winter, with ice sheeting the road and not a soul in miles and no way to escape. It's about a family. And a man who dies, and the people who had to kill him. And why. Especially why." Lady Helen had expected to hear wolves howling next.
"It sounds as if she intended that as a message for someone."
"It does, doesn't it? And then when we were all gathered in the sitting room and she began going over the changes in the plot, she said much the same thing."
The plot concerned itself with a family and their thwarted New Year's Eve celebration. According to Joy, the oldest brother was a man possessed of a terrible secret, a secret that was about to rip apart the fabric of everyone's life.
"And then they began to read," Lady Helen said. "I wish I had paid more attention to what they were reading, but it was so stuffy in the sitting room-no, it was more like a pan of water about to come to a boil-that I didn't really follow much of what they had to say. All I remember for a certainty is that just before Francesca Gerrard went a bit mad, the older brother in the story-Lord Stinhurst was reading the part since it hadn't been cast yet- had just received a telephone call. He decided that he had to leave at once, saying that after twenty-seven years, he wasn't about to become another vassal. I'm fairly certain those were the words. And that's when Francesca leaped to her feet and the evening collapsed."
"Vassal?" St. James repeated blankly.
She nodded. "Odd, isn't it? Of course, since the play had nothing to do with feudalism, I thought it was something wildly avant-garde, with me just too dim to understand what it meant."
"But they understood?"
"Lord Stinhurst, his wife, Francesca Gerrard, and Elizabeth. Decidedly. But I do think, aside from their irritation at the late changes in the script, everyone else was as confused as I was." Lady Helen ran her fingers unconsciously round the top of the boot she still held. "Altogether, I had the impression that the play was supposed to serve a noble purpose that didn't quite come off. A noble purpose for everyone. It was to honour Stinhurst's achievement vis-a-vis the renovated Agincourt, it was to celebrate Joanna Ellacourt's career on the stage, it was to bring Irene Sinclair back into the theatre, it was to get Rhys back into directing a major production in London. Perhaps Joy even intended a part for Jeremy Vinney as well. Someone mentioned that he'd started out as an actor before turning to dramatic criticism, and frankly, other than to continue following the Agincourt story, there doesn't seem to be any other real reason for him to have come to the read-through. So you see," she concluded with an urgency in her voice that she could not hide from him, "it doesn't seem reasonable that any of those people would have murdered Joy, does it?"
St. James smiled at her fondly. "Especially Rhys." His words were exceptionally gentle.
Lady Helen met his eyes, saw the kindness and compassion behind them, felt she couldn't bear it, and looked away. Yet she knew that, above all people, he was the single person who would understand. So she spoke. "Last night with Rhys. It was...the fi rst time in years that I felt so loved, Simon. For what I am, for my faults and my virtues, for my past and my future. I haven't had that with a man since..." She hesitated, then finished what needed to be said. "Since I had it with you. And I never expected to have it again. That was to be my punishment, you see. For what happened between us all those years ago. I deserved it."
St. James shook his head sharply, without reply. After a moment he said, "If you concentrate, Helen, are you certain you heard nothing last night?"
Lady Helen answered his question with one of her own. "The first time you made love to Deborah, what else did you notice besides her?"
"You're right, of course. The house could have burned to the ground for all I would have known. Or cared, for that matter." He got to his feet, hung his coat back on the peg, and held out his hand for hers. When she gave it to him, his brow furrowed. "My God, what have you done to yourself?" he asked.