man on trial?”
“Aye. That I do remember. It was Tyson. Lieutenant Matt Tyson.”
Sebastian released his hold on the man’s ragged coat and took a step back. “When you told me you saw me coming out of ‘his house,’ whose house did you mean?”
Foy grabbed his battered hat as it started to slide down the wall. “That diamond merchant what lived in Fountain Lane. Can’t remember his name now.”
“Eisler?”
Foy carefully replaced the hat on his head. “Aye, that was it. Daniel Eisler.”
“Why were you watching his house?”
“He had something that belonged to me.”
“What?”
The man’s thin chest shuddered with his silent laughter. “What you think?” He leaned forward as if whispering a secret, his breath foul. “Diamonds.”
“Eisler had your diamonds?”
“He did.”
“How did he get them?”
“Somebody sold them to him.”
“Define ‘somebody.’”
“Never give me my share, he didn’t.”
“Who? Who never gave you your share?”
“I can’t remember.”
Sebastian studied the man’s skeletally thin face, the gaunt, beard-stubbled cheeks, and rainwater gray eyes lit by an unearthly gleam. And he found himself wondering not for the first time just how much of the man’s madness was real and how much was put on for effect. “You say you were watching Eisler’s house on Monday?”
“I was.”
“Eisler was dead by then.”
“I know that.”
“Were you watching the house the evening before?”
“I was.”
“Did you see who came in and out that evening?”
“I did.”
“Tell me what you saw.”
“Why should I?”
Sebastian took a menacing step toward him again.
Foy threw up his hands and skittered sideways along the wall. “All right, all right!”
“Who did you see?” Sebastian demanded.
Foy’s tongue flicked out to wet his dry, cracked lips. “Well, first there was this gentleman.”
“Who?”
“How would I know? Never seen him before.”
“How old?”
Foy shrugged. “Forty? Fifty? Hard to tell sometimes, ain’t it?”
“What did he look like?”
“You think I can remember?”
“Tall? Thin? Short? Fat?”
A frown contorted the man’s face. “Tallish. I think. Dressed dapper. I told you, I don’t exactly remember. I didn’t pay him no mind. Why would I?”
“How long did he stay?”
“Not long. Ten minutes. Maybe less.”
“What time was this?”
“’Bout the time it was gettin’ dark, I reckon. I didn’t see him too good.”
Sebastian tamped down a welling of frustration. “Who else did you see?”
Foy screwed up his face again in thought. “I think the doxy came next.”
“A woman? When did she come?”
“Maybe an hour later.”
“Do you remember what she looked like?”
Foy shook his head. “It were dark by then. Can’t nobody see in the dark.”
“How did she arrive?”
“Some gentleman brung her in a hackney. He waited in the carriage while she got down and went into the house. Then he drove off. And I didn’t see him, so there ain’t no use in asking me what he looked like.”
“If you didn’t see him, then how did you know he was a gentleman?”
“Because I seen his outline in the window when he leaned forward. He had a dapper hat on.”
“His hat? You know he was a gentleman by the silhouette of his hat?”
“Aye. He had one of them folding, two-corner jobs, like what the gentry wears to the opera.”
“You mean, a chapeau bras?”
“You think I know what they’re called?”
“And then what happened?”
Foy twitched one thin, ragged shoulder. “I dunno. I left not too long after that.”
“You didn’t see the woman come out again?”
“No.”
“Did you see anyone else hanging around while you were watching the house?”
“No. It’s nearly all warehouses and storerooms down there now; have you noticed?” A tic had started up to the left of the man’s mouth, the grainy, filth-encrusted skin twitching in tiny, uncontrollable spasms.
Sebastian said, “I think you’re holding back on me, Foy. There’s something you’re not telling me.”
Foy stared at him with vacant, rheumy eyes.
It might have been impossible to tell how much of the man’s madness was feigned, how much was acquired, and how much had always been there, but Sebastian did not make the mistake of believing the ex-soldier harmless. Madness was always dangerous, especially when coupled with brutal self-interest. Yet he suspected that Foy was outclassed in perhaps all but evil by those into whose orbit he had now drifted.
Sebastian said, “I don’t know how much of what you’re telling me is true, and how much is sheer, unadulterated balderdash—”
“That’s a right hurtful thing to say, it is.”
“—but I think you’ve stumbled into something you don’t understand here. Something that could get you killed.”
Foy grinned, opened his eyes wide, and pursed his lips to push his breath out in a mocking sound. “Ooo-ooo. Think I should be scared, do you? I’m missing a chunk of my skull