‘Why didn’t you think it was Pilgrim?’

‘I wondered if it was Pilgrim, of course. After we had checked all the alibis, it seemed to me that Pilgrim and Valmai Seacliff were by far the most likely. I even wondered if Pilgrim had drugged Seacliff with aspirin instead of Seacliff drugging Pilgrim—until she lied about her cut hand, her horsemanship and the address of the warehouse. On top of that there was the glove and the smell of the raincoat. She said she had taken the aspirins Pilgrim gave her. We found that she hadn’t. We found that she had aspirins of her own in the evening bag she had taken to Boxover. Why should she pretend she had none? And why, after all, should Pilgrim kill Garcia? He had paid Sonia off, but as far as we know, Garcia had kept out of the picture where Pilgrim was concerned. Garcia was tackling Valmai Seacliff, not Pilgrim. No, the weight of evidence was against her. She lied where an innocent woman would not have lied. And—I’m finishing up where I began—I think that an innocent person would not have pressed Sonia down upon the point of that knife after she had cried out. She would not have disregarded that first convulsive start. She murdered Sonia, knowing the knife was there, as deliberately as she murdered Garcia.’

‘Will they find her guilty?’

‘I don’t know, Troy. Her behaviour when we arrested her was pretty damning. She turned on Pilgrim like a wild cat because he kept saying he’d swear she’d never worn the coat. If he’d said she had often worn it, half our case would have gone up in smoke.’

Alleyn was silent for a moment, and then knelt down on the rug beside Troy.

‘Has this all made a great difference to you?’ he said. ‘Is it going to take you a long time to put it behind you?’

‘I don’t know. It’s been a bit of a shock for all of us.’

‘For Pilgrim—yes. The others will be dining out on it in no time. Not you.’

‘I think I’m sort of stunned. It’s not that I liked any of them much. It’s just the feeling of all the vindictiveness in the house. It’s so disquieting to remember what Seacliff’s thoughts must have been during the last week. I almost feel I ought to have a priest in with bell and book to purify the house. And now—the thought of the trial is unspeakably shocking. I don’t know where—I am—’

She turned helplessly towards Alleyn and in a moment she was in his arms.

‘No, no,’ said Troy. ‘I mustn’t. You mustn’t think—’

‘I know.’ Alleyn held her strongly. He could feel her heart beating secretly against his own. Everything about him, the trees, the ground beneath him, and the clouds in the still autumn sky, rose like bright images in his mind and vanished in a wave of exultation. He was alone in the world with her. And with that moment of supremacy before him came the full assurance that he must not take it. He knew quite certainly that he must not take it. He knew quite certainly that he must let his moment go by. He heard Troy’s voice and bent his head down.