Leeman slumped back on the bed. ‘Myldmore,’ he said despairingly. ‘We knew he could not be trusted. That man had been seduced by Mammon.’

‘And had residual doubts about the Royal Supremacy.’

Leeman said, ‘Yes. We could not let him into our secrets. Master Greening was firm on that.’ He shook his head. ‘Greening brought me to the truth, he and the others. God rest him.’

I said, ‘We would like to find his killers. Please help us.’

Leeman lay quietly, thinking. I burned to know all, but I was sure that, as with Myldmore, gentle persuasion was the best tactic, though Leeman seemed a much tougher and more intelligent man. Finally he spoke again, in more subdued tones. ‘You know so much, it will do no harm to tell you the rest. As for me, yes, I was born and raised a gentleman. In Tetbury, in the Cotswolds. It is sheep country, and my father owned many flocks. He had grown fat on the cloth trade, and by his connections he was able to get me a position at court as one of the Queen’s guard.’ He smiled sadly. ‘My father, landowner though he is, at least embraced the new faith, as did I as I grew up. Though the King himself has moved steadily back to the old ways. And would now go further.’

‘Back to Rome, you think?’ Barak fingered his beard thoughtfully.

‘Yes. My father warned me that when I came to London I would see things I would not like, but in order to advance myself I must hold my tongue and wait for better times. Concentrate on advancement, always advancement.’ He clenched a hand into a fist. ‘Towards riches and power, not towards God. That is all that fills the hollow hearts at court. My father could not see that,’ he added sadly. ‘He saw only part of what Christ demands of us. As through a glass, darkly.’ He turned to me. ‘You have seen Whitehall, Master Shardlake?’

‘I have.’

‘It is magnificent, is it not? And still a-building. Getting grander by the day.’

‘Some say the King wishes it to be the greatest palace in Europe.’

Leeman gave a hollow laugh. ‘It is designed to reduce those who come to a state of awe. Every stone speaks of the King’s power and wealth, every stone cries out: “Look, and fear and wonder.” While within,’ he added bitterly, ‘the dirty game is played called kingly craft, wherein no man is safe.’

‘I agree with you,’ I said. ‘Certainly about kingly craft.’