believe it without any cavil? He might be losing his grip on reality.â
âHm.â
âThen again,â said Lenox, as they strolled onward past a small churchyard, its trees pleasantly orange and red, the whistle of wind in them just audible, âthere is the matter of the call to Chichester. That, at least, is verifiable. Indeed, I think we must verify it for ourselves before we proceed.â
Edmund nodded. He was taking tobacco from a small pouch in his coat pocket as they ambled, and packing it in a pipe with two fingers, face full of thought. âThere are three possibilities, then,â he said. âFirst, that Hadley is mad, or badly mistaken. Second, that one of these things is suspiciousâthe face in the window, sayâand the rest are easily explained, the chalk figure a childâs drawing, the sherry mislaid or stolenâ¦â
âAnd third,â said Lenox, âthat it is all connected, and something very strange indeed is afoot in your little town.â
Edmund smiled. âOur little town, I think you are entitled to say, Charles, given that you have permanently returned. Tell me, is it wrong that I hope for the third possibility to be true?â
âHa! No, of course not. It is exactly always what I hope for, you knowâsecretly.â
As the brothers walked on, talking about poor Hadleyâs troubles, Lenox almost thought he saw a look of peace in Edmundâs faceâthe absence, anyway, of that carefully managed anguish that had drawn it inward for the past five weeks.
They ate a pleasant lunch at the Bell and Horns (Lenox was congratulated on his return to the parts by three different people), and after they had scraped their plates clean of the delicious spongy cake with which they rounded off the meal, and sipped their pint pots of ale down to nothing, they betook themselves to Hadleyâs house.
âAre you sure you can spare the afternoon?â asked Lenox of Edmund on the way. âIâm happy to proceed on my ownâor drop it altogether.â
âThereâs nothing on earth I would rather be doing,â said Edmund. Then, a shadow passing over his brow, he said, âOther than spending time with the boys, obviously.â
âThat goes without saying,â said Lenox, and then added quickly, in the hopes of distraction, âWeâre skipping over the most intriguing question of all, by the way.â
âWhatâs that?â
âHadleyâs collection of gemstones. How much is it actually worth? And how carefully did he look to see that none of them were missing?â
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CHAPTER TEN
Hadleyâs neighbors on Potbelly Lane were an unfortunate combination: useless and extremely talkative. All of them knew Edmund by sight, as their Member of Parliament, and more than one had some issue they thought ought to be brought before the Commonsâthe Land Act, taxes, suffrage, in one instance a missing cat. They all admitted cheerfully that they had seen nothing, not the previous Wednesday nor the previous Thursday.
With one exception. Opposite Hadleyâs small, well-maintained house, which was white with a handsome blue trim, there was a ramshackle place, the remnant of an earlier architectural eraânot a row house, but a gingerbread cottage with smudges of green garden on either side of it.
Here they discovered a retired solicitor named Root. He hadnât seen anyone entering Hadleyâs house on the previous Wednesday or Thursday. Intriguingly, however, he had seen the chalk drawing.
âYou did?â said Lenox.
Root nodded. âYes. I spotted it coming out of my house on Wednesday evening. It was still light out, so probably not after a quarter to seven. Awfully peculiar, you know. I wasnât likely to miss it.â
âCould you draw it for us?â asked Lenox.
âIâm not much of a hand at drawing.â
âEven a rough approximation would help.â
Root
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