A Matter of Magic (22 page)

“Well?” Hunch demanded.

“Two copies,” Mairelon said, more as if he were thinking aloud than as if he were answering Hunch. “Two
identical
copies. Identical right down to the scuffs and scratches. Whoever made these wasn’t working from a description or from drawings.”

“Then he had the real one to copy?” Kim said tentatively.

“I would be willing to bet on it,” Mairelon replied. “So if we find the silversmith, we’ll find the Saltash Platter.”

Hunch snorted. “Sounds to me as if you’re back where you started, Master Richard.”

“Not quite,” Mairelon said, and smiled. “There’s only one person in this area who’s had the platter long enough to make copies. Freddy Meredith.”

“Meredith?”
Kim said incredulously. “You’re bammin’ me! That sapskull?”

“I’ll admit it doesn’t sound likely,” Mairelon conceded. “But who else is there? Bramingham only had the platter for a day or so; he couldn’t have gotten
one
copy made in that time, much less two. None of the other, er, interested parties has even been in Ranton Hill long enough, much less had the platter in his possession.”

“What about that Aberford cove?” Kim objected.

“Well, yes, I suppose he ought to be considered a possibility,” Mairelon said. “But I don’t think he would have tried to burgle Bramingham Place the other night unless he thought the platter there was the real one.”

“Burgle Bramingham Place?” Hunch said. His lips tightened, causing his mustache to wiggle alarmingly. “Master Richard—”

“Yes, I hadn’t forgotten about you,” Mairelon interrupted. He seated himself on top of the chest and looked at Hunch with an air of expectancy. “I assume Shoreham told you something worth hearing, or you wouldn’t have come back so promptly. Let’s have it.”

Hunch rolled his eyes. Kim suppressed an impulse to grin, as much at Mairelon’s tactics as Hunch’s reaction. She wondered how long Mairelon would be able to keep from explaining to Hunch just what he had been doing in his henchman’s absence. She sat down cross-legged on the floor and waited for Hunch to begin.

“ ’Oo do you want to ’ear about first?” Hunch asked.

“Jack Stower, since he has intruded on us so recently.”

“ ’E’s a nasty piece o’ work,” Hunch said. “ ’E lives in St. Giles, far as anyone can tell, thieving and suchlike. Lord Shoreham says ’e ain’t no different from most of the scum as follows ’is profession, and the most interesting thing about ’im is ’is master.”

“Who is Dan Laverham,” Mairelon said. “We’ll have him next, but not before we’re finished with Mr. Stower. Did Shoreham find out when Stower left London?”

“ ’E left the day after we did,” Hunch replied. “Lord Shoreham found someone ’oo was drinking Blue Ruin with ’im the night afore ’e left, and ’e says Stower was mumbling ’ints about some errand ’e was going to do for Mr. Laverham.”

Mairelon looked interested. “Hints? What sort of hints?”

“Mysterious ’ints,” Hunch said. “Lord Shoreham didn’t say no more than that.”

“How like him,” Mairelon murmured. “Very well. What about Mr. Laverham?”

“ ’E’s a bit of a puzzle. ’E lives in the rookery, but ’e dresses and talks like one o’ the
ton.
And ’e went to ’Arrow.”

“Harrow!” Mairelon looked startled. “How did a boy from St. Giles get into a school like that? He
is
from St. Giles?”

“Far as Lord Shoreham knows,” Hunch said, nodding. “As for ’Arrow, somebody paid ’is fees.”

“He’s probably the by-blow of someone with both a conscience and the money to indulge it, then,” Mairelon said thoughtfully. “Unfortunately, the combination is not so unusual that it is instantly apparent who Laverham’s presumed parent is.”

“That’s what Lord Shoreham thought,” Hunch said. “ ’E said ’e’d talk to some of ’is friends in the City and see if one of ’em could track the money, but it ain’t much of a chance.”

“I wonder how well Laverham did at Harrow? They’re strong in Latin and Greek and wizardry, as I recall.”

Kim choked. “You mean Dan Laverham is a
wizard
?”

“If he was educated at Harrow, he ought to know the basics, at least,” Mairelon replied. “Don’t let it trouble you.”

“Easy enough for you to say,” Kim muttered. She didn’t know what a first-class frog maker could do to someone, but half-formed images of the horrible possibilities whirled through her mind. Their very vagueness made them worse than actual knowledge would have been.

“Anything else?” Mairelon asked, turning back to Hunch.

“Mr. Laverham ’as a name in some parts as the man to see if you want something done and you ain’t fussy about ’ow. ’E ain’t never been caught doing nothing wrong, though.”

“That’s Dan, all right,” Kim said in an undertone.

“Yes, thanks to Kim, we probably have more information about Mr. Laverham’s criminal activities than Shoreham does,” Mairelon said. “Did he have anything to say about Marston or Fenton?”

“Mr. Jasper Marston is ’ead over ears in debt,” Hunch told them. “ ’E’s supposed to be rusticating right now, to get away from ’is creditors.”

“And Lady Granleigh has promised to assist him to a rich marriage if he helps her with whatever labyrinthine plans she has set in motion,” Mairelon said.

Hunch looked startled. “ ’Ow do you know that?”

“Kim overheard them talking,” Mairelon said.

“ ’E’s Lady Granleigh’s younger brother, and Lord Shoreham said ’e was a bit of a slow-top,” Hunch resumed. “When ’e ain’t wasting ’is money on cards and ’orses, ’e does what ’is sister tells ’im.”

“That has become fairly evident. Shoreham didn’t mention Marston’s man, Stuggs, did he?”

“No.”

“Ah, well. One can’t have everything, and I didn’t ask.” Mairelon stared pensively at the window for a moment. Then he looked up and said, “I believe that leaves James Fenton.”

Hunch grinned. The unaccustomed expression made him look positively fiendish, and Kim was completely taken aback by the change. Mairelon took one look and came to attention like a skilled sharper sighting a promising dupe.

“Fenton’s the black sheep of ’is family,” Hunch said, still with that disturbing grin. “They’re mostly respectable tradesmen. ’E seemed clever, so they ’ad ’im put into service. ’E started off as a footman.”

“Indeed.” Mairelon’s eyes narrowed. “And what house was he in service to?”

“Lord St. Clair’s,” Hunch said with great satisfaction.

“St. Clair!”

“
And
’e was dismissed the day after the
Colony Queen
left the docks,” Hunch added.

“Huh?” said Kim.

“The
Colony Queen
was the ship Hunch and I took when we, er, fled the country after the Saltash Set was stolen,” Mairelon said. “So Fenton was dismissed right after the theft was blamed solidly on me, was he? I wonder if he knows something about it.”

“Lord Shoreham thought ’e might,” Hunch said. “ ’E also thought you’d be interested in knowing that on the night the Saltash Set was stolen Fenton ’ad some unscheduled free time.”

“Unscheduled? You mean he took French leave?”

“No, ’e ’ad Lord St. Clair’s permission,” Hunch said. “ ’E just wasn’t supposed to ’ave that night off, Lord Shoreham says.”

“Well, if Shoreham says Fenton was supposed to be working that night, he’s probably right,” Mairelon said. “I don’t know how he comes up with these things, but he hasn’t been mistaken once in five years. What has Fenton been doing since he, er, left St. Clair?”

“Mucking about ’ere and there. ’E did a few jobs for some of them ’ousebreakers, but ’e ain’t ’ad no honest work until six weeks ago, when ’e upped and ’ired on at Meredith’s ’ouse.”

“Six weeks,” Mairelon said, frowning. “Time enough for him to find out about the platter and notify St. Clair, if that was why he was here. But if St. Clair let him go—”

“Couldn’t it have been a blind?” Kim said. “That Lord St. Clair, he sounds like a fly cove; maybe he didn’t want any ties to a looby like Fenton. If the two of them nabbed that silver stuff you’re always on about, then—”

Mairelon shook his head. “No, no, I can’t believe St. Clair was involved in the original theft. He’d have to be completely lost to all sense of honor.”

“And I suppose he wasn’t a Captain Sharp if all he did was peach on you to the nabbing culls?” Kim said scornfully.

“It’s not the same thing,” Mairelon said.

“I don’t see why not,” Kim told him. “Anyway, lords aren’t that different from other folks. If they want somethin’ bad enough, they’ll
try to get it however they can, and never mind the right and wrong of it.”

“What a remarkably cynical philosophy to find in one so young,” Mairelon said, staring at Kim.

Kim shrugged, only half understanding. “I’m not that young; I’m rising seventeen, I think. And I don’t see what my age has to do with how people are.”

The muscles in Mairelon’s jaw tensed, and for a moment he looked positively angry. Then he said gently, “It’s not a matter of how people are, Kim; it has to do with how they ought to be. We’ll discuss it some other time, perhaps. Though I still don’t think St. Clair had anything to do with the theft, if only because he’d have kept the Saltash Set for himself instead of splitting it up and selling it. He’d had his eye on it for years; he wouldn’t have given it up easily.”

“Oh,” Kim said, disappointed. “Then we still don’t know who stole it?”

“Don’t look so cast down,” Mairelon said. “We’ll find out eventually. Meanwhile, we have a few other things to take care of.”

“What things?” Hunch asked, squinting suspiciously at his master.

“St. Clair is staying at Bramingham Place,” Mairelon said. “So is Renée D’Auber. And it is evidently no secret that the Saltash Platter—or rather, an exceedingly good copy—was in Henry Bramingham’s possession until the night before last. I doubt very much that all this is merely a coincidence.”

“So?”

“So I want to know how Shoreham’s secret information on the whereabouts of the Saltash Platter managed to reach so many people in so short a time,” Mairelon said. “Also, I’m worried about Renée. She was supposed to meet me at the druids’ hill over an hour and a half ago, but she never arrived. I’m going to Bramingham Place to see if I can find out why.”

“I thought you didn’t want that Lord St. Clair seein’ you,” Kim objected. “Ain’t—isn’t that why you sent me over there yesterday?”

“It is, which is why you’re coming with me. Don’t argue, Hunch; you’ve had a long ride and you should rest. Keep the shotgun handy in case that Stower fellow turns up again. I’ll set up the warding spells when we get back.”

“Now, see ’ere, Master Richard!” Hunch said. “You ain’t a-going to take that girl with you, not if I ’ave anything to say about it. Like as not, she’s working for that Mr. Laverham.”

Kim scowled fiercely at Hunch to hide a sudden, strong inclination to cry. Stower’s accusations hadn’t gone unnoticed, after all, and she had no way of proving that he was wrong. “I ain’t!” she said, but she had little hope of being believed.

“Really, Hunch.” Mairelon’s tone was mild, but Hunch stiffened and sat back, eyeing his master warily. “You forget,” Mairelon went on, “I questioned Kim myself, with the Saltash Bowl to compel her to be truthful. Or do you remember that, and doubt my skill?”

“I’d forgot,” Hunch said, plainly chagrined. “But—”

“No,” Mairelon said in the same mild tone. “No buts. Spell or no spell, Kim has earned the right to be trusted. You owe her an apology.”

“No, he don’t,” Kim said hastily. Hunch looked at her in surprise, and she hurried on, “I’d forgotten about that spell myself. I thought sure you’d take Stower’s gab for truth. I would have. So he don’t owe me nothin’.”

“Doesn’t,” Mairelon said.

“What?” Kim said, momentarily at sea.

“Hunch
doesn’t
owe you
anything.
We’ll leave it at that.”

Hunch nodded, still wearing a faint expression of surprise. Mairelon looked at Kim and added in a severe tone, “You have been doing well with your lessons, but you tend to fall back on cant phrases and poor grammar when you get excited about something. Try to be more careful.”

Kim fought down a desire to laugh in relief. She felt positively lightheaded and didn’t trust herself to say anything, so she simply nodded.

“Good. We’ll be going, then.” Mairelon paused and looked at Hunch, who was chewing on his mustache but wisely refrained from commenting. Mairelon smiled. “I’ll send Kim back if I need you for anything, but I doubt that I will. And perhaps you’d better pack while we’re gone; we might want to move the wagon in case Stower takes it into his head to come back with a friend or two. Assuming, of course, that he
has
a friend or two. Don’t forget the shotgun.”

“I won’t,” said Hunch. “And don’t you forget to watch for that there Stower, neither. ’E might follow you instead of coming back ’ere.”

Mairelon nodded and beckoned to Kim. With some caution, he opened the wagon door, but there was no sign of Jack Stower. “Come along,” Mairelon said to Kim, and started briskly for the road. Kim stared after him for a moment, realizing suddenly that she had let herself in for another two-hour walk out to Bramingham Place and back. Cursing mentally, she ran to catch up.

The walk to Bramingham Place was every bit as long as Kim remembered. To make matters worse, Mairelon decided that Kim needed more practice with her speech lessons and drilled her mercilessly as they hiked along. He stopped only when an approaching rider or cart distracted his attention, but as they saw only three during the entire trip this did not give Kim much respite.

At the edge of the manor grounds, Mairelon turned down a narrow side lane along a tall hedge. Kim followed, relieved by the end of the lessons and equally glad that she would not have to face the long trudge up the formal drive. All those rows of trees and carefully positioned shrubs made her uncomfortable.

“There ought to be a gap along here somewhere,” Mairelon muttered a few minutes later. “I didn’t think it was this far.”

“Maybe they’ve plugged it up since you were here,” Kim said.

Mairelon looked at her, then at the hedge. “You know, I think you may be right. Well, we’ll just have to push our way through, then.”