Snare of Serpents (21 page)

I held my breath. There was a long pause. Then I heard a clear voice say: “Not Proven.”

There was a hush in the court. I saw Ninian’s face. For a moment an expression of anger touched it; then he turned to me, smiling.

The Lord Justice Clerk was talking to me, telling me I was dismissed from the bar.

I was free—free to carry with me as long as I lived the stigma of Not Proven.

Lakemere

At the Vicarage

I LAY IN MY OWN BED. The house seemed wrapped in an obtrusive silence—a silence broken only by whispering voices.

“They have let her go? But is she guilty? Her innocence was not proven.”

Those words seemed to go on and on in my mind. I could hear the foreman of the jury. I had so desperately wanted him to say “Not Guilty” and he had said “Not Proven.”

“The case is over. You are free.” That was Zillah, exultant.

But I knew I should never be free. Not Proven. Those words would come back again and again over the years. People would remember.

“Davina Glentyre,” they would say. “Haven’t I heard that name somewhere? Oh yes … she was the girl who murdered her father. Or did she? It was Not Proven.”

What a cruel verdict! A stigma to carry through one’s life.

Zillah had said: “I am going to put you straight to bed and you are going to stay there for a while. You’ve been through a terrible ordeal. It’s been a great shock. More than you realise. But you are going to be all right. I’m going to look after you.”

I was not really listening. I was still in the courtroom. I could not escape from those pictures which kept crowding into my mind. I could hear Ninian Grainger’s voice—vehement, tender, angry, sentimental, pleading to the jury’s good sense and humanity. He had been magnificent and I believed I owed my life to him … to him and Zillah, of course. When it was over he had held my hand briefly while the triumph shone in his eyes.

Of course, I represented success to him, for if he had not gained the verdict he wanted, he was halfway there. The case had been black against me and at one stage a conviction of murder seemed almost certain, but he had averted that—with Zillah’s help, and we must think ourselves fortunate that the verdict was Not Proven. I was a feather in his cap, a big step towards promotion; a case which had seemed hopeless and if it had not exactly been won, had been as successful as it possibly could have been in the circumstances.

I was glad to be alone. I did not want to have to face the rest of the household. They would be tactful, but I should read their thoughts.

“Did she do it?” they would be asking. “Who could be sure? But they let her go because it was Not Proven.”

Not Proven! Not Proven! It was like the tolling of a funeral bell.

Z
ILLAH HAD BROUGHT ME HOME.
She had had the carriage, with Hamish Vosper, waiting for us.

“I knew it was going to be all right,” she said. “And I wanted to hustle you away from that place as soon as I could.”

We sat side by side, close. She held my hand, every now and then pressing it reassuringly and murmuring soothing words. “It’ll be all right. I’m here to look after you, dear.”

Everything seemed strange and unreal. Even the street seemed different.

“Don’t take the carriage to the front, Hamish,” I heard Zillah say. “Go straight to the mews. There might be people hanging about in the street.”

Yes, I thought. Come to see the peep show, to take a look at the young woman who might have been condemned to a murderer’s death. Who was to say whether she deserved it? Her innocence was not proved; it was a murder which was Not Proven.

There would be people like that always. They would be there to stare at me. They would remember. It was not proved against me but …

“Right you are,” said Hamish jauntily. “Mews it is.”

Then I was getting out of the carriage and entering the house by the back door. Mr. and Mrs. Kirkwell were embarrassed. How do people greet a member of the household who has just been on trial for murder and has come home because the case was Not Proven?

Mrs. Kirkwell managed: “Nice to see you back, Miss Davina.”

Mr. Kirkwell nodded and Jenny and Bess just stared at me. I was a different person to them all.

Zillah took charge.

“Now, dear, we’re going to get you to your room right away. I’ll get something sent up. You need to eat a bit … and you need rest. You’ve got to get your strength back. I’m going to see you’re all right.”

In my room she shut the door and faced me.

“It’s hard at first,” she said and repeated once more: “but it will be all right.”

“They don’t know what to say to me. They think I did it, Zillah.”

“Of course they don’t. They just don’t know how to express their feelings. They’re as pleased as dogs with two tails, because you’re back and the miserable business is over.”

How long those days seemed! I did not want to emerge from my room. I could not face the ordeal of seeing people and reading their thoughts. Zillah was often with me. She brought my food and sat and chatted while I ate it.

“Talk about it if you like,” she said. “It might help. I always knew you were innocent. I wish they’d given the proper verdict. Ought to have been clear to that pompous old judge and the stupid jury that you couldn’t have hurt a fly.”

Zillah had changed subtly. I fancied she was not keeping such a curb on herself. Her conversation was a little more racy, the red of her lips was brighter, her cheeks more coral-tinted. There was an air of something like triumph about her.

Occasionally she spoke of my father and when she did a mask of melancholy would slip over her face.

“He was such an old darling … always so good to me. He used to say he had never been so happy in his life as he was with me.”

I could not help myself saying rather sharply: “He was very happy with my mother. He loved her.”

“Of course he did, dear. That was different. And she’d gone and he was just reaching for a bit of comfort. He found me … and at his time of life. Oh well, I know men. It’s just that he never expected to find all that again … and that something extra … if you know what I mean. It’s a consolation to me that I was able to do so much for him. Not that he didn’t do a lot for me.”

“He seemed to change so much. He was quite different from what he had ever been before.”

“He used to say I’d made him young again. That was nice. But it was wanting to be young that made him take that horrible stuff.”

I shivered.

“We won’t talk of it, dear,” she said. “But when I think of how I found that bit of screwed-up paper, I can’t help saying ‘What luck!’ That did the trick. Got you off. Put you in the clear.”

“Not Proven,” I murmured.

“Never mind that. You’re here. You’re free. The case is over. They can’t bring it up again.”

But I thought: I shall never be free because the verdict was Not Proven.

I
WENT SHOPPING
with Zillah. Hamish Vosper drove us. I found him looking at me almost conspiratorially. He was jaunty and I fancied a little more familiar. I preferred the embarrassment of the other servants.

I wrote to Lilias. I could tell her more easily than anyone else how I was feeling. She had suffered a similar tragedy—not so serious, of course; but it had been momentous to her, and the case against her had been hastily judged and she had been branded Guilty.

I was comforted by a letter in reply to mine.

My dear, dear Davina,

I feel so much for you. I have read about the case in the papers, of course, and have been with you in spirit all through the trial. How I wish I could have been there in fact. When I heard the verdict I was overcome by relief. I wish it could have been more certain, but at least you are free now
.

I have tried to picture what it must have been like in the house with your father’s second wife. The papers imply that her evidence changed the course of the case. She seemed to be a kind person and very attractive—according to the press.

It is so long since we met. I can guess what a turmoil you must be in, and it has occurred to me that you might like to get away. You could come to stay here for a while … if that appealed to you. We should be able to talk and be together. The vicarage is roomy, so there would be no trouble on that score. But don’t expect the same degree of comfort that you get at home. What I can offer you is the comfort of my love and sympathy … and belief in your innocence. Think about it. There’s no hurry. Just when you are ready, write and tell me you will be coming.

You are always in my thoughts.

My love to you,

L
ILIAS

What a lovely letter! I wept a little over it and read it again and again.

I did think about her suggestion. To get away from this
house where it had happened would be good for me. In the secluded atmosphere of the vicarage I could talk to Lilias of the future, for I was realising that I could not go on in this state forever. I had to go forward. I needed to talk with someone who knew me well. I wanted advice, and who better than Lilias to give me that?

I mentioned the invitation to Zillah.

“I think it is a good idea,” she said. “You like Lilias, don’t you? You get on well with her. Typical governess, your father said she was … until she was overcome by temptation.”

“She never was tempted,” I cried indignantly. “It was all a terrible mistake. She was innocent.”

“I was just telling you what your father said. Poor girl. She might have been worried about money. They have a hard time of it, governesses. I can understand the temptation. After all, I’ve been a governess myself.”

“Zillah, Lilias did not steal. She had nothing to do with the wretched pearls. I’m sure of it.”

“Oh well, you’d know. You were here with her. But your father seemed to think …”

I felt exasperated and was about to make a further protestation, but Zillah held up her hand.

“All right. I’m sure you’d know best. After all, she was special for you, wasn’t she? You’re sweet and I love you—honest I do. There are some stepmothers who’d say you oughtn’t to go to someone who’s under suspicion …”

“I’m under suspicion, Zillah.”

“Well then, there you are. I think it would be good for you to go.” She put her arm round me. “I can see you really want to … and therefore I think you should. That’s settled then. You write to her and tell her you’ll go. I agree it would do you a world of good to get away from here for a bit.”

“Zillah, I do assure you that Lilias is quite incapable of stealing anything.”

“Of course. I don’t doubt it for a moment. You go. It’ll be nice for you and that’s what concerns me. By the way, there’s something I’ve got to tell you. I’ve been trying to say it for some days. It’s about your father and … er … money. He
was most anxious to provide for me and … he’s left me everything … almost. This house … bonds … and things like that. Poor darling, he said he was so grateful to me. He was going to cut you right out. He said if you’d married Alastair McCrae you would have been well taken care of, and if you went to Jamie, well then … he would certainly have cut you right out. I told him that wasn’t right. I said if he didn’t leave something to you I couldn’t take it. I worked on him and, well, I made him see my point. He has left you something. The solicitor reckons it would bring you in about four hundred pounds a year. I feel awful about it. All the rest comes to me.”