'You hid the sword and your bloodied robe in the pond, which you knew to be a safe hiding place as you had used it before to hide that girl's body. Why kill Singleton in such a dramatic way, Brother Gabriel? And why did you kill the girl? Was it jealousy because Brother Alexander befriended her? Your fellow sodomite? And Novice Whelplay too, your other friend. He knew what had become of her, didn't he? But he wouldn't betray you. Not until the end, when he started talking in his illness, so you poisoned him. Since then you have seemed racked with pain, as one in an agony of conscience. It all fits, Brother.'
He stood up and faced me, gripping the back of his chair while he took a couple of long breaths. Mark's hand strayed to his sword.
'You are the king's commissioner,' he said, his voice shaking, 'but you harangue like a cheap lawyer. I have killed nobody.' He began to shout. 'Nobody! A sinner I am, but I have broken none of the king's laws these two years! You may enquire of every soul here, and in the town too if you wish, and you will find nothing! Nothing!' His voice echoed round the church.
'Calm yourself, Brother,' I said in measured tones. 'And answer me civilly.'
'Brother Alexander was neither my friend nor my enemy; he was a foolish, lazy old man. As for poor Simon,' he gave a sigh that was almost a groan, 'yes, he befriended the girl in his first days as a novice, I think they both felt lost and threatened here. I told him he should not be mixing with servants; that it would do him no good. He said she had told him she was being pestered—'
'By whom?'
'He would not say, she had sworn him to silence. It could have been one of half a dozen monks. I said he should not become involved in such things; he should get the girl to tell Brother Guy. He had just been made infirmarian after Alexander died. Of shame,' he added bitterly.
'And then she disappeared.'
A spasm twisted his face. 'Like everyone else I thought she had run away.' He looked at me bleakly, then went on in a new voice, cold and calm. 'Well, Commissioner, I see you have created a theory that gives you a solution. So perhaps now someone will be paid to give false testimony and send me to the gallows. Such things are done these days. I know what happened to Sir Thomas More.'
'No, Brother Gabriel, there will be no false witnesses. I will uncover the evidence I need.' I stepped closer to him. 'Be warned. You are under the gravest suspicion.'
'I am innocent.'
I looked into his face a moment, then stepped back. 'I will not have you arrested now, but for the present you will not leave the monastery precincts. If you attempt to leave that will be taken as an admission of guilt. You understand?'
'I will not leave.'
'Be available to speak to me whenever I require. Come, Mark.'
I got up and strode away, leaving Brother Gabriel amidst his pile of books. Outside the church I struck the stone doorway with my hand.
'I thought I had him.'
'Do you still think him guilty?'
'I don't know. I thought if I confronted him and he was guilty he'd collapse. But,' I shook my head, 'he's hiding something, I know it. He called me a haranguing lawyer and perhaps I am, but if twenty years about the courts have taught me anything it's when a man is concealing things. Come.'
'Where now?'
'The laundry. We can check his story and see this Luke at the same time.'
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The laundry was housed in a large outhouse next to the buttery. Steam issued from ventilator grilles, and I had seen servants going in and out of there with baskets of clothes. I unlatched the heavy wooden door and stepped inside. Mark closed it behind him.
Within it was warm and very dim. At first I could see only a big stone-flagged chamber with baskets and buckets dotted around. Then Mark said, 'Jesu,' and I saw them.
The chamber was full of dogs, a dozen of the great lurchers that had been roaming the yard on our first day, before the snow came. The room stank of their piss. They all rose slowly to their feet and two stepped forward growling, hackles raised and lips flickering back over yellow teeth. Mark slowly unsheathed his sword, and I grasped my staff hard.