He reddened, then suddenly changed the subject. 'Brother Guy said the novice had four visitors?'
'Yes, and they are also the four senior officers who knew Singleton's purpose here — them and Brother Guy.'
'But it was Brother Guy who told you Simon was poisoned.'
'All the same, I must be wary of taking him entirely into my confidence.' I held up my hand. 'Now, these accounts. You are used to monastic accounts from Augmentations?'
'Of course, I was often set to audit them.'
'Good. Then look through these and tell me if anything strikes you. Any items of expenditure that seem too high, or do not tally. First, though, lock the door. God's death, I am becoming as nervous as old Goodhaps.'
We set to work. It was a dull task. Double-entry accounts, with their endless balances, are harder to follow than simple lists if one is not a figurer by trade, but so far as I could tell there was nothing unusual in the books. The monastery's revenues from its lands and the beer monopoly were substantial; low expenditure on alms and wages was balanced by high spending on food and clothes, especially in the abbot's household. There appeared to be a surplus in hand of some £500, a goodly sum but not unusual, augmented by some recent land sales.
We worked until the bells tolled through the frosty air, announcing dinner. I stood up and paced the room, rubbing my tired eyes. Mark stretched out his arms with a groan.
'It all seems as one would expect. A wealthy house; there is much more money than in the small houses I used to deal with.'
'Yes. There is much gold behind these balances. What could be in this book Singleton had? Perhaps everything is too much in order; maybe these figures are for the auditor and the other book shows the true ones. If the bursar is defrauding the Exchequer that is a serious offence.' I banged my book shut. 'Now come, we had better go and join the holy brethren.' I gave him a serious look. 'And make sure we eat only from the common dish.'
We crossed the cloister yard to the refectory, passing monks who bowed low to us. In doing so one slipped and fell, for many feet had passed across the yard now, turning it into a mass of packed slippery snow. As I passed the fountain I saw the stream of water had frozen in mid air, a long spike of ice protruding from the nozzle like a stalagtite.
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Supper was a sombre meal. Brother Jerome was absent, presumably shut up somewhere on the prior's orders. Abbot Fabian mounted the lectern and made a solemn announcement that Novice Whelplay had died from his ague, and there were shocked exclamations and appeals to God's mercy along the tables. I noticed some venomous looks cast at the prior, especially from the three novices, who sat together at the furthest end of the table. I heard one of the monks, a fat fellow with sad rheumy eyes, mutter a curse on those without charity, glaring all the while at Prior Mortimus, who sat looking ahead with a stern, unbending gaze.