My eyes widened. ‘There mustn’t be a word of that at the hearing. What did the neighbours say?’
‘There’s a young couple in the room below Michael’s. They didn’t see him much, just heard him on the stairs, sometimes pacing in his room. The night he died they were woken by a crash. The husband went upstairs but couldn’t get an answer, so he called the constable. He barged the door open and found Michael swinging from the roof-beam. Michael had cut a strip from the bedsheet and made a noose, then stood on a chair and kicked it away. That was what made the bang.’ Barak leaned forward, animated now. ‘I asked the young couple if they heard any footsteps going up or down the stairs. They didn’t, but the room’s only one storey up. And the constable said the window was open.’
‘It’s summer, that’s no surprise.’
‘I’m just saying someone could have got in while Michael was asleep, strangled him, then strung him up.’ Barak smiled, his old conspiratorial smile. ‘We can get into the room tomorrow if you like, take a look. It hasn’t been let. The constable left the key with the young couple. I told them I might be back with someone.’
‘I’ll think about it. What about that vicar?’
‘He’s still at the same church, St Evelyn’s in Fall Lane. Master Broughton. He wasn’t there, the verger said to come back tomorrow at eleven.’
I smiled. ‘Well done. We might have a witness after all. And we need one.’ I told him about my visit to the Court of Wards. ‘You got off lightly if you only had to pay out some some beer money. It cost me three shillings in good silver to get Mylling’s help. We’ll go and see the vicar tomorrow. And, yes, I’ll have a look at Michael’s lodging. Though his mother said the note was definitely in his hand.’ I frowned. ‘I wonder if whatever he found in Hampshire might have sent him out of his wits.’
The voices of the gang beyond the partition had grown louder, and now I heard Coldiron’s voice, a grating shout. ‘Men nowadays are too womanly! Sleeping out’s all right! Get some branches and put blankets over them and you’re as snug as a pig!’
‘I’d rather huggle with my pretty *!’
Coldiron shouted above the laughter. ‘Plenty of * in the army! Camp followers! Dirty girls, but they know what they’re doing! Come lads, who’s going to get me another drink?’
‘You made a bad choice there,’ Barak said.
‘I know. I’m going to get rid of him as soon as I can find someone else.’
Barak drained his mug. ‘D’you want another beer? Don’t worry, this’ll be my last.’
‘All right. But don’t catch Coldiron’s eye.’
While Barak fetched the drinks I sat thinking. When he returned I said, ‘I found out something about Ellen at the Court of Wards. She has never been registered as a lunatic.’
‘Then how did she get to the Bedlam?’
‘That’s what I intend to find out. Someone has been paying. Warden Metwys is in it, he has to be. And all the Bedlam wardens back nineteen years. The wardenship is an office of profit, sold to courtiers.’
Barak said, ‘You’ll end up more involved with her than ever.’
I shook my head. ‘I won’t. I can’t.’
‘Look, at the moment Ellen’s got somewhere to live, a job of sorts. If you delve into family secrets, whoever’s been paying the Bedlam might stop. Then the warden might kick her out. Where does she go then – your house?’
I sighed, for he spoke sense. ‘I’ll move quietly, carefully. But if I go to Portsmouth I can’t miss the chance to find out what happened at Rolfswood.’
‘Do you think you will?’
‘If the case is allowed to go ahead next Monday, probably. Listen, tomorrow I will go and see Alderman Carver about this mess you’ve got yourself into. He owes me a favour. Then we can visit this vicar, see what he knows about the Curteys family. Bess will have to attend the hearing on Monday, by the way. I’m seeing her on Saturday. I don’t want her to know about Michael giving those corner boys looks. If he did.’
‘Maybe they decided to kill him.’
‘For giving them looks? Don’t be silly.’
‘What if we don’t come up with anything against Hobbey from the vicar?’
‘Then it’s more difficult. I’ll have to rely on the severity of Michael’s allegations and throw in the fact the wardship was put through very hurriedly. If need be I will say the Hobbey family need to answer interrogatories. If the court agrees, I’ll probably have to go down to Hampshire and take them myself. I’ll see Dyrick after we’ve found out whether there is any useful witness evidence.’
‘You’ll need someone with you if you go. This could be a dirty business. Ellen’s matter too.’