Downstairs they found Beaumont waiting for them in the library together with his butler, Drum, and a nervous little man who was introduced as Doctor Hughes.

Beaumont appeared even shorter and rounder seated behind his vast desk. Tobias noticed that he had a glass in one hand. Half of the contents had already been consumed.

The spirits had clearly had a medicinal effect upon his nerves. He no longer seemed anxious or uncertain. His lordship was once more firmly in command of his household.

In response to Lavinia’s inquiry, Drum informed them that no one employed on the regular household staff matched her description of the blond maid.

Lavinia brandished the cap. “What of this, may I ask?” They all stared at the cap.

“I do not doubt that you did, indeed, see Fullerton with a woman,”

Beaumont said to Lavinia. “One of the village girls, perhaps. In any event, it is obvious that Fullerton had too much to drink, went in search of a willing wench, and found his way to the roof for a bit of dalliance. What happened next was an extremely unfortunate accident.” He glowered at the doctor. “Is that not correct, Doctor Hughes?”

“Indeed.” Hughes cleared his throat and made an attempt to sit a little taller in his chair. “I have examined the body,” he announced gravely. “There is no doubt in my mind that Fullerton was the victim of an accident.”

Tobias swore silently to himself. It was clear that Beaumont had decided to close the door on the subject of Fullerton’s accident as swiftly as possible. He would not welcome any suggestion of murder.

Lavinia’s brows snapped together. “Sir, Mr. March and I suspect that this willing wench, whoever she is, deliberately lured Fullerton up to the roof. We must see if there is anyone who can identify her.”

Beaumont beetled his brows at Drum.

The butler assumed an impassive air. “As his lordship has indicated, the maid was likely one of the village girls taken on temporarily. She no doubt panicked when Lord Fullerton suffered his unfortunate accident and fled the castle before she could be questioned. She certainly had every incentive to disappear. After all, if word spread locally that she had been caught entertaining a gentleman alone on the roof, she would have an extremely difficult task finding other employment in the neighborhood.”

“It is also possible that she is still right here in the castle,” Lavinia said forcefully. “We must assemble the entire staff as well as the guests and question them.”

Beaumont turned red. His mouth opened and closed several times before he finally managed to speak. “Question the guests? Are you mad, Mrs. Lake? You will do no such thing. I forbid it.”

“Sir, we may be talking about a matter of murder.”

“Fullerton was not murdered. It was an accident.”

“We have every reason to think”

“Think what you wish, Mrs. Lake. But this is my house and I will not allow my guests to be inconvenienced any more than they have been already.”

This approach would gain them nothing, Tobias thought. He looked at Beaumont. “You agree that Fullerton was with a woman shortly before he fell but you do not think she had anything to do with his death?”

“The man was in his cups.” Beaumont took a hefty swallow of his brandy and lowered the glass. “He lost his balance. That is the end of the matter. A great tragedy, but certainly not a case of murder.”

It was a pity that Beaumont had recovered from his earlier confusion and had acquired allies in the shape of his butler and the local doctor, Tobias thought. The situation was back under control so far as his lordship was concerned and he had reasserted his authority.

One could hardly blame him for not wanting to acknowledge the scandalous possibility of murder. That sort of gossip could hang around for a very long time.

“Sir,” Tobias said evenly, “allow me to tell you that in my professional opinion there are a number of questions relating to this affair that should be answered. With your permission, I would like to continue my inquiries into the matter.”

“That is quite impossible, March.” Beaumont slapped his palms flat on the desk and surged to his feet. This has gone far enough.

“There has already been entirely too much disruption in the household. Lady Beaumont is extremely overset.”

Lavinia tapped one toe on the carpet. Tobias could see the fulminating expression in her eyes. He tried to signal her but she ignored his silent warning.

“Lady Beaumont’s concerns are quite understandable, sir,” she said briskly, “but as we have just explained, we may well be dealing with a matter of murder. Surely, under the circumstances, a few discreet questions are warranted. They will pose no great inconvenience to your guests.”

“For the last time, I have determined that this is not a matter of murder.” Beaumont bristled. “And I will be the judge of what constitutes an inconvenience to my guests, madam.”

“Sir, I really must insist that you allow us to investigate,” Lavinia said. “I assure you that we have had experience in this sort of thing and.”

Beaumont reacted very much as Tobias had anticipated. His lordship exploded.

“You insist?” Beaumont’s round face turned an unsightly shade of purple. You insist, Mrs. Lake? Who do you think you are, madam?”

Tobias exhaled deeply and prepared himself for the inevitable.

And she had the nerve to accuse him of not being sufficiently diplomatic with clients, he thought.

“It is not your place to insist upon anything in this household,”

Beaumont roared. “Not to put too fine a point on it, madam, but neither you nor Mr. March would even be here tonight were it not for the fact that I was induced to repay an old favor to Lord Vale.”

“I quite understand, sir,” Lavinia said hastily. “Indeed, it was very kind of you to extend the invitation to your house party. I can assure you that Mr. March and I have enjoyed ourselves immensely.

“Everything has been most elegant. Admittedly, my bed chamber is rather small and inadequately furnished, but I suspect that was merely an oversight.”

“What’s this?” Beaumont’s eyes bulged. “Now you wish to complain of the size of your bed chamber?”

“Do not concern yourself, sir. I am certain that it was not your fault that I was removed from a perfectly satisfactory bed chamber on the second floor and sent upstairs to a room that is considerablyless desirable.” She waved that aside. “It will do for the short time we are here. Now, then, regarding our theories about events tonight”

Beaumont gripped the edge of his desk with both pudgy hands and leaned forward in the manner of a bull preparing to charge. “It occurs to me, madam, that as you and March appear to be obsessed with your bizarre theories of foul play, you will doubtless be unable to enjoy the remainder of your stay here.”

“It is kind of you to concern yourself with our pleasure, sir, but there is no need. We shall manage nicely, I’m sure.”

“I don’t see how that will be possible,” Beaumont growled. “Both of you no doubt wish to return to London as soon as possible.”

“No, really”

“Drum will send a maid and a footman to each of your bed chambers first thing in the morning to assist you in your packing. Your carriage will be waiting for you at nine. On second thought, let’s make that eight-thirty. It is a long trip back to Town. I’m sure you’ll want to set out early.”

Lavinia stared at him for a few seconds, mute with shock. And then outrage leaped in her eyes. Her lips parted.

“Excellent suggestion, sir,” Tobias said before Lavinia could speak.

He crossed to her side, clamped a hand around her arm, and drew her toward the door. “Come, Mrs. Lake. We had best go upstairs and see to our travel preparations.”

For a few seconds he thought that she would not follow his lead.