2 A Season Of Knives: A Sir Robert Carey Mystery - Plot & Excerpts
‘It is. There’s rarely any need to murder your husband if ye’ve any men in your family at all.’Carey coughed. It wasn’t what he had meant.‘But…’ Janet was sticking her finger under his nose which annoyed him. ‘But in your ain marriage bed so the blood gets all over the sheets and the blankets ye’ve woven, and the bed-hangings the price they are—no, never. In the jakes, perhaps, with a lance; or poison in his food; or get him drunk and put a pillow over his head…But cut his throat in the bedroom? It’s a man did that, because he wouldnae think of the washing after.’She finished triumphantly, removed the offensive finger and folded her arms again.‘Mrs Dodd,’ said Carey allowing a little of his annoyance to show through in his voice. ‘Please be seated.’She sat, not abashed.‘Did you know Sir Richard Lowther thinks the same as you?’ Carey asked.She was stunned. ‘Does he now?’‘He does. Mainly because he prefers to believe my servant Barnabus did it.’ Or so he says, Carey thought, struck anew by an old suspicion.‘Oh.’ Her thoughts were plain to be read on her face and typically she gave voice to them.
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