thought he was scared, sir. Then he came in, in a hurry, like, took his horse and said he was off to Bristol to see his cousin.â
âIf he should return, please ask him to come and see me.â Daniel gave her one of his cards.
âYes, sir, of course.â Mrs Bailey smiled as Daniel slipped a coin into her hand. âI expect it is just restless feetâyou know how young men are, sir.â
Daniel agreed he did and left her. His enquiries in the village so far had been of some help, though he was troubled by what he had discovered. Marcus had certainly been at the inn for two hours on the afternoon of his death. The landlord said he was in a bad mood, and that he sat talking to a gentleman in the corner for an hour or more before the stranger left.
âDid you know the man?â Daniel asked.
âNo, sir. He was not localâbut a gentleman, I would say. A surly cove. When one of my serving wenches went over to the table and asked if they wanted more wine he told her to stay away, for their talk was private.â
âIs the girl here, landlord?â
âNo, sir, moreâs the pity. Molly was a good worker. She went off the day after your cousin was killedâandnever even told her mother where she was going. Sheâs not the first, but I didnât think Molly was the flighty sort. There have been others go off, some would say gone missing, but I reckon they went to London to make their fortuneâif you understand me. Still, Molly were a quiet girl and I thought she had a local lad.â
âIf you should hear anything you think might interest me, please send me word.â Daniel gave him his calling card and two guineas for his trouble.
âYes, sir. I will let you know if Molly comes back.â The landlord was thoughtful for a moment. âDoes the name Cheadle mean anything to you, sir?â
âYes, it doesâwhy?â Danielâs gaze narrowed intently.
âThe name was mentioned between them, sir. Molly heard them arguingâand your cousin said, âI canât ask Cheadle to wait for ever.â The other man said, âCheadle is dangerous. If you cross him, you may regret it, but he is a poodle compared to you know whoâ¦â I donât know if that is useful, sir?â
âIt may be,â Daniel said and frowned as he nodded to the landlord and gave him another guinea. âThank you. Please contact me if you remember more.â
âYou may be certain I shall, sir.â The landlord pocketed the money and smiled to himself.
There Daniel had left his investigations for the moment. He thought he might have to employ the services of an investigative agent to search for Molly and Jed Bailey. It was strange that two young people had gone off without a wordâunless they had run off together?
His thoughts were busy after his brief meeting with Miss Eliza Bancroft. The pieces had been all jumbled up at the start, but they seemed to be coming togetherin his mind. He was reaching for something, but was not quite there.
He was determined to discover more about his cousinâs death, because he was almost certain now that Marcus had been murdered. The horse had been left outside the inn for some time and it was perfectly possible that someone had tampered with the saddle while it was there.
So the opportunity was obvious, and the likely suspect the man Marcus had been arguing with in the innâbut where was the motive?
It was after meeting Miss Bancroft that Daniel suddenly remembered that both his uncle and the landlord had spoken of other young local women going missing. Could the disappearance of these girls and his cousinâs death be linked? It hardly seemed likely and yet Marcus had hinted at something dark and sinister in his letter.
It would bear investigation, even though the truth might be hard to swallow. Drinking, gambling and tumbling the local girls were things that many young gentlemen indulged
Elizabeth Amelia Barrington