But Rupert hadn’t finished with her yet. Urged on by Sandilands’ attention, he enlarged on his theory. ‘And the lady, according to our information, is not exactly a wearer of the white cockade! Oh, she has no overt affiliations with the red organizations rampant in the country … one would hardly expect it in someone planning a serious coup. But her father is known to be a Bolshevist sympathizer.’ He passed a sheet of paper to Sandilands. ‘We’ve been enquiring. Not much time available to us but we have strong sources among the red brothers … and sisters. I hand you a list we’ve got together of meetings attended, associates and acquaintances established.’
Rupert gave an elegant shudder as Sandilands scanned his offering. ‘And this is the background of the woman, the stranger, whom we allowed to enter the ballroom unsearched, unchallenged … the woman we allowed to juggle with the prince’s plate.’ His voice expressed disgust and anger in equal measure. ‘I’m only surprised we didn’t issue her with the latest dinky little pistol to hide in her garter. I’m sure she’s an excellent shot too.’
A horrified silence descended on the group.
Sandilands’ tone, when he began to speak, was, in contrast, light and controlled: ‘You forget to add to your list of notable accomplishments that the constable is also an adept at the dark arts of eastern combat, Fanshawe. I’ve seen her break a fellow’s nose by smashing his head against a station platform. She could have snapped the royal neck at any moment as easily as you or I had she been murderously inclined. But what about an Irish connection? Anything known to Miss Wentworth’s detriment on this score?’
‘I have to say that we could find no trace of Irish connections,’ Rupert admitted resentfully.
‘I’m sure you tried your hardest,’ Sandilands said. ‘I’m wondering why you held off from escorting Miss Wentworth from the premises and throwing her into the deepest dungeon, Rupert. Help us to understand why you didn’t react.’
‘It was swiftly done and I was on the other side of the room, waiting for Connie Beauclerk to decide between duck and grouse. By the time I got to them, the prince had already made inroads into his food. A difficult moment. I observed that Miss Wentworth was not attempting to eat her own and this she would surely have done — as cover — had she secured for herself an unadulterated sample. Confusing, I think you’ll agree?’ He looked round the table for support but was met on all sides by the hard stares of men each of whom thought he would have reacted with more panache. ‘Well, before I could decide on the action I should take, along comes the wretched, interfering Gustavus, shoving his oar in. So the moment passed. I let it go. But I watched her, and the plates, carefully.’
Around the table air was sucked in through gritted teeth at this admission. Eyes were averted, heads lowered, as they considered the catalogue of negligence. The swift fall of the axe was deserved and awaited.
‘Mmm … Let’s be clear. You sat watching the prince — our prince — eating from a plate you suspected might have been tampered with. I wonder at what point you would have advised him to put down his fork? Before or after the death rattle? I think, as well as indecision, you must have been suffering some puzzlement, Fanshawe.’ Sandilands’ voice was a tormenting drawl. ‘As the evening proceeded His Royal Highness did not fall dead, frothing at the mouth. He continued to chat and called for his pavlova pudding.’
He paused, deep in thought. No one dared interrupt. ‘I offer you an alternative scenario. The food may well have been untainted. Heat — as the good doctor told us — vaporizes the poison and renders cooked food containing it harmless. So we would be looking at the uncooked dishes — caviar for example. No other caviar eater succumbed. Isit not possible that the poison — if poison it was — was not administered by plate at all, but by the far less chancy route of the wine glass?