The Case of the Mysterious Slasher ~ Section I

By Evangeline

Section I, Next Section

Prologue

Posted on Monday, 12 July 1999

Elizabeth Bennet was one of those girls who was described as independent and brassy. She shocked her family and acquaintances by gaining admittance to the prestigious Oxford University when she was eighteen. She then proceeded to graduate with much fanfare and then took a job with Scotland Yard. All of this was achieved with much difficulty. Elizabeth had used her father, Mr. Bennet's, influence to do most of this, but she had played the game fairly. No one could accuse her of riding her father's coat tails, at least, not to her face.

Elizabeth was grudgingly accepting into the Yard and with much surprise proved herself on the beat. Now nearly three years later, she was the best detective at the Yard. Her father was very proud of her for going against immeasurable odds. Her mother, on the other hand, was very disapproving. It was shocking that she would have a daughter who did a man's job. Elizabeth always gritted her teeth when her mother launched into these tirades on her behavior. Her sisters did not care a jot about what she did. Mary had expressed slight disapproval, but was quickly silence by their father. Jane, her eldest sister, was as accepting as always. And in the end, Elizabeth was very happy with her line of work and if it meant being snubbed by uppity matrons, then so be it.

Chapter One

Longbourn, The Bennets Estate Outside Meryton
The Fall of 1885

Elizabeth carefully surveyed the newspaper that morning at breakfast. She had managed to ignore her mother's stares as she perused the small black lines. The headline of the London paper read "Killer On The Loose: Police Baffled By String of Gruesome Murders!" She read the article with growing interest, despite its vivid details. Two rather well-to-do women were attacked when their carriage came to a halt in front of their house. One woman was knocked unconscious before she could call for help or see her attacker's face. The other was kidnapped and her body was found in a gutter later that night, her throat cut. The unconscious woman came to and cried out for help. When a servant heard her cries, he came to her aid. He found the carriage driver slumped in the seat, a knife protruding from his back.

Elizabeth looked up, seriously puzzled at the nature of these events. Who would attack two women right in front of their home? The attacker must have been drunk or just plain audacious! Her musings were interrupted by her father's voice. "Is there anything amiss, my dear? "

Elizabeth briefly told the table the story, omitting the gory details. Mrs. Bennet still made nervous noises and flapped about as if she were a chicken being led to slaughter.

"Lizzie, do not go on! I can not abide you telling such news at the breakfast table!"

"Would you rather her tell it at the supper table?" Mr. Bennet asked in an amused voice.

"Do not vex me, Mr. Bennet! Have some compassion on my nerves!" Mr. Bennet just smiled rakishly as his wife quickly departed the room. Jane dutifully stood to flow and comfort her. Mary left to continue practicing her songs, Lydia and Kitty had plans to go into Meryton. Soon the table was vacated and only Mr. Bennet and Elizabeth sat at its chairs.

"Do you think the Yard will call you in? "

"I really can not guess. As you know, there are many who oppose me."

"But Lord Arlington does not, and he is the chief-in-charge."

"It is only because he is Scottish. He is very liberal for this day in age. But he does have to consider the lords who are sponsoring the Yard."

Mr. Bennet grunted and returned to his own newspaper. Elizabeth thoughtfully sipped her tea. Hill, their housekeeper entered, holding a missive in her hand.

"Miss Elizabeth, this post just come for you. It was delivered by an express courier.

"Thank you, Hill," Elizabeth said quietly and tore into the missive. It was just as she expected. "I have received my summons," Elizabeth said with a smile.

Mr. Bennet looked up, reached across the table, and took his daughter's hand. "Please be careful, Lizzie. This man sounds like he is of the dangerous sort." Elizabeth smiled at his words. The dangerous sort, indeed! Lizzie rose and kissed her father's balding head. "Now run along and pack my dear. I will have the carriage brought around. "

Chapter Two, Part One

Posted on Wednesday, 14 July 1999

London

Elizabeth arrived in London the next evening. Upon settling her things at her Uncle Gardiner's home, Lizzie immediately reported to the Yard. Lord Arlington was anxiously awaiting her.

"Miss Bennet! We are in desperate need of your sleuthing abilities."

"Well, I'm sure you are, my lord, but can you speak for the rest of the Yard?" Elizabeth delivered this with a smile intact.

Lord Arlington looked as if he could not decide whether she was in jest or not. Moving to the point, he said, "I am sure you have read about the 'mysterious slasher' as the populace now knows him." Elizabeth nodded her head in the affirmative. "I sent Matthews and Jordan to trail the man and they have come up empty-handed." Elizabeth barely concealed a look of disdain. Detective Matthews was one of her worst critics and was a terrible hypocrite. He actually accused her of using her father's influence to gain her position. He himself, was the son of Lady Catherine de Bourgh, and the Viscount Matthews. No one ever accused HIM of using his influence.

"Miss Bennet! Are you listening?" Lord Arlington barked.

"Yes, my lord, you were speaking of Matthews failure." She replied simply.

"Yes.... Well you are to have help in this case...."

Chapter Two, Part Two

Posted on Friday, 16 July 1999

London, England

" You are to have help this time. " Lord Arlington told Lizzie patiently and extracted a folder from his desk.

" Help! " Elizabeth squeaked, and then regained her composure. " Has my work been unsatisfactory of late? " She asked in a voice devoid of emotion.

" No, no, Miss Bennet. It's just that....how to put this delicately. You are a woman, Miss Bennet. " Lord Arlington said, his usually florid face turning a darker shade of red.

" A fact that I am all too aware of, my lord. " Elizabeth replied, her voice holding no humour.

" Ah...yes. " He said and then continued. " It's just that this is no ordinary case, Miss Bennet. You have been successful at cases in involving petty thievery, arson....and the like. This, however, is a murder case. A multiple murder case. This madman seems to target women, and I will not sacrifice you to him! G*D knows that I have suffered enough for putting you on the force in the first place. " Elizabeth's face fell. " I have never regretted sticking out my neck for your position. You may have tried me in some areas, but your success rate had been much higher. " Lord Arlington explained kindly.

Elizabeth felt immediately lighter. " So who is to be my partner? " Please don't be Matthews.... She thought.

" You are not likely to know him. He is from Derbyshire, he owns quite a bit property there. He is also one of the best correspondents the Yard has. A Inspector Fitzwilliam Darcy.... "

Chapter Three, Part One

The London Road

Inspector Fitzwilliam Darcy impatiently endured the irate bouncing of his carriage. " I must have this thing strung again! " He thought with some irritation. He withdrew the now creased missive that had arrived at Pemberley a two days ago. Fitzwilliam re-read it again and sighed. He was to be paired with a detective who was the best in the Yard. And a woman! He was not happy with this turn of events, but he had no choice. The slasher case was the hot item now and if he solved it.... He could not imagine what it would do for his career. Of course, this woman would have to be put in her place. Women did not belong in such a position and could only mess things up. This Elizabeth Bennet was probably the daughter of some eccentric duke who had nothing to do but indulge his daughter. She probably didn't have any education beyond finishing school.... The carriage hit a rut sending Fitzwilliam to the floor in a heap. He cracked his head on the door knob and emitted a yelp. Rubbing the painful knot, he climbed back into his seat. He probably deserved that, but it would take a miracle to convince him that women did not belong anywhere besides the parlor!

Elizabeth rose early so she could prepare. Today she would meet Inspector Fitzwilliam Darcy. She wondered absently what kind of man he was. There must be some goodness in him if he was prepared to work with a woman. Of course, he might not have had a choice.... That thought brought frown to her face.

Lizzie quickly brushed her dark locks and wondered if she should do something different than the usual constrictive chignon. " I sound as if I am a silly school girl about o go to her first dance! " She thought crossly and quickly whipped her hair into the usual. Lizzie did, however, carefully choose her day's attire. She was in the habit of wearing suits consisting of a jacket, blouse, and straight, black skirt. The enormous bustles were way to confining. But today was different. Elizabeth chose a dark violet plaid, slight bustled skirt and a lace trimmed blouse. She would wear her light brown wool jacket over it. It was getting chilly these days and one had to keep warm.

After she had dressed, Elizabeth raced down the stairs to the small dining parlor where the family was assembled. Her Uncle Gardiner sat at the head of the round table, while her Aunt sat at his right, and their children interspersed. " Lizzie! " They all chimed as she took her place. She smiled and gave a collective greeting.

" Lizzie, you do look fine this morning. " Her uncle said once she had helped herself to a plate.

" I quite agree, you are wearing something besides black for once. " Her aunt agreed with a smile. Aunt Gardiner was forever trying to smarten her niece's appearance, although she was not a frivolous woman. Elizabeth thanked them both quietly and turned her attention to her porridge.

" There must be something special going on at the Yard. " Uncle commented after taking a sip of his tea. Elizabeth poured herself some of that beverage before answering.

" Yes, Inspector Darcy arrived last night and he is to joint he case to- day. " She explained. The slasher case had been simplified to the "case" due to the children's presence.

" Are you looking forward to meeting him? " Aunt Gardiner asked.

" I suppose.... I have not given it much thought. " Elizabeth replied, starting to feel like the suspects that she question so rigorously at the station. Her aunt sensed this for she fell silently and Elizabeth picked up he morning paper. In bold letters "MYSTERIOUS SLASHER STRIKES AGAIN!!!" Elizabeth's eyes grew wide and she flung down the toast she was about to nibble on. " Will you please excuse me. I must get tot he station. " And with those words, she was out the door. Aunt Gardiner looked shocked for one moment and then picked up the paper. She gave a knowing look to her husband and their silence continued.

Chapter Three, Part Two

Posted on Saturday, 17 July 1999

Elizabeth burst into the already bustling station. She immediately noticed a tall shadow behind the closed glass door of Lord Arlington's office. Elizabeth took a deep breath and pinched her cheeks in an unwonted move. She knocked on the glass and received a hearty 'come in!'. Lizzie opened the door slowly and was confronted with the curious stares of a very tall and handsome gentleman. " Oh, good, Miss Bennet! I expect you read the breaking news? No matter for now, I want you to meet your partner, Inspector Fitzwilliam Darcy of Derbyshire. " He paused before continuing. " Inspector Darcy, this is my best detective, Miss Elizabeth Bennet. "

" A pleasure, I am sure. " Inspector Darcy said with reserve.

Elizabeth tried to with hold her look of surprise mingled with distaste. " It is nice to meet you, sir. " She deliberately dropped his formal title in a show of obstinacy. Lizzie would not allow this man to gain the upper hand, superior or not. She could tell already that he was one of those. Those being men who thought to highly of themselves and believed that women belonged in the parlor. This was going to be a long investigation.....

Lord Arlington cleared his throat to gain Elizabeth's attention. " We found another body this morning. Well not we, but the eight-first division found the body of a middle class woman stabbed to death. She showed no signs of being a woman of....ill repute. " He explained as delicately as possible. Darcy did not appreciate such discrepancies. It was just another sign that this Miss Bennet was a coddled female sticking her nose into the business of men. "....We have located the girl's family. The Smiths live in Dowling street, number twenty-four. You might as well start there, and then I'll have one of the men escort you to the murder site. Then you should go talk to the family of the two women who were stabbed earlier. Matthews has already been there, but you need to know all the facts. They are the Ashtons. A very prominent family, who live in Hastings Square. So please tread carefully.... " Lord Arlington let that comment hang in the air, glancing pointedly at Elizabeth. She just ignored his insinuations.

Inspector Darcy gathered his bowler and coat and opened the door. He gestured to Elizabeth to precede him, an act that she found interesting. " Maybe I have him all wrong.... "

Chapter Four, Part One

Posted on Sunday, 1 August 1999

Author's Note: After some research, I have found that Elizabeth would have been an Inspector, not a detective. So henceforth, she is Inspector Elizabeth Bennet and Inspector Darcy has no superiority over her. Well, only in his mind....

When Elizabeth thought back to those words that afternoon, she could not believe she had been so naive. Inspector Darcy was the most insufferable man she had ever encountered. Even her cousin, Mr. Collins was not as bad as Darcy.

It had begun when they had called on the Ashtons. They had ridden in silence, and Elizabeth was more than happy to arrive in the park. They had faced little resistance at the door, though the Ashtons butler was very full of himself. Elizabeth had faced the usual surprise and disapproval when the family realized she was a woman. She and Darcy were ushered into the receiving room and soon the door opened. The Viscount Ashton was a short, balding man who looked as if he had never seen the light of day. His skin was a parchment paper white and even had a bluish hue to it. Elizabeth realized on a second scrutiny that he was often sick. He was garbed in black, which enhanced his pallor all the more. He looked weary and Lizzy could not blame him.

When Darcy introduced her, surprise was not concealed. "They let women on the force?!"

Elizabeth sighed, knowing this was to be a long interview. "Yes sir, I dispelled any ideas that I am not fit." Lizzy stated firmly and the man shrugged his shoulders.

"Lord Ashton, please accept our condolences," Darcy started out, " and we regret having to pester you, but we need to know about your daughter's death."

The man's face darkened with rage. "But the others were here just last week! I told them all I know!"

"We are aware of that, my lord," Elizabeth interrupted, hating to address him as such.

"We have replaced the others, and we must find out first hand." Elizabeth continued, trying to be as placating as possible.

Lord Ashton mopped his brow, calmed for the moment, and poured himself a glass of brandy.

"My lord, we must know what you saw that night," Darcy asked when he saw that Ashton was comfortable.

"It was horrible," the man replied. "My younger daughter, Victoria, was frightened out of her wits. Doctor Jamieson had to subscribe several sedatives to calm her."

"May we speak to Miss Ashton," Elizabeth asked politely.

"You certainly may not! She is just now beginning to recover, I am not about to have her unsettled again!"

"Lord Ashton, it is imperative that we speak to her!" Elizabeth argued.

Inspector Darcy about choked.

Lizzy ignored this and plunged on. "Miss Ashton is a prime witness, she must have seen something...."

"No, the shock was too great for her constitution! She remembers nothing! Now kindly leave!" Lord Ashton said, sputtering with rage. He turned his back and flung open the door, startling the butler.

Darcy threw up his hands and stood. Elizabeth, indignant that Ashton would throw them out, stomped from the room. However, on her way out the butler whispered, "Servants."

She started, for she did not think of the butler as an ally. Her surprise was brief, so much that she caught Lord Ashton saying to Darcy, "In future, I would advise that you have her restricted to her own class."

Elizabeth turned red and wished to turn and give the man a piece of her mind. She refrained and continued to the hired carriage.

As soon as the door shut after Darcy, he yelled, "How could you do that! We were so close...."

" You are a fool, and so is Lord Ashton! If he was genuinely wanting his daughter's murder to be avenged, he would have cooperated."

"It does not matter! You do not know how to deal with these people!" Darcy shouted back.

"I am sure, since they are not of my class!" Lizzy's voice dripped with acid.

That remark drew the Inspector up short. In a calmer voice, as if he were speaking to a child, he said, "Please remember to hold your tongue. We will get no where if you continue to get us removed from every self-respecting house."

Elizabeth did just that and boarded the carriage. In future, she would not give him the pleasure of obeying his instructions.

They did not get a chance to visit the other family. It soon came up a horrific rain storm, effectively causing a stand still in traffic. "This is what we get for not going on foot." Darcy said in an irritated manner.

"I never suggested such transportation, but I doubt you would know what it is to walk." Elizabeth said, peering out the grimy window.

Darcy looked at her in surprise. How dare she say such things, he thought. "How would know? You know nothing about me!"

"If your lifestyle is any reflection of your attitude, I do not want to know!" Elizabeth returned pertly and then addressed the driver. "Driver, take me to Grace Church street. We will get nothing done in this weather." She then withdrew a book from the pocket of her coat and opened it without ado. It was an action that invited no conversation, which sat perfectly well with Darcy. Eventually, they reached Elizabeth's destination and she disembarked without any words. She opened up her umbrella and started towards the second house. She waited until the carriage lurched into motion and disappeared around the corner. She quickly started in the other direction, a shorter way to the Ashtons. "If you want something done, you have to do it yourself!"

Chapter Four, Part Two

Posted on Friday, 13 August 1999

Elizabeth was received warmly by the servants at the Ashton's. The rotund cook, Mollie, ushered her into a chair and pressed a mug of tea into her hand. Lizzy, in her usual abrupt manner, stated her mission. "It is a sad business, to be sure," Mollie said, nodding sympathetically.

"Miss Victoria was out of her wits, but she had reason."

"Yes, assuredly." Lizzy said, trying to make Mollie focus.

"Well, they found Miss Delia later that night. Her clothes were torn and her throat cut.... " Mollie trailed off, tears clouding her vision.

Lizzy produced a handkerchief and handed it over. The older woman accepted it and dabbed at her eyes. "Did you find any reason that Miss Ashton would have been murdered?"

"Oh no! Miss Delia was a saint, compared to her mother and sister, but you did not hear that from my lips." Mollie warned and looked over her shoulder.

"Her mannerisms are almost nervous," Elizabeth thought, taking a mental note. "....She was always working for the poor and the destitute. I do not see why God would take her...." Tears sprang to her eyes again and Lizzy sighed, trying to remain patient.

"Did anything odd or out of the ordinary occur before the murders?" Mollie looked puzzled for a moment, trying to remember. "Come to think of it, something did happen. It probably is not of any use, but a distant cousin of the Ashtons came to visit a month ago. A Mr. George Wickham from Derbyshire. He came to visit and to consult with Lord Ashton on some business matters."

Elizabeth immediately perked up at this and tried to contain her excitement. "Is he still in residence?"

"No, he left right after the funeral." Mollie explained. Lizzy tried not to smile in triumph.

"Do you think that he and Miss Ashton were close?"

"Not unusually. They went out on some outings, but it was always with Miss Victoria. He was closer to her, for she had just returned from a visit with his parents at their country estate." Elizabeth was anxiously taking down this information.

"When did she go on this trip?" Mollie took on the look that Lizzy recognized as thinking.

"I think she went about a month before Mr. Wickham's visit. She only stayed about two weeks and returned earlier than expected."

Elizabeth nodded, her interest peeked. "One more question, Mollie and I will take my leave. Did Miss Delia know Viola Smith?"

"Why yes," Mollie said without hesitation, "Viola was Miss Victoria's ladies maid."

Chapter Five, Part One

Posted on Sunday, 29 August 1999

London

"You what!?" Darcy exclaimed, his face showing the incredulous angry he felt. Elizabeth winced, thinking that all her hard work had gone to waste. They were riding towards Dowling street and to the Smith's residence. Lizzie had decided to inform the Inspector of her findings--very gently. He had at once demanded to know the source of these and so she had to tell him. His inquisitive nature was starting to annoy her.

"I went back to the Ashfords and talked to the servants. It was the butler's idea, he told me to check with them."

Darcy was not buying this explanation. "The Ashford's butler would not have said such a thing, and if he did when did he tell YOU?"

"He told me on the way out of the foyer. You would have missed the exchange because you making excuses for my behavior."

Darcy opened his mouth to protest, but then snapped it shut. "We are members of Scotland Yard, we cannot take any servant's word against the facts." He continued calmly.

"What facts? WE have none." Elizabeth pointed out, much to Darcy's displeasure.

"Mollie is a reputable source, the Ashfords cook. There is no reason she should blight the truth. She told me the facts quite unwillingly. That goes to show she has loyalty to the Ashfords and would do nothing to hurt them!" Lizzie said this quite passionately and Darcy was, for a moment impressed.

"We will see then. We check this Mollie's story with the Smiths."

Lizzie nodded her head in agreement and sat back against the carriage squabs. They soon arrived at a neat, however small graystone house that was connected in the usual style, to the rest on the street. Darcy assisted Elizabeth from he carriage, much to her surprise. Their knock was answered promptly by a woman dressed in black. She wore an apron around her waist, lightening the starknesss of her outfit.

"Mrs. Smith, I am Inspector Darcy and this is my partner, Inspector Bennet." Elizabeth applauded the woman's effort to hide her surprise.

"Please come in," She said in a quiet, strained voice. Mrs. Smith led them to a small, but tidy parlor. A black veil was hung across the only mirror in the room. "If you will have a seat, I will summon my husband." Mrs. Smith departed, leaving them alone for a moment.

"Please remember to hold your tongue." Darcy reminded her. "I do not think we run the risk of being thrown out here." Lizzie replied caustically. Darcy did not get a chance to rejoin her comment, for the Smiths entered the room.

"Good day, Mr. Smith." Darcy said, feeling odd, for it must not be a good day for the family. The death of one's daughter....

"We would like to question you about your daughter's death." Elizabeth said as politely as possible.

"We know nothing about that," Mrs. Smith interrupted.

"Yes, I know this must be hard, but can you think of any reason your daughter might have been murdered?" Lizzie asked.

"No, I cannot," Mr. Smith replied, "Viola was a good girl, a responsible one."

"Was your daughter involved with a man?" Darcy asked.

"No! She was not that kind of girl. She respected herself and would not have stooped to that level!" Mrs. Smith said rather hostilely to Darcy.

"We are aware of that, Mrs. Smith." Lizzie interjected, "We have heard that she was Victoria Ashford's maid. We are beginning to think that there might be a connection."

"Yes, Viola was Lady Ashford's maid, for nearly three years. I kept telling her to find her another place besides being with that slut!" Mr. Smith said harshly. This comment surprised both Darcy and Lizzie.

"What makes you think that she was a woman of questionable behavior?" Darcy asked.

"Viola was always telling us of Lady Ashford's meetings with a man. It was all secret like. That makes one wonder...." Mrs. Smith said quietly.

"Did Viola accompany Lady Ashford to the country estate of a distant cousin?" Lizzie asked suddenly.

"Yes, she did. She thought they were to be gone for a month, but they returned in two weeks. Viola never said exactly why, just that an emergency had come up."

"With the Ashford family?"

"I do not think so. With people like them. things like that are plastered in the society section of the Times."

"Did Viola ever mention meeting a certain Mr. Wickham?" Elizabeth asked.

"Come to think of it, yes, she did. He was a great friend and distant cousin of Lady Ashford." Lizzie smiled inwardly. This will show Darcy....

Chapter Five, Part Two

Posted on Sunday, 26 September 1999

"You were right." Darcy voice filled the interior of the dark carriage.

Elizabeth's face split into a grin, she was wondering when he would notice the smug look that had occupied her face.

"Do not let this go to your head, though, you received a tip and it followed up. You were lucky by all accounts. Not every tip turns into a lead. I personally do not think much of this anyway."

"Oh, you do not? Well sir, where do you think we should start then? The last time I checked, you had nothing. I say this lead is the only thing we can pursue."

Darcy knew she was right once again, but he did not want to admit it. His pride was stung.

"Listen, Inspector, we are not going to get anywhere if we continue this squabbling. It is pointless and while we're busy defending our skills, people are being murdered! Let us put our differences aside and start anew." Elizabeth took a breath, for that speech was against her will. If any thing, Inspector Darcy deserved her scorn, he certainly did not deserve her friendship.

"I agree," he said finally. "I misjudged you. You have certainly proved yourself on more than one occasion. I have been in the wrong." He extended his hand in peace.

Elizabeth grasped it tightly. For one lingering moment, Elizabeth allowed herself to look at him, stripped of his pride. Her heartbeat suddenly speeded up. Mentally shaking herself, Lizzie withdrew and settled back into her seat. She would have been surprised if she knew that Darcy had been feeling the same thing.

"Well," She said, breaking the silence, "I believe we should leave for the Wickhams directly. This George fellow had killer written all over him." Elizabeth finished rather frankly. Darcy could not help but laugh.

"You are quite a character Inspector Bennet." Elizabeth raised her brows in question.

"You are direct," Darcy explained, "quite an admirable quality in an inspector."

"Thank you," Lizzie said, blushing ever so slightly. She was thankful that the carriage soon stopped in front of the Yard. Elizabeth's head was swimming and for once, she did not know what to make of it.

Chapter Five, Part Three

Posted on Thursday, 30 September 1999

Lizzie and Darcy entered the police station and for once, things were rather quiet. Elizabeth wanted to get out of Darcy's sight, for her thoughts and emotions were a complete muddle. How could she have an attraction to a man that was so prideful and conceited? Thankfully, Darcy was detained by Lord Arlington. Usually, Elizabeth would have been a bit offended about being left out. Instead, she took the chance to grab her things and start home.

She had made it about a block down the street, when she heard, "Miss Bennet!" She felt her heart lurch and she knew it would be rude if she didn't stop. Lizzie stopped and turned, smile in place. "You took right, Miss Bennet, and I was going to ask you to come and have tea with me. A celebratory measure for covering some ground today---not only in the investigation, but in our partnership."

Lizzie was completely amazed, she fought to keep her jaw from dropping. "I am not sure...."

"Come on, then. You do not have previous engagements do you?" It was stated more as a fact, not as a question.

Lizzie would have rose to the occasion, but her mind would not allow it. "Maybe sometime else, Inspector Darcy. I am afraid that I am engaged to sit with my nieces and nephews this evening." It was a half-truth, for the maids at the Gardiner residence would watch after the children.

"Do you not have a servant that could watch after them until we return?" His chocolate brown eyes beseeched her a way no man had ever.

This man was good, Lizzie thought, stunned. "All right," Lizzie acquiesced, "But only for a moment. I do not want to keep my charges waiting." Darcy smiled and offered his arm.

Chapter Five, Part Four

Posted on Sunday, 3 October 1999

Lizzie sat up in bed, completely startled. Rays of light filtered in between the cracks in the curtains. Having dreams of Inspector Darcy unsettled her. Why have dreams about a man she could barely tolerate? With a harsh sigh, Elizabeth threw back her covers. She began preparing for the day, although her mind was a thousand miles away. Without knowing, she had withdrawn her best suit and was almost in it when she realized what she had done.

"Oh bother!" She cried aloud.

Why did Darcy get into her thoughts. She was sincerely upset with this all. Glancing at the watch that sat on the mantel, Lizzie gasped. It was half past nine, lending her an half an hour to get to the Yard. She quickly buttoned up the dress that she had put on, hoping no one would notice her appearance. Elizabeth quickly manhandled her hair into its perfunctory bun, grabbed her cloak and raced out the door.

When she arrived at the Yard, Lord Arlington and Inspector Darcy were waiting.

"Running a little late, Inspector?" Arlington asked gruffly.

"I am terribly sorry sir." Elizabeth offered no other explanation.

Arlington grunted in his usual manner and began. "Inspector Darcy was telling me of yesterday's developments. Are you prepared to journey to Derbyshire this afternoon?"

Elizabeth was startled, but answered, "Yes sir, I am."

"I thought you would be. Since, the Inspector is familiar with the area, you will lodge at his home. I know it is not in form with propriety, but your coming will be noted if you lodge at an inn. However Darcy's sister is in residence, so I do not think too many brows will rise."

Elizabeth looked at Darcy with askance. His face revealed nothing, as usual.

"Be at Victoria Station at three, Inspector." Arlington interrupted Elizabeth's thoughts.

"Yes, sir." Lizzie replied, and stood to leave.

Chapter Six, Part One

Posted on Tuesday, 5 October 1999

Somewhere In The English Countryside

Elizabeth disembarked at the quaint railway station and stretched. The passengers were allowed an half an hour supper break, while the train was loaded with coal again. Darcy had gone before her, and secured them a place at the local pub.

"I ordered tea and biscuits for us," Darcy informed her, "there will be supper waiting for us at Pemberley."

Elizabeth regarded him with surprise, for he had hardly spoken during their journey. "I am sure that will be more than adequate." Lizzie replied crisply.

Darcy looked at her for a moment before turning his attention to a copy of the London Times. Elizabeth perused the small book of notes she had been taking since before the murders. When their food arrived, they still sat in silence, albeit without their previous occupations.

"I must confide in you, Inspector Bennet." Darcy said suddenly, after finishing.

Elizabeth looked up, startled for a moment. There was great urgency in his voice. "Yes?"

"I have debated with myself over whether or not I should tell you this." He paused before continuing. "I grew up with George Wickham."

Elizabeth was slightly surprised, and then put out that he had not told her before. "So that explains your ardent disagreement to his being our prime suspect."

"Yes, to some extent. We grew up very close, our parents were neighbors, so naturally we socialized. However, when we attended Cambridge, I realized that he had become quite dissolute. When a scandal rocked the village, I was forced to confess my knowledge to his parents."

"What was the scandal," Elizabeth asked, truly enthralled.

"George Wickham was involved with the death of one of the village girls."

Chapter Six, Part Two

Posted on Sunday, 10 October 1999

"He was what?!" Elizabeth exclaimed. Darcy did not answer her immediately, so Lizzie seized upon his silence. "How could you not tell me? This is almost completely seals his guilt."

"No!" Darcy said, literally barking out the words. "Before you get carried away, listen. He was involved, but he did not murder her."

Elizabeth relaxed, but she sat at the edge of her seat.

"This girl, Anne Robbins, was a local girl who worked in the tavern. George apparently knew her, maybe their relationship went beyond that, but one night George got sopping drunk. Anne must have taken pity on him and tried to help him home. When the next morning dawned, a local rustic found her floating in a pond. George claims that he remembers nothing beyond Anne helping him out the door of the tavern. The Wickams's butler claims that he help young George into bed that night after finding him lying on the doorstep. The butler says that there was not a trace of a woman about. Whether this story is true or not, we shall never know. However, the Wickams love their son dearly and would fabricate such a story if they felt the need to."

"What could be his motives for killing a local girl?" Elizabeth asked, truly puzzled.

"The coroner examined the body and pronounced that she was pregnant at the time of her death."

"So you think that George was the father of her child?"

"I said nothing to that effect, so do not put words into my mouth!" Darcy reprimanded her quickly.

Elizabeth not at all contrite. was about to defend herself when the train's whistle pierced the air. "The train!" Elizabeth said, jumping to her feet.

Darcy hastily dropped some coins upon the table and bolted for the door. They were quite a sight, running at break-neck speed through the village green. The last whistle sounded just as Darcy and Elizabeth hopped aboard. They found their seats, where they collapsed, completely out-of-breath. The train lurched forward less than a minute later, and Elizabeth sighed before launching an attack.

"I was not putting words into your mouth! I was merely stating the obvious!"

"You sounded as if you were launching accusations." Darcy told her, trying to keep a reign on his anger.

"How would you know, since you are always gainsaying me!" Lizzie said defensively, and turned towards the window. She heard Darcy sigh hugely.

"Let me ask for your forgiveness. I jumped to conclusions. I am a bit touchy on the subject, if I may say so."

Elizabeth turned towards him. "You are forgiven, but we must establish some lines of communication if we are to solve this case."

"I agree. However, you could improve things by not taking offense to everything I say." Darcy told her quietly.

Lizzie stuck her chin up, and say, "Only if you do not expect me to take your insinuations."

"Agreed."

They shook hands, and once again they had come to an impasse.

Chapter Seven

Posted on Friday, 22 October 1999

The train slowed in front of a quaint railroad station. Elizabeth peered out the window, the darkness obscured her vision. However, she saw the wooden sign suspended from the eaves of the station's porch. Lambton. The name had an oddly familiar ring to it.

"Here we are," Darcy said, standing, and taking a moment to stretch his long legs. He stooped to pick up his carry all, along with Elizabeth's.

"Thank you," Elizabeth replied, oddly surprised, but thankful all the same.

They disembarked the train and Darcy immediately led them to a gleaming black carriage.

"'Evening, Mr. Darcy. I hope your trip went well."

"Thank you, James, the trip went well." James jumped from his perch and opened the carriage door.

Darcy stood aside and helped Lizzie into the dark interior. Elizabeth, once again, was dazzled by his courteous behavior. Elizabeth settled on the right side and Darcy sat opposite to her. The carriage lurched into motion and they were on their way.

"May I inquire as to our whereabouts?"

"You may. We are in Lambton. The village closest to Pemberley. It is only a ten mile drive to my home from here."

"Lambton. That name is so familiar to me."

Darcy stared at her curiously as she furrowed her brow in concentration. Silence elapsed between in the usual fashion. Only the clip-clop of the horses' hooves could be distinguished.

"My aunt was born in Lambton!" Lizzie cried out suddenly in triumph.

Darcy smiled at her delight. "Oh really, I should really like to meet her."

Elizabeth's delight disappeared and she replied, "Oh, but she lives in Gracechurch Street in London."

Darcy's face took on a smirk and he said, "Why do you think that would change my desire to meet her."

Elizabeth's mouth dropped, but she quickly recovered. Darcy sat back into the carriage, proud of himself for foiling her attempts to trap him. The rest of the time was spent in silence. Half an hour past before the carriage turned from the main road. The ride was infinitely smoother and Elizabeth vaguely wondered if all men of wealth could afford to smooth their drives. Lizzie desperately wanted to look out the window, but she did not wish to make a scene in front of her host. Elizabeth could see however, lights twinkling off the surface of the yard opposite the drive. She then realized that it must be a body of water. Her curiousity was peaked, and it took all of her willpower not to ply Darcy with questions. The carriage rolled on, and soon came to a halt in front of a side door. The huge mahogany doors opened and several servants come running from the lighted interior of the house. The carriage door was opened and a hand was extended to help the occupants out. Elizabeth accepted the help and tried to gracefully descend the coach's confines.

Darcy came after her and said softly, "Welcome to Pemberley."

Elizabeth entered the foyer, several servants curtseying and bowing to her. A woman, simply, but well dressed came to meet them.

"Welcome home, Mr. Darcy." She said.

"Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds. Is everything in order?"

"Yes, sir. I have dinner prepared to be delivered to your rooms, as well as hot water for baths."

"Thank you, Mrs. Reynolds. Has Georgiana retired for the night?"

"She has, sir, but regretfully."

Elizabeth watched Darcy smile and thought him very handsome for it.

"Excuse my rudeness, Mrs. Reynolds. This is Miss Elizabeth Bennet of Hertfordshire and lately my partner in the slasher case."

"It is very nice to meet you, Mrs. Reynolds."

"And you, Miss Bennet. I hope you will find your stay at Pemberley very pleasurable." Elizabeth nodded and smiled.

"Would you please show Miss Bennet to her rooms?" Darcy asked. Mrs. Reynolds curtseyed and led Elizabeth up the stairs.

Chapter Eight

Posted on Sunday, 14 November 1999

Elizabeth awoke rather late the next morning, for bright rays of light filtered in through the curtains. She blinked several times, trying to figure out where she was. The lavishly appointed room spoke for itself. Lizzie sighed and closed her eyes. Yes, she knew she was going to enjoy her stay at Pemberley. Mrs. Reynolds had led her to a beautiful room done in pink and gold. It reminded Lizzie of a bygone era of chivalry, and she liked it very much. Just then a discreet knock sounded and Elizabeth called, "Come in."

A petite maid entered, carrying a tray of hot tea and toast. "Mr. Darcy sends his regards ma'am," the girl said shyly and bobbed a curtsey. She brought the tray to Elizabeth and set it upon her lap. Lizzie was struck senseless. This all seemed like it had come from a novel. She had never had the luxury of eating breakfast in bed.

"Thank you." Elizabeth murmured.

"Will you be needin' anything else, ma'am?" The maid asked.

"No, thank you..."

"Polly, ma'am." The maid answered Elizabeth's silent inquiries.

"Thank you, Polly." Polly smiled and left the room. Elizabeth nibbled at her breakfast, but found it against her usual self-sufficiency. She placed the tray on a near by table and rose. She carefully examined her wardrobe, knowing that it would have to impress many people today. Lizzie finally decided on a burgundy taffeta gown that, however simple, conveyed her self-confidence. She quickly dressed and pulled her hair into a chignon.

Lizzie went downstairs to find Darcy. She was completely confused by the vast number of doors, all closed. She wandered down the hall until she heard the sound of laughter. Lizzie followed the pleasing sound until she came to an open door. She stepped inside to find Darcy laughing. Elizabeth was all astonishment. Darcy looked up to see Lizzie and he smiled broadly.

"So you have decided to join us, Miss Bennet."

Elizabeth managed to shake off her surprise to answer, "Yes, I'm afraid that my tardiness blights my character."

"Certainly not, Miss Bennet. You were merely worn out from travelling." He replied quickly, his smile still intact. "Will you allow me to introduce my sister, Georgiana?" Elizabeth, in her surprise, had missed the other occupant of the room. A very pretty girl with blond curls sat opposite Darcy. Elizabeth found it odd that they did not resemble each other.

"It is nice to make your acquaintance, Miss Darcy." Elizabeth heard herself saying.

"And you, Miss Bennet. I have been on tenterhooks waiting for you and Fitzwilliam to arrive." Lizzie smiled and took the seat she offered. A black garbed maid came bustling in to inquire after Elizabeth.

"Would you like something, Miss?"

"A cup of tea would be lovely," Lizzie replied, wondering if she could go back to real life after this.

"Yes, very well."

"Good, for we will be very busy today." Darcy told her and took a sip of his own beverage.

"Busy?" Lizzie asked.

"You will become the local curiosity, Miss Bennet--may I call you Elizabeth..." Lizzie nodded her assent. "People are always gallivanting about visiting the new arrivals."

"So, I shall be put on display?" Lizzie asked, with a smile.

Darcy laughed and replied, "For today, at least, but tomorrow we have business to attend to." Elizabeth nodded in agreement. Just then, the butler cleared his throat to voice his presence.

"What is it Jones?" Darcy asked politely.

"Mrs. Wickam is in the blue parlor, sir, if you would like to receive her."

Chapter Nine

Posted on Monday, 15 November 1999

"Thank you, Jones, Georgiana will receive Mrs. Wickam momentarily. Please see to her needs until then. Miss Bennet and I will follow soon." Darcy replied smoothly.

"Very good, Mr. Darcy." Jones replied, bowed and retreated from the room.

"Really, Fitzwilliam, Julia Wickam is very sweet, but her conversation does not extend beyond the latest gossip." Georgiana complained, but in the most charming manner. Darcy wore a slight smile, betraying that he felt the same.

"Please, Georgi, remember our bargain?" Georgiana nodded and stood resolutely.

When she left, Elizabeth turned to Darcy with questioning eyes. "Bargain?"

"I made a bargain with Georgiana. She knows why you are here, but I devised a story. You are going to be the one George speaks to, he no longer trusts me. So, you are now a friend who Georgiana met in school." Darcy explained calmly.

Elizabeth's brow furrowed after hearing this story. "It is a bit far fetched. I am nearly three years older that your sister...."

"Four actually, but you hardly look it." Darcy replied nonchalantly.

"How do you know about my age?" Elizabeth asked, wondering where he garnered such intimate information about her.

"I have my ways." He answered mysteriously and rose. Lizzie followed suit and they repaired to the blue parlor. "I do not have to remind you to not mention the scandal." Darcy said softly.

"Do you think me a simpleton?" Lizzie challenged quietly.

"I am sorry, I know better. Please accept my apologies." Elizabeth nodded, appeased, and prepared to meet Mrs. Julia Wickam.

Georgiana was listening quite intently to what Mrs. Wickam was saying. When Darcy and Lizzie entered, Mrs. Wickam stopped mid-sentence and smiled. "Oh, Fitzwilliam! How lovely it is to see you! How long had it been, six months?" She cried.

"Seven, at least, Mrs. Wickam. And I must say that it is delightful to see you again. You look younger and younger at every meeting."

"Oh bother!" Julia replied, waving her hand in dismissal, but then sighted Lizzie. "Oh, you must be Miss Bennet. Georgiana has spoken of you so much that I feel like I already know you!" Elizabeth smiled, thinking it quite ironic that Georgiana could say anything after such a short acquaintance.

"I am so glad that you have decided to come visit us. How I love company! I have not had any since the summer, when a distant cousin came to visit us." Lizzie immediately perked her ears to this.

"She is the most winning creature, I had hoped that George and she might...well, he took quite a fancy to her, but nothing has come of it yet." Elizabeth was taking this in silently, thanking God that Mrs. Wickam had very loose tongue.

"You must come and meet George," Mrs. Wickam continued, "I am sure he will find you quite pretty. He is rarely in company with such young ladies, excepting the lovely Miss Georgiana." She finished, giving her companion a wink. "You really must come out into society much more often Georgiana, or you might be an old maid." She laughed good-naturedly, but Georgiana blushed slightly.

"Georgiana is just shy is all, Mrs. Wickam. And besides she is not even upon her seventeenth year." Darcy interjected.

"Well, of course, but time flies..." She tittered again, but then stopped. "Before your entrance Darcy I was just apologizing for the early hour. But I had some news that I could not wait to deliver. We are holding a small soiree at Wickam Hall Friday next. I would be pleased if you all should attend."

"We would delighted to attend, Mrs. Wickam. You can count on our attendance."

"Oh, my happiness is complete!" She replied, clapping her hands with joy. "I must be leaving, though. I promised Amelia Hattingdon that I would pay her a call." Mrs. Wickam stood up, and the other members of the party stood as well. "Do not bother yourselves, I can find my own way. It was delightful meeting you, Miss Bennet. I will be on bated breath until Friday. Good day." And with that she was gone. They all sat in silence until they heard the door shut.

"Good gracious!" Georgiana finally said, expelling an exasperated sigh. Elizabeth smiled, agreeing with her totally.

"I had no idea that she would be so--open." Darcy said, rising and walking to the windows. Lizzie nodded, going over the information in her head.

"At this rate, I believe it would behoove us if we listened to Mrs. Wickam." Elizabeth said, following Darcy with her eyes.

"Yes, well that will be my job. Like I said before, George will be more likely to speak to you." Lizzie knew that he was right. Friday week...she thought. Thank goodness I brought an evening gown.

Chapter Ten

Posted on Friday, 26 November 1999

Lizzie paced the confines of Pemberley's drawing room. In the confines of her though, she rehearsed simpering nothings. She would have to impress George Wickam some way. It was going to be a long night...

Elizabeth was jerked from her reverie by the door opening to admit Darcy. He surveyed her appearance and replied quietly, "You look stunning, Miss Bennet. I'm sure you will out shine the others..." Lizzie murmured a polite 'thank you' and felt herself colour up. She was saved by this potential embarrassing situation by Georgiana's entrance.

"Oh, Lizzie, you look lovely." Elizabeth could not help but laugh.

"Maybe if I got this attention all the time, I might take more pains with my everyday appearance."

"Then you would not be practical, Miss Bennet. An inspector must be serviceable..."

"My feelings exactly, and since I do not take pains, you can not ridicule me." Darcy did not have time to comment on this rejoinder, for the carriage was announced. They were all loaded in and traveled to the Wickams in silence.

The Wickam's home was small compared to Pemberley, but was still of good size. The party was greeted at the door by Mr. and Mrs. Wickam. "Oh, how lovely it is to see you again, dear!" Mrs. Wickam exclaimed upon seeing Elizabeth. Lizzie smiled and allowed the woman to show her around. The object of her earlier anxiety was soon introduced to her.

"Miss Bennet, this is my son, George. George, this is Miss Bennet, a school fellow of Georgiana's." George immediately took her hand and kissed it.

"How do you do, Miss Bennet. The local gossips did not do your beauty justice." Lizzie smiled and batted her eyelashes. In her mind, she was sizing this opponent up. He was of medium height, dark hair and eyes, nit as handsome as Darcy though.... Lizzie caught that thought and frowned mentally. Focusing on George again, she realized that he wasn't what she had pictured him. How do you picture a possible killer? George immediately started a conversation with her, and Lizzie found that she could drop her simpering pretenses. George was quite educated.

"So, Miss Bennet, do you travel often?"

"Not as much as I should like to. Coming to see Georgiana has been lovely."

"Georgiana is a nice girl, too bad about her brother..." He murmured in a non-committed manner. Lizzie perked her ears.

"Yes, it is unfortunate that he is not more like his sister. But I must not slander my host..."

"Do not fret, I am no friend of Mr. Darcy's..."

"How tragic, of your own choosing," Lizzie queried, realizing that she quickly gaining ground.

"Not of mine own volition, we were the best of friends at one time..." Lizzie smiled sympathetically. She actually found herself liking this man, he was forward, a quality she admired. Too bad I know his past dealings...she thought.

"So Derbyshire is the only place you have been to?" George continued.

"I go to London to visit relations." Elizabeth replied off-handedly.

"As do I," George said, smiling, " we have not had the good fortune to run into each other."

"I keep my presence quiet," Lizzie explained. "Sometimes I wish for that as well. I visit my cousins, the Ashburys, do you know them?"

"One cannot pick up the paper without spotting that prestigious name. However, I heard about the tragedy." Was it her imagination, or did he flinch?

"Yes, it was tragic. My eldest cousin was brutally murdered. As we speak an extensive investigation goes on."

"Oh really? It was be making quite a fuss."

"As one might hope! I want to see this killer brought to justice. I was not particularly close to this cousin, but her death has caused her younger sister a great deal of pain."

"Lady Victoria? She is quite the beauty from what I hear." George smiled wistfully, and nodded.

"Yes, she is, quite the beauty. But you far surpass her, my dear Miss Bennet." He continued, wiping all traces of preference from his face. Elizabeth narrowed her eyes, but then laughed. Well, well, well Mr. Wickam, I do believe you are hiding something. Their conversation was soon interrupted by the summons to dinner. George was called away by his mother and Lizzie looked around for Darcy. She found him gazing at her, which unnerved her when she decided that she enjoyed the silent attention. His face revealed nothing, but his eyes were questioning. A little more work on Mr. George Wickam and we might solve this case, Lizzie thought, and repaired for dinner.

Chapter Eleven

Posted on Sunday, 28 November 1999

Elizabeth moved down the staircase at Pemberley, dressing in a fashionable riding habit. She carried a whip in hand, and presented a picture of confidence. In actuality, she was anything but. Darcy came strolling through the foyer and happened to look up. Surprise was his first reaction and then a mixture of confusion and irritability.

"Miss Bennet do you think it wise to go riding? We are to discuss last night's developments..."

"Well I am creating developments for today. I am engaged to go riding with George." George? Darcy thought, and his irritation grew.

"When did you decide upon this course? And why did you not inform me?"

Elizabeth's face darkened and she scowled. "He sent a note around this morning. This is the first time I have see you and I did not wish to disturb you." Darcy knew this to be correct, but he did not feel like backing down.

"You ride?" He asked, following Lizzie down he hall.

"Yes, but it is not my favorite occupation. However for the sake of the case..."

"Please do not inconvenience yourself for my sake." Darcy said in a sardonic tone, and disappeared down the opposite hall.

"That man!" Elizabeth said angrily, under her breath, and stalked down to the stables. George was waiting upon her, a docile mare saddled for Lizzie. Normally, she would have been offended, but considering her limited expertise...

"Good morning, George," Lizzie said, flashing a smile, and mounting the horse.

"Yes, it is quite a beautiful one, but it pales in comparison to you." Elizabeth laughed and thanked him. He nudged his horse into a walk and he led them into Pemberley's fields.

"You know your way around." Elizabeth commented, hoping to incite some meaningful conversation.

"Darcy and I used to hunt in these fields, naturally I would be an expert." George said in a pained voice.

"I take it that you regret the ill feelings between you and Darcy." Elizabeth asked in a soft sympathetic tone.

"Yes, well his betrayal cut very deep. I did not know that he despised me to that degree."

"To what degree?"

"The degree of fabricating horrendous tale to damage my reputation. I had to leave Derbyshire for a time, I was in Her Majesty's guard. It was harsh compared to the existence I had been brought up in. After three grueling years, I was able to return."

"Where were you stationed?" Elizabeth asked, trying to draw some more details.

"On the outskirts of London. The only redeeming factor was that I was near relatives. I found my cousins to be delightful company, the younger one more so." A-ha! Lizzie thought, trying to conceal her excitement. "My older cousin was rather dour compared to Victoria. She was always criticizing Victoria for not being constrained. I found her exuberance quite refreshing." His tone took on the wistful tone it had the previous night, and it puzzled Elizabeth exceedingly.

"I take it that you were close to Miss Ashbury."

"Oh? Victoria, yes we were uncommonly close." George said this in an off-hand manner, but Lizzie read more into it. Could it be that...Elizabeth did not want to dwell on how close their relationship had been. Of course, it might just be the missing link.

Chapter Eight

Posted on Thursday, 2 December 1999

Elizabeth and Darcy sat at one of the tables in the library, reviewing the notes they had taken thus far. Lizzie mind was a thousand miles away and Darcy was becoming quite irritated. It was not just the fact that she was barely paying attention, but the fact that she had ridden with Wickam...The very thought infuriated him in all actuality.

"What is with man," he asked himself. "What does it matter if she rides with Wickam or not. She is supposed to be taking information, and she is quite professional." Darcy stared at Lizzie's lowered head in fascination. Was this the first time he realized how beautiful her hair was? Darcy shook his head violently, an action that gained Elizabeth's attention.

"Is there something amiss, Inspector?"

"No, nothing, Miss Bennet." He intoned and continued jotting down notes.

Lizzy stared at him in confusion for a moment, and returned to her thoughts. Should she tell him her new findings? The idea of Wickam and Victoria Ashton having an intimate relationship sickened her. But what did it matter? They were only distant cousins, and the royal family had been intermarrying for ages.

"Darcy," she said in a distracted manner, forgetting all formalities. Darcy looked up, surprised that she had not proceeded with 'Inspector". She had been the only one to continue the formalities they had used in London.

"Yes?" He inquired.

"I talked to Wickam this morning, and I have come to a conclusion." Darcy stared at her, waiting for her to continue. "I think that Wickam and Victoria Ashton were carrying on an...affair." Darcy stared at her, incredulous, and wondered if she had taken leave of her senses.

"What!?" Elizabeth plunged on. "He speaks of her fondly....very fondly, in fact. He speaks of her as if they shared more than just a relationship between...cousins. He speaks of her constantly. And have you never thought it odd that she left in such a hurry from the Wickams' estate. And then George showed up in London during the time that Delia Ashton was murdered. He then quickly left when Delia turned up dead...."

"Elizabeth, stop! Do you hear yourself? you are accusing Victoria Ashton and her cousin of having an affair. It is absolutely ridiculous!"

Lizzie's face darkened and she flung back, "It is not ridiculous! It is perfectly plausible."

"Exactly how does this 'revelation' fit in with the murder of Delia Ashton?"

Elizabeth thought for a moment, not knowing what to say. "I am not quite sure," she said quietly.

"My point exactly!" Darcy shot back, rose, and left the room.

Chapter 8B

Posted on Thursday, 2 December 1999

Elizabeth paced the path of one of Pemberley's exquisite gardens. She was not angry, for some odd reason. She felt a little indignant at Darcy's refusal to hear the beginnings of her theory. Of course, she could not blame him, she had no concrete evidence. The idea finally occurred to her. She must go back to London, only there she would find the evidence she needed. There was an obvious relationship between George and Victoria, and Lizzie was going to find out the particulars. She looked about her, knowing that she was going to miss the serene beauty of this place. Lizzie then retired to her rooms, where she began to pack.

Lizzie paused outside Darcy's study, and hesitated before knocking. It was nearly an hour later. Finally she summoned the courage to knock on the door. "Come in." She heard Darcy answer. Elizabeth opened the door and strode in with more confidence than she felt. Darcy looked at her stoically, but beneath the austere facade, he was truly curious.

"I am leaving Darcy. I am going back to London. We can not continue working together. You give me no credit for my working mind and when I formulate an idea, you do not give me a chance. I believe that it will benefit us both if we separate and then meet again to compare notes..."

Elizabeth left that thought hang and Darcy stared at her blankly. "I thank you for your hospitality." Elizabeth turned on her heel and began to leave.

"Georgiana will miss you. She values your friendship." But what about you? Elizabeth thought to her dismay.

"She can visit me in Grace Church Street should she come to London." Elizabeth offered.

"I thank you for the invitation. She will be happy to accept I am sure. Would you like me to call the carriage?"

"No thank you, I believe your butler is. Thank you..." Lizzie replied and quickly exited before her courage failed her. She did not wan tot leave, the whole though depressed, and she did not know why.

Darcy stared at the closed door. How could you let her leave, man? He shook his head, trying to clear it, but it did not work. Elizabeth Bennet filled his senses, his mind, his heart, and he did not know when he would recover.

Chapter Nine

Posted on Tuesday, 18 January 2000

London, England

Elizabeth went straight to Scotland Yard from the train station. When she arrived, her presence caused much upheaval. Lizzy held held her breath when she encountered Matthews on her way to Lord Arlington's office.

"Well, well, well...has Miss Bennett turned tail and ran?" He sneered and blocked her path.

"Entertain your fantasies, Matthews, but do not involve me in them." Lizzy said with a measured amount of coolness, and pushed by him.

Matthews stood gaping as he watched her retreat. How he hated her!

Elizabeth knocked briefly before entering Arlington's office. When he saw her, his eyes grew wide.

"Bennett! What are you doing here?! You are supposed to be with Darcy!"

"I am well aware of that fact," Lizzy replied calmly. "However, Inspector Darcy refuses to listen to any of my findings. I shall not be subjected to such disrespect!"

Lord Arlington stared at her and then reached for a cigar. He lit it and drew upon it thoughtfully. The room had filled with blue smoke. Elizabeth wrinkled her nose in distaste. "And why will you not be 'subjected to such disrespect' as you call it? You have endured disrespect before Inspector, and have handled it admirably. Why does Darcy get under your skin? Does his opinion of you affect more than your work?" Arlington squinted at her.

Elizabeth opened her mouth and then closed it again. Was she that transparent?

"Of course not, our relationship has been purely professional. I would not care for anybody who can not respect the intelligence that I know I possess."

"So what does he not believe?" Arlington queried after taking another draw.

"I have reason to believe that George Wickam was having an affair with Victoria Ashbury."

Arlington looked surprised, but did not censure her. "I can see why he would doubt...that is a far-fetched and serious accusation. Have you proof?"

"Not exactly," Elizabeth replied with confidence she did not feel. "Mr. Wickam has confided in me on several occasions. His regard for Miss Ashbury goes far beyond their connections. He is a distant cousin, a cousin that probably has not seen her more than a handful of times. I find it odd that he would say the things that he said."

Arlington did not speak. "Is this one of your 'premonitions'? A woman's so called instinct?"

"I believe it is, sir." Elizabeth replied, hoping against hope.

"Did you speak to Darcy before you left?"

"Briefly. Only to tell him that his behavior offended me and that I was leaving the premises."

"Well, I know its foolish, but I believe that you have something. Illicit liaisons are always a grand reason for murder. Work alone, or at least until Darcy shows again."

"But sir," Elizabeth interrupted.

"But nothing! He is your partner, and when he returns we shall come up with something. He is the best in his field, as you are, I don't want to lose either of you. However, people are getting restless. The newspapers have invented lies to fire the public's opinion. People are looking for answers and we are not providing them quickly enough." Arlington explained, his apprehension apparent.

"Should we release a statement?" Lizzy asked dubiously.

"Not yet, not until we know more. Until Darcy returns, lie low. Do not cause a stir, or I will have your head! Now go!"

Elizabeth took her leave, smiling as she went.

Chapter Ten (i)

Posted on Tuesday, 1 February 2000

Elizabeth stepped from the canopy of the doorway and out into the deluge of rain. Her black umbrella did little to shield her and she ceased to worry. She had spent the last few days digging deeper into the history of the Ashburys and had come to a conclusion. They were a very disturbing family. If Elizabeth had ever had any doubts about an affair between cousins, they had been laid to rest. It just happened that matriarch of the Ashbury family--Margaret DeVille Ashbury--had married her second cousin. In addition to this, there were many instances along the family line that raised a brow...beyond these discoveries. Elizabeth had laid low. No word had been heard from Darcy as of yet, much to Lizzy's relief. Her feelings were still undecided when it cam to that subject. He infuriated her like no other--but he had also brought about other emotions that Elizabeth did not want to dwell upon.

Lizzy hurried along the sidewalk at a brisk pace and did not even realize that someone loomed before her. She ran right into the person and fell onto the wet pavement.

"Pardon me, I'm so very sorry" the male voice instantly said, offering Lizzy a hand.

"The fault is mine," Elizabeth replied quickly, and stood. She was suddenly face to face with George Wickham.

"Miss Bennet, how delightful to see you!" He said upon recognizing.

"Mr. Wickham, how fortune that I should actually bump into you." Lizzy answered.

"I quite despaired when I discovered that you had flown Pemberley. Was Darcy too uncivil for your tastes?"

"No, I had to attend to a family emergency." Elizabeth quickly lied.

"Nothing too serious, I hope."

"No, it was a trifling matter." Lizzy reassured him. Wickham smiled in reply.

"I do say that it is quite extraordinary that we should meet. I was sorely missing your lively conversation. Would you care to take tea with me?"

"Yes," Lizzy answered, hoping she did not sound too eager.

"Well, by all means, let us seek some shelter." He offered his arm and they departed for the nearest tearoom.

Chapter 10(ii)

Posted on Thursday, 3 February 2000

"So what do you think of the scones, Miss Bennet?" Mr. Wickham asked. They had repaired to the Garden Tea Room, overlooking Hyde Park. It was quite fashionable and expensive, but Lizzy found herself enjoying herself immensely. Stay on task, she told herself angrily.

"I do believe you were right, there are the best I have ever tasted." Elizabeth replied with a smile.

Wickham laughed and said, "I cannot come to London without stopping by."

"Speaking of that, why brings you to London if I may ask?" Lizzy queried.

"Ahh, business. It's always business. As my father grows older, I take on his pursuits more and more."

"It sounds dreadfully boring," Elizabeth replied casually, "and lonely. Do you have no society when you come to town?"

"Of course, I do. I take advantage of it most willingly. Being caught up in the country can be very tedious. And with relatives in residence, I never find myself alone."

"And how are the Ashburys coping with their loss?" Elizabeth asked, feigning a voice of gravity.

"They are better, Lady Ashbury and Victoria are still out of company."

"You must be a comfort to them in this time of trial." Elizabeth replied, sipping her cup of tea.

Wickham frowned and answered, "Yes, of course. I worry excessively for Victoria, she has always been of a fragile constitution."

Ahhh...Elizabeth thought, just where I want you. "It have been dreadful to witness the death of one's sister. I do not know what I would do if I witnessed something that horrible. I would fall to pieces."

"And do you have sisters?"

"Yes, five. I remain very close with my elder sister Jane. She is my one true confidant."

"And is she as beautiful as her sister?" Wickham asked with a smile. Elizabeth blushed and hated herself for it.

"Oh no, I mean yes. She has the reputation of being the sweetest of us all. Both in face and temperament."

"I find that hard to believe. Is there competition between the two of you?"

"Of course not, I would not begrudge Jane anything, she is much more deserving than I."

"You belittle yourself Miss Bennett, I find your company quite pleasing, especially your wit."

Elizabeth laughed at that revelation and replied, "That I can credit my father." Wickham joined her in her laughter. He grew solemn suddenly and looked out the window.

"Victoria and Delia were very close, I hate that Victoria should have her only sister taken away so cruelly."

"Yes, it is tragic. And then the death of her maid, must have been equally upsetting."

Wickham's frown deepened and he asked, "How did you know that?"

Elizabeth's heart stopped for a moment and then she replied calmly, "The paper I believe. You know how grasping they can be when it comes to society."

"Hmmm...yes, you are quite right. Victoria has sustained much, her courage commends her character." Elizabeth nodded. "The Ashtons are still searching for a young lady of quality to be Victoria's maid and companion. They have turned up empty-handed thus far." Elizabeth's ears pricked and then her mind shifted into overdrive. A maid? Of course, how else to get into the mind of a witness and prospective suspect than to be her ladies maid. Elizabeth had to fight to stop her smile.

"Oh blast!" Wickham burst out suddenly. Elizabeth looked up, expectant. "My dear Miss Bennett, I quite forgot that I have to be at my club in five minutes. I am going to have to depart from your company, most unfortunately."

"I quite understand, Mr. Wickham." Lizzy replied in an understanding tone.

"Please allow me to hail you a cab, so you won't be subjected to this monstrous weather." He came around to assist her and then he told the porter to get Miss Bennett a cab. They departed after that--Wickham to his club and Elizabeth to a street near Scotland Yard.

Chapter 10 (iii)

Posted on Friday, 4 February 2000

"You want to do what!!" Lord Arlington shouted at Elizabeth.

"I want to apply for the ladies maid's position at the Ashtons." Elizabeth replied calmly.

"You have taken leave your senses! It's impossible, especially after you made a scene at the interrogation!" Elizabeth cringed at his mentioning of that fact, and she could not deny that that had crossed her mind. "Made a scene in front of Lord Ashton. Not his wife, or his daughter." Lord Arlington took a draw from his cigar and replied, "Just how do you propose to pull this off?"

"Of course, I would have to stay out of Lord Ashton's sight, but that should not be too hard. Maids and the like are that sphere of the household that a male never enters. I am sure to be hired by Lady Ashton and will be completely occupied with Victoria." Lord Arlington was quiet for a moment and then sighed.

"You are completely correct as usual, but if this does not work, I..."

"Will have nothing to lose, I stake my position here that this plan will bring closure to this case." Elizabeth's heart was pounding in her ears. Did she say what she thought she said. Arlington looked startled and then chuckled.

"Alright, Inspector, if you stake your job on this, I demure. But I will hold you to your word." Lizzy gulped, but showed no signs of her agitation. "What do you need to gain admittance to the Ashton household?"

"A convincing set of references." Elizabeth replied bluntly.

"I am sure that my wife could do that for me, after I waggle a strand of pearls in her face." Arlington said gruffly. Elizabeth constrained her laughter. "How are you ever going to disguise yourself? You are too entirely pretty for the position." Arlington said off-handedly, much to Elizabeth's surprise.

"I have my ways." She replied secretively.

"And what about this Mr. Wickham, fellow? Will he not recognize you?"

"I will cross that bridge when I come to it," Elizabeth said confidently and whisked out of the room.

Chapter 11 (i)

Posted on Friday, 11 February 2000

Elizabeth looked into the mirror and was satisfied with her appearance. A pair of shears lay on the dressing table and a heap of her dark curls lay on the floor. Her now waist length hair was ranging just below her shoulders, just long enough to be worn in a braid. Elizabeth wore a plain calico dress and the difference in her person was distinct. It is amazing what lighter colors and a different hairstyle can do for your complexion...Lizzy thought. Hopefully the difference would be enough to fool Lord Ashford should she ever run into him.

Elizabeth pinched her cheeks and took up her cloak. She had an appointment at the Ashfords for ten o'clock and she was anxious to get there. She bypassed her aunt and uncle on the way down and stepped onto the street. She adjusted her pace into a brisk walk. It took her twenty minutes on foot to reach number twenty-four, Hastings Square. Elizabeth repaired to the servant's entrance and knocked on the door. It then occurred to her that Mollie might recognize her...she managed to step back into the shadows and pull her hat down. Thankfully, a scullery maid answered the door. Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward.

"Yes?"

"I am here to interview for the position of ladies maid. I have an appointment for ten."

"Come in then," the maid said and stepped back. Elizabeth entered cautiously, looking for any signs of Mollie. She was not present in the kitchen, but a chambermaid was. Lizzy's heart stopped pounding.

"If ya go with Ellie 'ere, she will be announcing Lady Ashton that you 'ave arrived..." The girl said. The one called Ellie rose and Lizzy followed her above stairs. Ellie led her to a closed door and she then knocked discreetly.

"Enter." A soft, obviously cultured voice called. Ellie opened the door and curtsied.

"If you please, mum, a girl is 'ere. She says she's supposed to interview for maid's position."

"Yes, yes of course. Please show her in." The voice answered. Ellie appeared and motioned Lizzy in. Elizabeth took a deep breath and crossed the threshold...

Chapter 8 (iii)

Posted on Saturday, 19 February 2000

Elizabeth hesitated before stepping into the parlor. Finally, summoning the courage, she stepped into the room.

"Lizzy Jenkins, I presume?" A lady said from her seat on the settee. Elizabeth looked up and was surprised by what she saw. She had expected Lady Ashton to be anywhere from her early to late fifties, but this woman could only be in the prime of life. Her skin was flawless and the only thing that evidenced her age were the two white wings that swooped through her raven tresses.

"Yes, mum," Lizzy answered after a moment, her voice taking the qualities of the lower class.

"I have your references in hand, they are glowing," Lady Ashton said with no emotion whatsoever. Lizzy remained silent. Lady Ashton rose to her feet and circled around Elizabeth.

"You look clean, but you are too pretty. You will be a distraction to the male servants. However, your record with Lady Arlington is too stellar for me to send you on your way." Lady Ashton concluded and regained her seat. Lizzy did not reply.

"Do you speak?" Lady Ashton demanded shrilly.

"Yes, mum."

"Where do you hail from and why did you come to London?"

"I came from Devonshire, my lady. My Ma and Da died in the fever and I were cast out alone." Lizzy replied readily.

"You do not have the accent of someone from Devonshire." Lady Ashton replied.

"I 'ave lost it, my lady. I 'ave been in London for nigh on five years."

"Five years?! How old are you?"

"Twenty, mum."

Lady Ashton quirked a brow, but did not continue her interrogation.

"Why have you left the Arlington's?" Lady Ashton said finally.

"I were being pursued by a footman of theirs and I did not want to accept 'is advances." Elizabeth replied softly.

"Oh? And why was not he dismissed? A lady's maid is much more valuable than a footman."

"I decided that it were up to me to give up my position. 'E, the footman I mean, 'ad been with the Arlingtons for ten years. 'E had the seniority."

"That was very gracious of you," Lady Ashton commented, surprise written across her face.

"Thank you, my lady." Lizzy replied and dropped a curtsy.

"You are hired," Lady Ashton concluded, scanning over the references once more. "You need to collect your things from he Arlington's and be back tonight at 7pm. Your mistress, Lady Victoria is attending a ball tonight and will need your assistance. You may go." Lady Ashton dismissed her with a wave of her hand.

"Thank you, mum, thank you very much." Elizabeth returned, curtsying out of the room. She then hurriedly repaired to the kitchen and out the back door.

Part 9 (i)

Posted on Thursday, 2 March 2000

Elizabeth immediately reported to the Yard after being received at the Ashtons. She did not even bother to knock a she let herself into Lord Arlington's office.

"I'm hired!" She cried triumphantly.

Lord Arlington looked up startled for a moment and then peered closer.

"What did you do to yourself?"

Elizabeth was taken off guard by this question and pondered for a moment. "My hair?"

"Yes, well it is down---for once."

"I knew I had to disguise myself somehow. Just in case I should run into Lord Ashton. Heaven forbid!"

Lord Arlington suppressed a chuckle. "Well, it seems as if your plan is off to a grand start. Let's just hope that you can continue this guise."

"I plan to succeed, sir." Lizzie replied resolutely. If only to prove Darcy wrong, she thought darkly.

"I have heard from Inspector Darcy." Lord Arlington said carefully.

"Oh really?" Elizabeth responded, feigning indifference. It surprised her that he should speak of Darcy just as that thought crossed her mind.

"Yes, he is following up the trail that you started in Derbyshire. It seems as if he has changed his mind about your revelations." Lord Arlington lit his ever present cigar and stood to his feet, going to the window.

Elizabeth stared at him in confusion and then refused to believe such information.

"I wrote him in response. I told him to stay where he is for the moment, that he must finish up there before coming here." Lord Arlington said, pulling back the curtain.

"That is certainly interesting. I thought it would take a lifetime for him to admit that he was in the wrong to a woman."

"Such hostility.... Really Inspector, you must learn to control your anger. Count your blessings and be on your way."

"Yes, sir." Elizabeth said smiling and let him be.

Part 9 (ii)

Posted on Tuesday, 7 March 2000

Elizabeth flopped down on her bed, completely exhausted. She had been constantly on the move since five that morning. First there was her breakfast to eat, and then she had to wait upon her new mistress. Victoria Ashton was a spoilt little girl. Elizabeth became aware within the first thirty minutes that it was impossible for Victoria to murder anyone---much less her sister. Murdering someone would involve her getting her hands dirty---a travesty to be sure!

Elizabeth did not like Victoria and wondered how she was going to last the duration of this assignment. It had all started this morning. Elizabeth had crept silently into her mistress's room, breakfast tray in hand. Victoria was sitting up in the middle of several fluffy white pillows, her well-manicured fingers tapping on one of the mounds.

"It is about time you got here." She declared petulantly when she spotted Elizabeth. "I called for you nearly thirty minutes ago."

Actually it had been only ten minutes. "I'm sorry, miss. I didn't mean to dawdle...." Elizabeth quickly said.

"Do not let it happen again!" Victoria declared and accepted the breakfast tray that Elizabeth offered.

"Yes, mum." Elizabeth said and dropped a curtsy. She then moved to pick up the various articles of clothing that littered the floor. It was obvious that housekeeping was not Victoria's strong point.

"So what is your name, girl?" Victoria asked after a moment.

"Jenkins, mum. Lizzy Jenkins."

"Well, Lizzy, I hope you are competent enough to set out my morning attire."

"Yes, mum. What do you 'ave in mind?" Lizzy asked quietly, trying to control her anger.

"The blue gown, with the lace trim." Victoria replied, taking a sip on tea.

Elizabeth moved to do her bidding and after some difficulty located the dress. Victoria threw back the covers and walked to the center of the room. She stood there and tapped her foot until Elizabeth brought the dress and the necessary undergarments. She then had to completely dress Victoria, without any help from her. It took an hour to get her dressed and then another thirty minutes to get her hair fixed. By the time Victoria adjourned to the morning room downstairs, Elizabeth was exhausted.

Part 9 (iii)

Posted on Thursday, 9 March 2000

It took one agonizing week before Elizabeth was able to do any snooping about the Ashton household. Victoria went out to pay calls with her mother, leaving Lizzie to do some menial tasks about the house. It had taken her a very long time to get a feel for Victoria's room. Whenever her mistress went out, Lizzie went about Victoria's room, memorizing where she kept everything. She also would look for any incriminating evidence: diaries, notes, bloody garments that had yet to be discarded.... So far, Lizzie's luck had been down on her and she did not find anything useful, yet.

However, with both the Ashton ladies out and Lord Ashton sequestered in his study, the time was an excellent opportunity to some detective work.

Elizabeth had ascertained within her first week where Delia's room was, so naturally that would be where she would start first.

Lizzie crept silently down the corridor, frequently checking over her shoulder, and finally arrived in front of the door. She opened it slowly, cringing when it squeaked from disuse, and expecting someone to jump out at her at any moment. She quickly stepped over the threshold into the room and shut the door.

The room was partially draped in dust cloths. The huge mahogany bed was still uncovered, but stripped of its linens. Elizabeth headed for the wardrobe first and opened the door. A variety of clothes hung on the rack. The most remarkable thing about the clothes were that they were brightly colored. Elizabeth was taken aback, for she was under the impression that Delia had been incredibly conservative. Lizzie withdrew a bright violet gown that would have been considered garish if there had not been muted colors of dark purple trim. Elizabeth was perplexed and then re-hung the gown. She sifted through the others, looking for any hidden panels of fabric or anything unusual. Elizabeth knew that this was a little extreme, but at this late in the case, she was willing to do anything.

Elizabeth became alert when she heard the door downstairs open and then close. She quickly raced to the window and peered below. The carriage in the street was not an Ashton and Lizzie relaxed. "Someone to see Lord Ashton," she thought and returned to her work. She became so absorbed in looking through the drawers of the wardrobe that she didn't hear the footsteps on the threshold of the door. When she became alert to the fact, she quickly looked for someplace to hide, just as the door was opening.

Posted on Friday, 10 March 2000

Elizabeth quickly bolted for the drapes as the door opened. She held her breath once securing her position. The door shut softly and careful footsteps moved across the room. "What are we looking for again?" An obviously male voice asked.

"Her journal, of course," a feminine voice replied. It was Victoria.

"The chances that she wrote anything about your condition are slim to none." The male voice answered tiredly.

"Yes, but suppose she did. We would be found out and you disowned, you should show a healthy amount of fear."

Elizabeth listened quietly, trying to contain her excitement. Condition? What condition? Elizabeth knew exactly what her mistress meant.

"Ughh...! Mother has been back in here again! Whatever for I must wonder, she detested Delia above all things."

"Maybe she was suddenly stricken with guilt, who knows, who cares? Stick to the task at hand." The male replied and Lizzie gasped when she finally recognized the voice. It was George Wickham!

"What was that sound?" Victoria asked, her voice tinged with suspicion and fear.

"It was the sparrows in the chimney. Do not worry," Wickham replied.

"I do not know. I could have sworn it came from the direction of the drapes." Victoria replied and edged closer to the window. Elizabeth clapped her hands over her mouth. She could not afford to get caught.....

Part 9 (v)

Posted on Sunday, 19 March 2000

Author's note: After some thinking, I decided to add a detail to the last installation without revising the whole thing. Before Wickham and Victoria interrupt Elizabeth's snooping session, Lizzy finds a key hidden in the back of Delia's wardrobe.

"Really, Victoria, for this being your idea, you are so quick to jump to conclusions." Wickham said tiredly.

Victoria frowned and turned away from the draperies." You are right." She replied finally, and with some reluctance. She returned to the wardrobe and began looking through the clothes again.

"Ugh! No wonder Mother hated Delia, she had no taste in clothing." Victoria exclaimed and extracted a bright green dress trimmed in red. "She must have been aspiring to be a Christmas tree in this."

"Its bad luck to speak ill of the dead," Wickham said rather uneasily. Victoria did not reply and returned the dress to its hanger.

Elizabeth, still ensconced behind the curtain, was still thinking about that comment. 'No wonder Mother hated Delia so...." Why would Lady Ashton hate her own daughter? "For no particular reason," Elizabeth thought, thinking about her relationship with own mother.

Elizabeth heard the pair moving about the room and sifting through drawers. "You go look in the bedside table." Wickham told her. Victoria moved to do his bidding and after a few minutes exclaimed, "Oh, look at this! A box or something."

"Do not get so excited, its obvious that its locked." Wickham said drolly, coming to stand beside her.

"The key has to be here somewhere." Victoria answered testily, and rummaged in the back of the drawer. She found nothing. "She probably kept it in her jewelry box." Victoria said in a moment of inspiration. She ran to retrieve the object and hastily clawed into its contents. "Nothing!" She said angrily. "Can you break the lock?" She demanded of Wickham.

"No m'dear, not without making a great deal of noise. We do not want to alert your new maid to anything peculiar, not do we?" "No, of course not! But she is shiftless, she is probably cooling her heels with the rest of the servants." Victoria replied as she really knew what she was talking about.

"And speaking of that, I think we need a break, to clear our heads. Your Father just left for his offices and our dear Lady Ashton is not due back for another two hours. We could adjourn to your room and.... Well we can come back here when we finish." Wickham told her. Elizabeth immediately gagged and had to place her hands over her mouth. So that was how it was....

"I quite agree," Victoria replied wickedly and literally threw herself at Wickham.

Elizabeth did not hear anything for a moment and her mind did not want to ponder exactly what was causing this silence.

"Not here," Victoria said faintly and Elizabeth heard the door open and quickly shut. She waited a moment before peering around the drape. The room was empty and she made a dash to the wardrobe. That key was hidden.... Elizabeth found the object of her search. She then raced to the bedside table and withdrew the box. Praying fervently, she inserted the key in the lock and was rewarded with a 'click'. Sighing with relief, she raised the lid. Laying patiently in a bed of blue silk was a book. Elizabeth snatched it from the folds and opened it up. Inside were pages and pages of hand written words. A diary.... Elizabeth slipped the book into the waistband of her apron and wrapped her shawl around her more firmly. She cleverly placed the key in the box and shut the lid. Lizzy then replaced it in the drawer. She stood and quickly made her way to the door. Peering out nervously, she found the corridor empty, and then exited the room.

Part 10

Posted on Sunday, 28 May 2000

Elizabeth sat in her bed that night, anxiously looking over Delia Ashton's diaries. Its contents were intriguing to the extreme.

16 March 1885

Vicki and I have departed for Derbyshire. Our great Aunt and Uncle Wickam reside there. Mama only wants us to "make an appearance" so that we will be remembered in the will. I complained terribly, for we do not need any more money. Mama said that there was having no need for money did not exist. As usual, Vicki was the perfect picture of submission and eagerly started packing. I only hope that we can make this a quick trip...

18 March 1885

We have been at Uncle and Aunt Wickam's for only a day and I tire of it so! Vicki has already ensconced herself with Cousin George. He is devilish handsome and quite a rake from what Mama says, so he cannot be a suitable marriage partner. A few years ago, there was a great mystery surrounding him and the death of a local girl connected to him. I remembered sneaking the morning papers to my room to read the latest developments...

28 March 1885

I have just returned from the local village of Lambton. It is quaint and I should enjoy living there if I had not seen what I had. It will forever remain in my memory. I stopped at the tearoom for a spot of tea when I saw Vicki and Cousin George ride into town. I thought it strange that no one was chaperoning them, for a lady of good breeding does not accompany a man unattended. Of course, Vicki always broke the rules and with a charming smile. I watched them from the window as they left the carriage in front of the tavern and then strike out for the outskirts of town. I quickly paid for my tea and started after them, determined to follow them. Once reaching the outer limits of the village they left the road for a nearby wooded area. I hesitated for a moment, but then decided to proceed. I found them in a meadow and they were... I cannot put this delicately... Cousin George was undressing Vicki and kissing her in a fashion not befitting our familial ties. Vicki was quiet for a moment, but then put her hands up in protest. Cousin George demanded what the problem was. Vicki declared that she was with child. I thought the world had stopped. I snapped out of my trance when Cousin George slapped Vicki across the face. Vicki stared at him in horror and then launched herself upon him, hitting and cursing her. He only laughed and called her "a brainless b*tch". He kissed her and she seemed to calm down. I did not stay, but ran almost the entire length of the way to my Uncle and Aunt's house. I cannot believe that Vicki would do such a thing...

1 April 1885

We are leaving Derbyshire today. We were meant to stay for a month, but barely two weeks have passed. I know why our departure has been so quick. Vicki's condition. I wonder if she will tell Mama when we return home...

15 April 1885

I spoke to Vicki today. I told her that I knew. She was livid, her glare at me was almost murderous. She demanded that I remain silent, to which I agreed. Why would I wish her downfall?

Elizabeth turned the page. A blank sheet stared up at her. She frantically flipped pages and found nothing, except... An address? 38 Farthing Lane.

Lizzie's brow furrowed. 38 Farthing Lane? Why that is in Cockney! Why would Delia have an address in Cockney?

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