A Season Beyond a Kiss (57 page)

“Another set of prints made from smaller, fancier boots followed yours at a run, scuffing up your tracks in the paddock. Yours stopped in the spot where you hauled yourself astride the mare. From there, you took the mare over the fence to get away. The other footprints turned back and reentered the stables. You saw Nell’s murder all right, Olney, and then you lit out on the mare as if your tail had been scorched. Elijah said the mare threw you off in the woods, which left you afoot for a while. You did a lot of stumbling around, like you were in a lot of pain.” His eyes raked the younger man. “Obviously the mare crippled you in some fashion.”

Olney had thought he’d have the upper hand once he faced the sheriff, but the bloke had turned the tables on him. It was evident the man relished lifting the hair off his nape by telling him what he had seen and done, as if he had been a mouse in a corner of the stable that night. It was damned disconcerting to be the one now standing with jaw hanging aslack.

Olney shook himself, managing to flatten only a few of his hackles, and finally muttered, “Yeah, I took the mare. Damn near killed me, too, she did. Tore me arm out o’ the socket when she scraped me off’n her. Later I found Birmin’am at Red Pete’s place. He an’ his missus were ‘ere all by their lonesome till I come upon ’em. Forced him ta fix me arm, I did. He tried ta tell me it weren’t him what killed Nell, even said she’d been knifed three times.” The scamp scoffed. “I only seen her stabbed once.”

“Birmingham wasn’t lying to you, Olney,” Rhys informed him. “Nell
was
stabbed three times.”

“Then he must’ve gone back ta finish her off, ’cause I only seen him do it ta her once.”

The sheriff sought to confirm in his own mind what Olney was telling him. “If the murderer actually returned to stab her twice more, then you’re saying it happened after you had lit out on the mare.”

“I’m sayin’ that, all right.”

“Did you happen to see the murderer’s face clearly at any time before your departure?”

“I seen meself a man what were all duded up in fancy evenin’ clothes an’ more’n a half head taller’n me.”

“And though you never saw his face, you can swear without a doubt that you can identify him?” Rhys pressed.

“I’da’ve known him anywhere, Sheriff. It were Birmin’am, hisself,” Olney answered emphatically. “He nearly scaredt the livin’ daylights outa me, comin’ after me the way he did. He almost caught me too, he did. If not for that fool mare bein’ there when I needed her, I’da’ve been a goner just like poor Nell. I ain’t ne’er seen me a man what runs that fast, an’ here I be, ’bout ten years younger than that ‘ere bloke.”

Rhys shot him a glance that was a mixture of surprise and dawning perception. “You say the man was very tall?”

“Yeah, I say the man was tall, ’bout as tall as Birmin’am hisself,” Olney rejoined acidly, growing vexed with the lawman’s dogged persistence. “About as tall as ye an’ that other fancy friend o’ yers, the one what makes ladies’ dresses.” He curled his lip contemptuously. “Guess he likes frilly clothes so much he had ta start makin’ ’em so’s he could hides out in his fancy ‘partment whilst he’s wearin’ ’em.”

Rhys settled an incredulous stare upon the balmy fellow. “Lest you continue in your foolish assumption about Farrell Ives, boy, let me inform you that he not only retired an undefeated boxer, but for the last ten years running he has also been the best marksman in this area. At sixty paces, he could blow your eyeballs out of their sockets without fluttering your lashes.”

“Ye sure are defensive ’bout yer friends, Sheriff,” the rapscallion challenged with a sneer. “
Now
, are ye gonna hear what I have ta say ’bout Birmin’am or not?”

  
  “I’
LL GET THE DOOR
, T
IZZY
,’’ R
AELYNN CALLED TO THE
back of the house where the young black woman had gone to bathe Jake. “Just continue what you’re doing.”

“Yas’m, Miz Raelynn.”

Raelynn stepped first to the window and cautiously looked out to make sure the visitor had a friendly face. Upon espying the sheriff, she hastened to pull open the door in some surprise. “Rhys, what are you doing here?”

Then her eyes swept past him to the street in front of the house and widened perceptively as she saw the people who had gathered there, at the forefront of which was Olney with his wrists shackled. Of a sudden, she knew why the sheriff had come. Olney had finally come forth to accuse her husband.

“Jeffrey didn’t do it, Rhys,” she declared, not even pausing to debate the question in her own mind anymore. She was now firmly convinced that Jeff couldn’t have done such a horrible deed. He was just too upright and noble to kill anyone in such a dastardly fashion. “I know he didn’t!”

“I’d like to talk to him, Raelynn,” Rhys said in a solemn tone. “Is he here?”

“Yes,” she replied reluctantly, drawing the door open all the way and stepping back to admit the large man into the hallway. “Jeffrey had another bad headache a few hours ago, and I gave him some laudanum in his food to make him sleep. It should be wearing off by now.”

“I’d really appreciate it if you’d tell him that I’m here?”

“Come in and have a seat in the parlor,” she invited reluctantly.

“Thank you, Raelynn.”

Once he had entered the house, Rhys glanced around. “Is anyone else here?”

“Just my maid and Jake. Elizabeth and Farrell got married this afternoon, and they’re spending the night at his apartment.”

A wide grin spread across Rhys’s lips. “I’m happy to hear that. They should’ve done that long time ago.”

“I’ll get Jeffrey up. You may have to wait a few moments before he comes down. He’ll need to get dressed.”

“I don’t mind, Raelynn. I’m not going anywhere.”

By the time Raelynn arrived at their bedroom, Jeff was already up and splashing water on his face. As she came in, he threw a thumb over his shoulder toward the front window, from which he had drawn the heavy draperies aside.

“What’s going on out there?” he asked, drying his face. “What are all those people doing in front of the house?”

“I think if you’d care to take note more closely, my love, you’ll find that one of them is Olney Hyde. Rhys Townsend is waiting downstairs to talk with you. Though he hasn’t said as much, I’m afraid he has come to arrest you.”

Jeff sighed wearily and tossed down the towel. “I’d better get some clothes on.”

She swept her gaze down his long, naked body, but her eyes lacked the usual twinkle of admiration. “I think you’d better. Rhys wouldn’t be unduly shocked if you came downstairs that way, but Tizzy certainly would.”

“Can you have her make me some coffee? I’m still feeling a bit groggy.” He scrubbed a hand across his brow, as if seeking to banish a lingering stupor. “I don’t know why I’m sleeping so much lately.”

Raelynn dared not reveal the reason. “I learned how to make coffee while working for
Ives’s Couture
,” she informed him quietly. “I’ll make you some just the way Farrell likes his. Strong.”

A few moments later Jeff came downstairs suitably attired in shirt, trousers and ankle-length boots. He entered the parlor where Rhys awaited him and exchanged a brief greeting with the man before facing his wife who was just emerging from the dining room with a tray upon which resided a china coffee service and two brimming cups of coffee sitting atop daintily flowered saucers. Feeling in great need of the coffee’s stimulant to clear his muddled thoughts, Jeff stepped forward and helped himself to a cup from the tray. The coffee was still scalding hot, and he had to sip it slowly as Raelynn moved past him to the sheriff.

“Would you care to have some coffee, Rhys?” she asked graciously, presenting him the tray.

“I drink mine black, just like Jeffrey,” he announced, taking up the remaining cup and saucer before leaning back in his chair.

Jeff settled on the settee, an arm’s length away, and silently patted the cushion beside him as he caught Raelynn’s eye. Giving him an answering smile, she placed the tray on the narrow table in front of them and settled into the seat beside him.

Rhys took a sip of the brew and then bobbed his head in approval. “Good coffee. Just what I needed.”

“Thank you,” Raelynn murmured, forcing a smile. It was difficult to appear relaxed when in another few moments she might well be facing Jeffrey’s arrest. “Elizabeth taught me how to make it.”

Rhys glanced up with a grin. “You two can make coffee for me anytime. In fact, I just might bring you both over to my house so you can instruct my Mary. She makes it too weak to my way of thinking. She’s always trying to save a coin here and there, no matter how weak the coffee may taste afterwards. The frugality of her Scottish blood can leave a man vexed for want of a darker brew.”

The tense silence of the Birminghams made it evident that they were waiting for him to state his purpose for being there and that no amount of easing into the subject could ease their qualms. Rhys cleared his throat and finally got down to the foul business that had brought him. Peering at his friend, he jerked his head toward the street. “I assume, Jeff, that you’ve seen the crowd outside,” he ventured and took another sip of coffee, loathing the task he was about. “Olney made sure of his reinforcements before he ever came to see me. He swears you were the one who killed Nell . . .”

“I know what he
thinks
, Rhys, but he’s mistaken,” Jeff protested. “I didn’t kill Nell. I told you what happened, and it was the truth.”

“Jeffrey couldn’t possibly have killed that girl, Rhys,” Raelynn stated once again with conviction, evoking her husband’s amazement. Readily yielding her hand to the larger one that reached out to clasp hers, she pressed on with unswerving dedication. “You’ve been acquainted with him longer than I have. You ought to know better than anyone that he’s just not capable of such a thing.”

Rhys raised a hand to forestall them. “Please, Jeff, Raelynn, let me finish. Let me assure you both that I have another suspect in mind, but to keep you safe from that mob out there, Jeff, I’ve got to take you with me. If I don’t arrest you, those people out there might decide to lynch you. Fridrich’s men have incited them to the point that they’re firmly convinced that I haven’t been doing my duty merely because you’re my friend. Now, what I’d like for you to do at the moment is to tell me if you noticed anything at all about the man who attacked you and your wife. We both know that he’s tall, fast, and if he was able to knock a man of your size into a lamppost, he’s obviously very strong. Can you think of anything else about him that may have slipped your mind? Did you happen to notice his feet?”

Jeff stared at his friend as if he had taken leave of his senses. “You asked me the same question about Olney’s feet, and the answer is still no. I was trying to stay alive and keep that butcher from killing my wife.” He frowned at the lawman curiously. “Was there something noteworthy about his feet that gained your attention?”

Rhys lifted his heavy shoulders. “I never got that close to him. I was just wondering if you might have noticed whether or not he had small enough feet to wear your boots.”

Jeff leaned back against the settee, a look of wonder sweeping over his face. “You mean the muddy boots that Cora found in my bathing chamber while you were there looking into Nell’s murder?”

“Exactly.”

“Why would the man who murdered Nell try to kill me?” Jeff asked, unable to think too clearly even yet. “It seems more likely that someone killed her to implicate me.” In growing frustration, he scrubbed a hand alongside his temple. “I’m sorry, Rhys, but I’m having trouble putting all this together. I’m beginning to think that blow on my head has left me permanently impaired.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry yourself about that, not while you’re being given laudanum. That blame stuff can make a body nigh sense . . .” Rhys halted abruptly, realizing what he had just spilled. Grimacing over his blunder, he met Raelynn’s worried gaze and silently begged her forgiveness.

Jeff wasn’t so confused that he missed the visual exchange between the two. In response he turned to his wife. “You gave me laudanum?”

Beneath his incredulous stare, Raelynn scrunched her shoulders, very much like a child drawing into a tiny shell of herself. “I had to do something to ease your headaches, Jeffrey. They were making you nauseous.”

“But I told you I didn’t want to take that stuff,” he pointed out. “I prefer the headaches over the lameness of my brain. Right now, I can’t even think clearly enough to consider everything that is being said.”

“I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,” she promised, lifting soulful eyes to his.

All of Jeff’s exasperation rapidly dissipated before his young wife’s obvious contrition. “Lord, madam, you could steal the heart from the devil himself,” he murmured in awe. Locking an arm in a fierce embrace about her shoulders, he pulled her close against him. After agonizing through the weeks of their lengthy separation, the last thing in the world he wanted now was to cause her more anguish. Dropping a kiss upon her head, he whispered against her sweetly scented hair, “Don’t fret now, love. Please, I can’t bear it.”

Rhys didn’t even attempt to curb a grin as he considered the pair. He did, however, help himself to another cup of coffee. “I suppose this means that everything is all right in your home camp, eh, Jeff? I mean, other than the fact that I’ll have to arrest you for a time.” His gaze dipped to the gentle fullness beneath Raelynn’s skirts, which in all the excitement the other night he had overlooked. “I see you’re going to have your hands full as new parents next year. My Mary and I will be busy in the same way, but I rather suspect ours will be coming before yours. First thing you’ll know, Jeff, we’ll be having grandchildren.”