The Enterprise of England (23 page)

He thrust the handkerchief back at me and waved me away. ‘Off with you. I shall finish my meal. And van Leyden will enjoy the joke when he returns.’

I was growing angry myself. ‘I beseech you, my lord, do not speak of it to him.’

‘Away with you,’ he said, turning back to the table.

There was nothing more I could do. I bowed and left the room. Embarrassed and humiliated, I closed the door softly behind me and stood for a moment leaning against it with my eyes shut, trying to control my anger.
Leicester had treated me like a stupid child. What difference did my youth make? I had not asked to be sent on this mission by Walsingham and had been reluctant and wary about coming. The increasingly bitter weather was warning enough that I would be needed at the hospital, yet here I was, kicking my heels in an alien town. When I did discover treachery at work, I was laughed at. The shock of finding Hans Viederman’s body rushed over me again and I felt sick. I had seen injuries enough even in my short life, and dead men too, but I had never before seen a murdered man, nor one in such pitiful circumstances. I was sure than Hans’s murder and the whispered conspiracy between Cornelius Parker and van Leyden were somehow connected and boded ill for Leicester, yet he would not listen to my warning.

I opened my eyes to see the Earl’s servant looking at me in concern. I had forgotten that he remained just outside the door, waiting for any summons.

‘Dr Alvarez,’ he said, ‘are you ill?’

I shook my head. ‘No, I thank you.’ I studied his face. He gave every impression of being a loyal servant to his master. I would have to take a chance. ‘But your master may be ill soon.’

‘What do you mean?’ He spoke sharply and took a step nearer to me.

At that moment I became aware of voices coming from above our heads, at the top of the next flight of stairs. One of them was van Leyden’s.

‘I need to speak to you,’ I said urgently. I looked around. ‘Somewhere that we will not be overheard.’

He gave a single brisk nod, then jerked his head toward a door opposite. ‘This way.’

It was a small service room, lined with cupboards and windowless. I wasted no time.

‘What is your name?’

‘Robert Hurst, Doctor.’

‘Well, Robert, I believe your master to be in danger. Last night I saw a man called Cornelius Parker pass a bottle of poison to that man.’ I jerked my chin up. ‘To van Leyden. He also paid him a purse of coin. I also know from an eminent merchant here in the city that Parker has dealings with the Spanish and both men are untrustworthy. Both would do anything for money. Moreover, I believe Parker may be involved in the murder of a former soldier called Hans Viederman.’

I saw that the name meant something to Hurst.

‘Because of Parker’s Spanish connections and van Leyden’s presence in this household, I believe that the poison is intended for the Earl. The Earl himself was suspicious of treachery, that was why Master Berden and I were sent here by Sir Francis Walsingham.’

The most surprising thing about our hasty, whispered conference was that Hurst did not look surprised.

‘I too have worked for Sir Francis in the past,’ he said, causing me to be the one surprised. ‘I have been in the Earl’s employ for five years now, and he trusts me.’

‘He does not trust me,’ I said bitterly. ‘Or at any rate he does not believe me. He laughed at my warning and sent me away like a chastened cur.’

‘His manners,’
Hurst said, ‘tend to be arrogant. All the more so when he suspects he may be in danger. What do you want me to do?’

‘Find the poison if you can, and destroy it. Is it possible for you to search van Leyden’s room? It is in a small phial of green glass, about this big.’ I held my finger and thumb four inches apart. ‘It is stoppered with an ill-fitting cork. That is how I managed to get a sample. It is belladonna.’

‘And if I cannot find it?’

‘Try to persuade the Earl to listen, perhaps he will heed you, even if he turns me away. And watch everything that is prepared for him to eat, especially if van Leyden goes near it. He may have a confederate in the kitchen.’

I handed him my handkerchief.

‘This stain, here, this is what leaked from the bottle. Any apothecary can tell you what it is.’

He nodded. ‘If I fail, and the Earl takes the poison, is there any remedy?’

‘The antidote derives from the calabar bean. If he shows signs of paralysis, staggering, blurred vision, fetch his own physician immediately and warn him that it is belladonna. If the poison is administered, it will be in something with a strong flavour, to disguise the taste. A rich sauce or a thick soup, perhaps.’

‘I will do everything I can.’

We both froze as we heard footsteps cross the floor outside and then the sound of the Earl’s door opening and closing.

‘Van Leyden is back,’ I said.

‘I must go back to my duties,’
Hurst said. ‘But as soon as I have the chance, I will search van Leyden’s room. Where are you lodged in the town?’

‘The Prins Willem.’

‘I know it.’

‘I must go,’ I said. ‘If you can, send me word. When we leave the Low Countries we will be returning to
England on a ship called the
Silver Swan
.’

He nodded and clasped my hand briefly. In that short time he had been transformed from a discreet servant standing in the shadows to a fellow agent of Walsingham’s. I felt a wave of relief that my instincts had proved right. We let ourselves quietly out of the room and went down the stairs as softly as possible. Without further words he saw me out of the front door and closed it behind me.

I walked swiftly away, hoping that neither the Earl nor van Leyden was looking out of the window, wondering why I had taken so long to leave the house. The sun was well up now, but there was no warmth in the air. The snow was as hard frozen as it had been before dawn. My mind churned with possibilities. If Hurst managed to find the poison before van Leyden could use it, he could take it to the Earl and, I hoped, persuade him that what I told him was true. Leicester might still make light of it, assuming the poison was intended for someone other than himself. But even in that case, would he keep van Leyden in his household? A known poisoner?

On the other hand, if
Hurst did not find the phial and van Leyden added it to the Earl’s food, could he be stopped from eating it? And if he did eat it, could he be treated in time? So many possibilities. Well, I had done my best to prevent a possible murder. What of the other murder? I found my feet, which had taken me unconsciously back to the square with the well, now driving me on in the direction of the church where I had spoken to the minister. I would go and ask him what had happened in the matter of Hans Viederman. I wondered why Hurst seemed to know the name. I cursed myself for not asking, but I had been in too much haste to warn him of the danger to the Earl.

The snow was heaped up on either side of the church steps, but someone had cleared the steps themselves. On the lowest one, Hans’s dog was lying, a picture of shivering misery, his head on his paws, but his eyes open. When he saw me he leapt down the step and ran toward me, wagging his tail and whining. I stooped to rub him behind his ears. He greeted me joyfully, weaving about my legs and licking my hand. I wondered whether he associated me with finding his master and somehow believed I could bring him back again.

‘I’m sorry, old fellow,’ I said. ‘I wish I could help.’

He followed me u
p the steps and into the church, though I was not sure whether he was allowed inside. The minister, who was himself sweeping lumps of frozen snow from the floor, smiled and shook his head.

‘I have been trying to bring him inside, but he insists on staying out there in the cold. I think he is waiting for his master. Come, Mijnheer. There is a stove in my vestry. It is a little warmer than here.’

When we were seated by the tiny stove, which the minister fed with logs, he offered me a glass of ale and some of the hard, tasteless bread the Dutch eat with their wine. Aware that I had never told him my name, I introduced myself.

He bowed. ‘I am Dirck de Veen. Minister of the
church of Sint Nikolaas.’

I bowed my acknowledgement. ‘What will become of him, the dog?’

He shook his head. ‘I don’t know. He was never truly a working dog. He was Hans’s family dog, but went to war with him. When Hans returned, with both legs gone, he trained the dog to pull that wheeled platform he used, though he could also push it along himself, the way the children move their sleds on the ice.’

‘I’ve seen them.’

‘Perhaps someone will take him on as a working dog. One of Hans’s neighbours has already tried, but he ran away at once and came back here.’

‘Could you keep him yourself?’ I was not sure why I was so concerned with the dog. It was as though by caring what became of him I could somehow make amends to Hans for what had been done to him. I had the uneasy feeling that Cornelius Parker had overheard him warning me and that had somehow led to his death.

Dirck shook his head, and smiled sadly. ‘Nee. I am afraid my stipend is very small. I have not the means to feed a large dog like that.’

‘How did Hans manage?’

‘I think he often fed the dog before himself. And some of the shopkeepers, especially the butchers, who have known Hans all their lives, took pity on them and gave them both the scraps and off-cuts of their meat.’

I looked down at the dog. ‘He has come inside the church now.’

‘Aye. It is the first time. He has taken to you.’

‘May I?’ I held up one of the pieces of dry bread.

‘Of course.’

The dog ate it swiftly and sat down beside me, his eyes fixed on my face, clearly hoping for more. I fed him another piece.

‘I really came to ask what has happened about Hans.’

Dirck sighed. ‘I reported his death to the town authorities, saying I had found him, to avoid mentioning you, which would merely have confused them. His body has been taken away to the town charnel house until the ground thaws enough for burial. It will have to be a pauper’s grave, but I have asked that he be buried here, at his own parish church.’

I nodded. ‘But what of his killer?’

‘I do not know.’ He shook his head. ‘I fear there is little chance that he will ever be found. No one knows of anyone who would want to do this terrible thing. Hans possessed nothing worth stealing, he interfered with no man’s business. He seemed to have no enemies, though he had few friends in recent years.’

‘I think . . .’ I paused. ‘It is possible that a man called Cornelius Parker might be involved.’

I saw the name meant something to the minister, who looked alarmed.

‘Not long before he was killed,’ I said, ‘Hans warned me against Parker, who may have overheard. I am here on business from the Queen’s Principal Secretary, Sir Francis Walsingham, to the Earl of Leicester. I suspect that Parker means him harm. The Earl.’

He looked even more alarmed and half rose from his seat before sinking back again.

‘Best that we keep out of it, then,’ he said. ‘Parker is a powerful man.’

‘I do not want to cause you danger,’ I said, ‘but should I tell the town authorities?’

He shook his head firmly. ‘No. That would be unwise. Parker has friends there. Best if you go back to England and forget this. Pray for Hans’s soul, as I will do.’

I was reluctant to follow his advice, which seemed the action of a coward, but there was little I could do, alone, in this foreign town. I believed him to be an honest man, and probably not a coward, though cautious. I bowed my head in acceptance, and left soon after, followed out of the church by the dog.

It had begun to snow again and the wind blew it into my face as I started back to the inn, so I did not notice at first that the dog was still following me. Only when I reached the inn and stopped to stamp my boots free of snow on the steps did I see the dog a few feet away, watching me expectantly. I should never have fed him, however poor the fare. Though I would have expected him to go in preference to one of the butchers who had fed him in the past.

‘It is no use, poor lad,’ I said. ‘I cannot give you a home. I do not even live here. You must find some other master.’

He sat down patiently in the snow and merely watched me. Already his coat was covered with a thin layer of the fresh snow. I hardened my heart and went into the inn, closing the door behind me.

When I reached my chamber, I was astonished to find Berden there, sitting on a chair in front of the fire, his boots off, toasting his steaming stockings in front of the flames.

‘Nicholas!’ I said. ‘When did you arrive? Is all well?’

‘About an hour ago. The innkeeper told me you went out before dawn. I’ve been waiting for you and trying to thaw out the ice in my blood.’

‘It has just started snowing again,’ I said, as I pulled off my boots and set them beside Berden’s to dry out. ‘When can we leave this god-forsaken place?’

‘Do you not care for
Amsterdam? I’ll wager you have had a better time of it than I have, riding about the countryside in this b’yer lady filthy weather.’