‘You have become sentimental, my boy?’
‘Let me take his name off the list – they’ll never know. And get him to his father’s place till all this dies down. He’s just an infant! All ideals and soft-heartedness, with no idea what he is caught up in.’
There was a short silence before Manzerotti spoke. ‘I think the same might be said of you, Pegel.’
There was no reply.
Then: ‘I shall consider it.’
‘Thank you.’
‘Let us return to the palace, Jacob. I would like you to explain what you have been about to a widow of my acquaintance and an anatomist.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘I know.’
The footsteps retreated. Rachel looked up at her sister. ‘It rather sounds as if we should be making our way back too, does it not?’
‘Indeed it does. I hope we will hear from Michaels today.’
‘He will have found her trail, Harriet. No one is more capable. But I fear learning what he has found at its end.’
H
ARRIET ONLY HAD TIME
to tell Clode and Crowther what she had learned in the village before a note arrived asking them to meet Manzerotti in Swann’s office. Rachel and Clode went to release Graves from his watch at the Chancellor’s bedside. When they were admitted to the Chancellor’s office Harriet did not see the castrato, but instead a young man in a dark blue coat sitting in Swann’s chair. He had his feet up on the desk, his hands linked behind his head and his eyes closed. His face was rather bruised. As they entered he opened one eye and looked at them both carefully, but made no movement.
‘Manners, Pegel.’ Manzerotti’s voice spoke slowly from the window where he leaned, half-watching the activity in the courtyard. The youth rolled his eyes and sighed lustily but stood, rather awkwardly, nonetheless, and made a bow. ‘This, Mr Crowther, Mrs Westerman, is Jacob Pegel.’
‘Delighted,’ Harriet murmured and examined the youth more closely. He looked away.
‘Pegel is a … friend of mine, who has a talent for discovering all sorts of interesting information.’
‘Another spy then?’ Crowther asked, and Harriet saw Pegel blush under his purple bruises.
‘Ignore Mr Crowther,’ Manzerotti said. He joined Pegel behind Swann’s desk and put a hand on his shoulder. ‘His manners are worse than yours. Tell them.’
‘If you wish it, Philippe,’ the youth said rather stiffly, then he continued in rapid, rather rough-edged French. ‘I have got my paws on a mound of information about a group active in Maulberg. Call themselves the Minervals. I have lists of their members and a number of instructions going back and forth in cipher, and I’ve had a look at a fair few of their letters in plain text. They have a presence in various states in Germany, but they are most proud of the stranglehold they have over Maulberg. I have a note from last year speaking of Maulberg as a paradigm for the new world order.’
‘How did you break the cipher?’ Harriet said.
He shrugged. ‘I’m cleverer than they are.’
Crowther took a seat. ‘Are our victims on your membership list? Or do the instructions include their death warrants?’
Pegel glanced at Manzerotti.
‘Mr Pegel,’ Crowther said with a slight drawl, ‘I assume that what you have discovered from your espionage has a bearing on the murders in Ulrichsberg. I cannot believe we have been dragged from our coffee merely to hear you boast.’
Pegel looked at him with his head on one side and folded his arms. ‘Look, Mr Crowther, all I know of you is that you are a competent anatomist, you left one of Manzerotti’s men to be torn about by the mob – Johannes was his name, I think – and you were just quite rude to me. What gives you the right to sit down and look at me as if you are settling in for an interrogation?’
Harriet had never heard Crowther being spoken to in that fashion. He looked at Pegel as if he had two heads. He then put his fingertips together and opened his mouth to reply.
‘Forgive Pegel, Gabriel,’ Manzerotti said quickly. ‘He is very tired.’ He then turned towards the boy. ‘Pegel, my dear, Johannes did work for me I do not think I would ever ask of you. He also killed a number of people, including this lady’s husband.’
‘Oh.’
‘So you see, you cannot blame them for taking against my old friend.’
‘And I am a great deal more than competent,’ Crowther said.
Pegel unfolded his arms and clasped his hands behind his back instead. Then cleared his throat. ‘The members of the organisation call themselves the Minervals, as I say. There is, or rather was, a circle of seven individuals at Maulberg, who seemed to hold the reins of the state.’
‘And their symbol is the owl,’ Harriet said.
Pegel rocked on his heels. ‘Err, yes.’ Harriet thought she saw Manzerotti’s mouth twitch into a smile.
‘And am I right in thinking the names of those seven are our victims and Chancellor Swann?’
‘Yes. Honestly, you are good!’ Pegel said, grinning at her.
‘But this marriage was not their design, was it?’ Crowther said. ‘Even before someone began to kill them in this foul way, they had begun to lose their influence. Their control. So what made things go so terribly wrong for them?’
Pegel sat down again at the desk and started to rub his right ankle. ‘They spilled some ink on that subject, as you can imagine. There were words about the influence of “John Bull.”’
‘That must be Colonel Padfield,’ Harriet said, and she saw Manzerotti nod.
‘… and of the Toy Man.’
‘The Toy Man?’ Harriet repeated. ‘Count Frenzel, I suppose. He did collect automata once, the Al-Saids mentioned it.’
‘They are only referred to by those names. Then, towards the end of the year they speak about the unfortunate losses in their circle. Remember, Mrs Westerman, I am talking about letters written in plain language. Only when they wrote in code did they name names, state facts.’
‘But they did not see those deaths as suspicious?’
‘As I said, the word used was “unfortunate”. What has been said since you threw the cat amongst the pigeons, I can’t say.’
Crowther examined his cuffs. ‘The note Mrs Westerman found in Swann’s office?’
‘From …’ Pegel glanced at Manzerotti. ‘A gentleman in Leuchtenstadt. A suggestion of who to approach, and hopefully recruit, in the party arriving with the new Duchess. It seems events here have come too thick and fast for news to get to Leuchtenstadt.’
‘How did you manage to discover so much about them, Mr Pegel?’ Harriet asked.
‘Oh, a little play-acting. Best way to get an idea of an organisation is to make it think it is under attack. They recruit among the various orders of Freemasonry, so I made them think one of those orders, the Rosicrucians, were cutting up rough.’ He shrugged.
Harriet got to her feet. ‘So what is their aim?’
‘In general? Oh you know, a New World Order, universal brotherhood and justice, no property, no states … that sort of thing.’
‘That certainly would be new,’ Crowther said dryly.
Pegel gave a snort of laughter and Harriet found herself thinking he could only just be out of the schoolroom. ‘So who gives the orders, who leads?’ she demanded. ‘Swann said something about “secret superiors”.’
Manzerotti straightened and left his post at the window. ‘You must indulge the performer in me on that point. You will know of them soon enough. It’s really
quite
entertaining. Then I do have a rather dark sense of humour.’
Harriet looked at him steadily and he smiled, showing his white sharp teeth, then she turned back to Pegel. ‘And once they held power in Maulberg, Mr Pegel? What did they do with it? There is no universal brotherhood here.’
Pegel had the trick of youth in that his mood seemed able to switch in moments. He suddenly looked faintly miserable. ‘They did what everyone with power does in my experience, Mrs Westerman. They spent most of their energies trying to hang onto it. I imagine they told themselves that others of their kind were moving into positions of power in other states, then these “superiors” would give the word and the New World Order would magic itself into being.’
‘As lead magically transforms to gold,’ Crowther said darkly.
‘That’s it exactly, Mr Crowther!’ Pegel said, and in his enthusiasm leaned on his bad ankle and winced. ‘And just like alchemy, you end up with lead and a nasty smell.’ Even the corner of Crowther’s mouth twitched at that.
Pegel was still grinning at the idea when Harriet spoke again. ‘I suspect someone is taking a very personal revenge, Mr Pegel. Are there any references to them having done great damage to anyone? Did you see the name Kastner mentioned anywhere?’
He shook his head. ‘Mostly petty shufflings, as far as I can tell. Though after the deaths of Raben and Warburg, they talked about how cleverly they had avoided the danger posed by the Carpenter’s daughter. It was as if they wished to encourage themselves. Whatever the plot was, they seemed to think they had been very clever.’
‘I wonder if that was Frau Kastner.’
Manzerotti nodded. ‘Kastner derives from a word for Carpenter.’
‘So they
were
responsible for her slander. What a thing to boast over,’ Harriet said quietly.
‘They are as arrogant as any aristo in some ways,’ Pegel said, looking oddly distressed again. ‘For God’s sake, they even struck little medals with the owl on to hand out to lower-ranking members.’ Harriet was quiet, thinking of the woman separated from her child. ‘I have some two hundred and fifty names, and if we can seize the papers I had to leave behind, I think we may uncover more.’ He hobbled across the room and took a seat opposite them, balanced on its edge; his left leg bounced up and down as he talked. The contrast with the feline grace of Manzerotti was marked. ‘Not just in Maulberg, of course, all over Germany and Austria.’
‘That is a great number of people to be keeping revolutionary secrets,’ Harriet remarked.
‘That’s just it, Mrs Westerman – I don’t think they all are. They often recruit from within the ranks of Masonry, then just like in Masonry you ascend through ranks of the Minervals, and new secrets are revealed to you at each stage.’
Crowther leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs. ‘And how does one ascend through these ranks?’
‘Reading! And taking any number of impressive-sounding oaths. Also, a great deal of essay-writing, the aim of which seems to be that the adepts convince themselves they should give up their will and conscience to their elders.’
‘How did you find them, Mr Pegel?’
‘I met a man in Strasbourg. He had flirted with them, joined the lowest ranks, then decided he didn’t like it. They slandered him all over Leuchtenstadt, he said. It meant he had to leave and find work elsewhere. I suspected he was exaggerating, but now I am not so sure.’
Harriet frowned. ‘I wonder if that was the man who tried to get Herr Dorf to publish his article?’
Manzerotti pulled a watch from his waistcoat. ‘How time does fly when discussing these conspiracies. May I suggest, my friends, that if you have anything you wish to ask Chancellor Swann, you do it at once. It will soon be time for my little show.’
They stood, Manzerotti a little more slowly than the rest. ‘But you won’t say anything to spoil my fun, now, will you?’
W
HEN HE ARRIVED BACK
in Ulrichsberg, Michaels found the place in a state of excited delight. Bunting hung from the windows and the roofs were on fire with the flags of Maulberg and Saxe Ettlingham. He rode slowly round to the rear of the palace, stabled his horse then walked through the gardens to the fake village that was his billet. There he found Mr Graves sitting on a bench by the ornate little well, warming his face with his eyes closed. Hearing footsteps, he opened them, and sprang to his feet.
‘Michaels! How are you? I have come to escape the sick room and imagine myself back in Sussex. You aid the illusion. Did you find the girl and the book?’ He noticed the landlord’s expression. ‘Ah, no happy ending there, I take it.’
Michaels shook his head. ‘What’s this about a sick room? Any hurt come to our friends?’
‘No, no,’ Graves said immediately. ‘Come and take your rest and I shall tell you what has happened since you left.’
‘I should go and have words with Mrs Westerman.’
‘They are closeted with Chancellor Swann. Clode has been sent from the room like a schoolboy. Rest a moment. Let us exchange our news.’
‘Her name is Antonia Kastner,’ Swann said, then turned away from them and the paper Harriet held out in front of him.
‘She was the woman banished from court?’ Harriet asked.
‘Such behaviour is not tolerated here. There may be an understanding between persons of rank, but a musician …’
Harriet attempted to control her temper. She had not exactly promised Manzerotti not to throw Swann’s hypocrisy in his face. The temptation was strong.
Swann settled into his pillows. He looked more like he had when they first saw him. Imperial. Self-assured, even in his sickbed. Harriet had not expected Swann to clasp them to his bosom and call them his saviours, but his failure to show any sign of gratitude rankled. His next words did nothing to improve her opinion of him.
‘Musicians! A useless set of people, and all morally dubious. I know the Duke has a passion for opera, but I cannot see it. The tone of the court would be much improved if they were all expelled.’
‘You know her son died, while they were separated? Where is she now?’
He remained silent. There was movement in the corridor. Harriet felt her cheeks redden. She had an overwhelming desire to see Swann suffer.
‘Adolphus Glucke is dead,’ she said. Swann only had the chance to look at her, shocked, when the door was swung open and the Duke, already dressed to receive his bride, entered Swann’s chamber. He was in a coat of brilliant white satin, embroidered with golden tendrils, birds and flowers. His waistcoat was solid silver thread. Even the beauty of Manzerotti, who stood at his shoulder with Colonel Padfield and Count Frenzel, was cast into temporary shadow. Harriet and Crowther moved away from Swann, and the Duke nodded to them before taking his seat by the sick man’s bed. The Chancellor struggled to straighten his posture.