Free Newt's Emerald by Garth Nix Page B

Had she been listening at the door? Probably, she decided, as she thought back over the years of their association. Agatha had never been close to her, not like Parkins was to Lady Badgery. Strange, thought Truthful, that this had never crossed her mind before. Agatha had always been there, cantankerous and difficult, though generally efficient. But she had never shown any kindness or given the slightest hint of affection. Now, as Truthful thought of just how much Agatha had been an accepted part of the background of her life, she realised she knew very little about the maid, her true character and her private life. Or what she might have been before she came to look after a little girl of twelve.
    “I suggest that she be questioned immediately,” continued the General. “I am sure Major Harnett will be willing to assist you.”
    “Certainly!” exclaimed Harnett, as if he had been waiting for his cue. “I shall be delighted. To tell the truth, I shall welcome an opportunity to meet Lady Truthful, if all that is said about her beauty is true. Mind you, most recognised beauties have too much pride and ice bound up in their looks. I daresay Lady Truthful’s just another of those! What do you think, de Vienne?”
    “I don’t believe so, ” replied Truthful, her back stiffening. Was she a proud beauty? Were people really talking about her like that?
    “I heard she cut Trellingsworth in the Park the other day,” continued Harnett. “Cut the poor fellow dead. Just acted as if she hadn’t seen him. I mean, Trellingsworth is a fool, but to cut him like that! The man won’t recover for a week. She must be the very devil for haughtiness.”
    “Now, now, Charles,” said the General, seeing Truthful staring at Charles as if she was about to either burst into tears or brain him with the poker. “You’ve embarrassed the poor chap. Remember Lady Truthful is his cousin!”
    “What’s that matter?” asked Charles. “My sister’s an out-an-out harpy and I’m the first to admit it.”
    “Perhaps Lady Truthful really didn’t see Mr Trellingsworth,” said Truthful, which was, in fact, the case. “The Park is full of trees, and Mr Trellingsworth does tend to wear a very, very disguising shade of green.”
    Charles opened his mouth to answer, but the General smoothly interrupted before he could begin.
    “This isn’t the time for you to making commentaries on young ladies, Charles. I suggest you go and tell Westingham to bring de Vienne’s carriage around, and you can accompany him to Grosvenor Square and question this Agatha. No time like the present, I always say.”
    “But it’s almost midnight,” protested Truthful. “Surely a commotion at this hour . . .”
    “Best time,” interrupted Harnett. “She’ll not be expecting it. You can ask Lady Truthful to call her for some reason, and we’ll be waiting to question her. Simple, really.”
    “But Lady Truthful will be in bed. She retired early with a sick headache.”
    “I’m sure she won’t object if it means we recover the Emerald,” interrupted Harnett again. He stood up and rubbed his hands together, with every sign of someone who is about to enjoy a bracing adventure. “I’ll go and order the coach, de Vienne. I’ll be out the front in a few minutes. General, your servant, sir.”
    Then he was gone, almost running out the door. Truthful blinked at where he’d been standing a moment before, then looked back at the General. He winked at her, and chuckled, then burst out into outright laughter, before quieting and wiping his eyes with a red silk handkerchief.
    “I’m sorry, my dear,” he said weakly. “I should not let humour overcome me for this is really quite a serious matter. The Emerald is a very powerful talisman, and in the wrong hands . . . but fancy Charles not realising who you are! He told me, ‘There’s something dashed peculiar about that Frenchman.’ Ha ha!”
    He started chuckling again, but subsided as Truthful said primly,