celebrate!â
âThatâs an interesting way of putting it,â Wiki said thoughtfully. â E hoa âmy friendâtell me, did he check his timepiece a lot?â
âNot that I noticed. Why should he do such a thing?â
âHe didnât seem as if he was expecting a man to call for a message?â
âI really couldnât tell, old fellow. As I said, I doubt I exchanged five words with the chap. He was right near the top of the table, while I,â George said rather broodingly, âwas placed near the foot.â
Wikiâs lips twitched. âThe guests were seated in ranking order?â
âNo! Virginia gentry are disgustingly democratic! There was a whole fleet of midshipmen from the Relief storeship between me and the head of the table, along with a quartet of lobstersâmarines, if you please!âfrom the Peacock. I didnât know a single one of âem, and I have not a notion why I was placed below the salt.â
Wiki concentrated on a twist in the splice he was making and then said, âI donât suppose you took note of what he was wearing?â
âWhat? Who? Stanton?â Rochester cast his friend a startled look and said, âNot particularly. Why should I? Coat, vest, trousers, white shirt, white stock, I guessâno different from the other blessed civilians there, not that there was many of them. â
âAnd a top hat?â
âGreat heavens, Wiki, I havenât the foggiest idea! He was not in my boatâhe could have worn a varnished hat with a pretty pink ribbon and I wouldnât have known.â
Wiki tucked and tidied loose strands in the splice as he remembered what Stanton had looked like when he had arrived on the riverbank to find his wifeâs corpseâwearing the outfit George had described, except for riding boots, which George wouldnât have noticed because everyone was seated at the table. Indeed, it was likely Stanton had traveled to and from Newport News by horse. After getting home and hearing the grim tidings of the discovery of his wifeâs corpse, he must have ridden headlong from the plantation to the riverbank. It was no wonder he looked so disheveled.
George Rochester said curiously, âWhy are you asking all this? What does it matter what he wore or what mood he was in?â
Wiki pursed his lips as he used a fid to knock the splice into shape. Finally he said, âThe sheriff asked me to keep on thinking about the identity of the man who came to the plantation house.â
âWell, I can assure you that it canât have been Tristram Stanton,â George said rather testily.
âYou and a passel of midshipmen and marines most surely canât be wrong,â Wiki dryly agreed. âYet both servants were so positive it was Stanton they saw.â
âIt mustâve been an imposterâjust as I heard you say to the sheriff.â
So his conversation with the sheriff had definitely filtered down the skylight, Wiki realized, and he wondered if Stanton had overheard it, too. âAn imposter had to be sure that Tristram Stanton was not at home,â he said. âThough I guess it was commonly known heâd be up at Newport News.â
âStrangely enough,â said George, his brows lifting as he took on a meditative expression, âthat ainât so. Heâd begged off the Pierce banquet on account of wanting to spend the night at his laboratory in Norfolk, tidying up before departure. We was all surprised to see him there.â
âWhat!â
âThe man has no blessed mannersâhe simply changed his mind and went along. What his hosts thought, I canât imagine,â said Rochester virtuously. âI suppose they simply smiled and laid another placeâbut donât it go to show that the fellowâs a perfect philistine?â
â E hoa, what it goes to show is that he has the luck of the devil! If he hadnât changed