Free Much Ado About Murder by Simon Hawke Page B

William's other self?" said Smythe. "Aye, there does seem to be a sort of family resemblance."
    Shakespeare's eyebrows raised. "You don't suppose… ?"
    "Certainly not!" Smythe said. "What an astonishing idea!"
    "Any more astonishing than a knight of the realm galloping about the countryside as a common highwayman?" countered Shakespeare.
    "Aye, perhaps not, when you put it that way," Smythe replied. "Still, they are much more different than the same. Moll's speech has a Highland ring to it, which tells me for a certainty that she did not grow up in England, as did Sir William. And their faces are both shaped rather differently. Sir William's has a sharp and hawkish cast, whilst Moll's is rounder, with somewhat gentler features."
    "But you said that you could not see her all that clearly."
    "I saw her clear enough to know her face again. I could not tell you for certain what the precise hue of her hair was, whether 'twas black or chestnut rather than auburn, or if she was more pale than ruddy, but I believe that I would know her features."
    "Then you must be sure to point her out to me if we should chance to pass her in the street," said Shakespeare. "I wonder what she was doing with our Molly."
    "I was wondering the same," said Smythe. "Moll and Molly. Two women with the same name, or near enough, and yet they could not be more different. Of course, 'twas not her real name, Moll Cutpurse, but her canting name, as she admitted to me. I wonder who she really is. Truly, 'tis a different world these people live in, what with their own made-up names and manners of speech, even their own society, with its own rules."
    "One might say the same of the queen's own court," said Shakespeare. "Save that with the thieves guild, we have less pomp and more circumstance. Did you think to ask our Molly what she was doing abroad with such a wolf's head?"
    "How could I? Then she would know that I had followed her."
    "And are you ashamed of that? Were your motives less than honorable in that regard?"
    "Surely, Will, you know me better! Besides, you know that my affections are already spoken for."
    "Aye, indeed, I do know that, my friend. But when it comes to women, men oft' do such addle-pated things as to defy and mystify all those who know and love them. Although, once all is said and done, Molly is a much more suitable object for the affections of a player than your Elizabeth, who stands well beyond your humble reach, as I have told you more than once."
    "Indeed, you have," said Smythe, "but I assure you nonetheless that any affection that I have for Molly are the affections of a friend and not a lover."
    "Then why are you afraid to tell her that you followed her tonight?"
    "Why? Well, because… because she might not understand my motives."
    "Which were concern for her safety and well-being, purely as a friend, of course."
    "Just so, precisely."
    "Just so, my rump and bollocks," Shakespeare said. "You followed her for no other reason than that you were curious to see who it was that she was meeting and what would transpire between them."
    "Not so," Smythe replied. "I went out to take a walk, so as not to disturb you at your work, and when I saw Molly come out all alone, why, I was going to offer to escort her home, as the streets are not safe at night—"
    "And on how many previous nights had you offered to escort her home, out of concern for her safety and well-being, as you put it?" Shakespeare asked. "Or was tonight merely the first time that the notion of her safety and well-being alit upon your chivalrous young brain? How long has she been working at the Toad and Badger, hmm? She has been in service here ever since we came to London, and yet you never once before evinced an interest in her safety!"
    "Well… I… I suppose it simply never before occurred to me…"
    "Nay, it did not, Tuck, which is just my point. You followed the girl out of simple curiosity and nothing more. You followed her because you, my friend, are as curious as a