by Madison Kent
Dinner was in approximately an hour, so, for now, they were free to mingle with the distinctive crowd. Madeline saw Oliver almost at once. Emma was leaning against him, whispering something in his ear, to which he was smiling. They looked remarkable together, but Madeline wondered whether Emma, being so sought after, would ultimately have a hard time staying with any man for long.
Madeline barely crossed the room when she felt a light tap on her shoulder. When she turned around, she saw the handsome face of Jeffrey smiling at her.
He said, "I am delighted that you came, and may I say you look quite lovely today. I believe your gown is more beautiful than even Emma's."
To that remark, she doubted his sincerity. For Emma's elaborately frock in crème satin, with golden roses and fine lace thread throughout the garment, gave her the appearance of a princess. She looked like an angel that had dropped from heaven. Still, she was pleased that he had been so gallant in his remarks.
"You are too kind, Jeffrey. I am happy to see a friendly face, and to have someone to converse with. I'm sure there will be much to talk about. I assume you have heard about Lonnie?" Madeline asked.
"Yes. Oliver came to inform us about it, but we had already heard. I was rather surprised by his reaction."
"I know. Oliver was quite upset when I saw him," she concurred.
"Upset? What do you mean? We must be speaking of two different Oliver's. He acted relieved that the competition was out of the way now. He said he thought Emma might have considered marrying Lonnie. His family are quite well off, with well-known clout with the powers to be around here. Oliver's family is wealthy also but does not have the stature in the community that Lonnie's has."
"Your words stun me. He genuinely seemed grieved and angry over what had happened to his friends, and also the findings of Inspector Davis."
"Perhaps I overstated his reaction. As for Inspector Davis, I don't know what the man is thinking to come to such an easy conclusion without any evidence. I heard him say myself that he believes the case settled. An easy case of jealousy, revenge, and repentance. Overcome by remorse and to atone for murdering Clifford, supposedly Lonnie poisoned himself. That is what the Inspector and the town are saying," Jeffrey said coarsely, gritting his teeth as he spoke.
"I have only known Oliver for a short time; still it would be terribly disappointing if he genuinely feels that way."
"Oliver―he is a master of disguise. He won't admit it to anyone, but I think he would like to marry Emma more than anything else in the world. He has said that with their combined wealth, most of it hers, that he could travel and have a life of luxury―living abroad has been a long-time dream of his."
"It is clear what you think about Oliver, but what do you think of Emma?"
"It is difficult to form an opinion about her. I think she thoroughly enjoys the men chasing her, and the attention she receives. I'm not sure she wants to settle down and be with only one, but I do know she would like the freedom to live away from her parents. She thinks them peculiar and eccentric."
"In what way?" asked Madeline.
"She said they're just odd. They tell her nothing about their business, the reason for their frequent trips, or anything else of importance. Emma believes she is shut out of their world, that they don't trust her to be involved and don't believe her to be an adult. She's tired of them treating her like a spoiled child."
"An interesting family―I wonder if I might get the pleasure of speaking to any of them today."
"It is unlikely that you would get a chance to converse with the parents. The mother and father stay close to their friends. You might have a better chance with Emma; she likes to mingle to obtain the latest gossip.
"Would you like to dance? I'll see if I can steer you toward Mrs. St. Fleur, so you can see who she is," Jeffrey offered.
"Wonderful. You sound like a detective yourself."
"I can tell you this. I'm very interested in understanding what happened to my friends. Between you and me, I believe there is someone in this house today that knows the answer to that."
"What an intriguing thing to say? Now, I won't want to leave!" Madeline said playfully.
Jeffrey twirled her around the gleaming dance floor while a full orchestra's music wafted through the air. She could not dismiss the thought from her mind that Oliver had not been truthful with her. She wondered if there might be a more sinister side to him after all. When they approached Oliver and Emma, he nodded to her and smiled in such a way, as if he and Madeline shared a secret. She decided she would have to get to know him much better to determine who the real Oliver was.
"Ah―there she is―the eccentric Corinne St. Fleur. Her jewelry alone could dazzle anyone. It's just not right that anyone should be that wealthy! More's the pity, it isn't me," Jeffrey sighed.
Corinne's gown was not elaborate, but as Jeffrey said, her diamond necklace, rings, and cameo broach were stunning. She carried herself as if she were a queen, keeping her head so erect and looking upwards as if tilting it downwards to meet the rest of the inferior world might be too much for her. Her smile was tight and unnatural―but her voice was commanding and firm. Madeline was taken slightly aback by her, a feeling she was unused to since a child. But Mrs. St. Fleur's intimidating mannerisms were on full display.
When they sat down for dinner, Madeline was disappointed that she was at the farthest end of the grand banquet table, with no interesting prospects for conversation, except for Jeffrey. The Montgomery's were positioned closer to the St. Fleur's and the other prominent families. Nothing of particular interest happened until he walked in.
There was the usual chatter in the room. But when he was escorted in, and seated next to Mrs. St. Fleur, the voices in the room grew louder, with heads turning left and right, making comments to each other. The 'he' being, none other than, Inspector Davis. Madeline peered at him as if he was an odd piece in a curiosity shop. The man did not have the demeanor for such a crowd, yet he appeared to be comfortable, despite his gruff exterior. Anyone could see he was not a blue blood. He looked silly to Madeline in his formal dinner wear―like a best-quality saddle on an old, broken-down horse. The audience would soon find out the reason for the inspector's presence at the right hand of Corinne.
A distinguished white-haired man, average in height―perhaps five-foot-six, physically well-built and looking younger than his years, stood.
Jeffrey softly spoke, "That's Mr. St. Fleur."
"Welcome to everyone who has been so gracious to attend tonight's benefit for the family of Clifford St. Alder, who the Lord called home. Although Clifford's parents were not able to attend because of their emotional state, they have asked me to extend their thanks to you.
"Now, we also have invited someone, respected by this community for his untiring devotion to serve and protect us, Inspector Davis. He is here to inform you of the latest development, in this case," concluded Mr. St. Fleur.
Inspector Davis stood, coughed to clear his throat, and in his usual raspy tone said, "Good evening. I see we have the most distinguished residents of our city in attendance. It has been my good fortune to watch over this city for the last twenty years. I have known most of you since you were youngsters, and now see your children grown and becoming great citizens, also.
"We recently have had an unusual occurrence. I am speaking of the murder of Clifford St. Alder.
"We have been blessed to have very few such crimes in the last few years. It has touched everyone, but besides the immediate family, it also brought great unhappiness to the St. Fleur family. We now know young Clifford had intended to ask Miss Emma to be his wife.
"Of course, most people here are also acquainted with Lonnie Armstrong. We knew him as an upstanding youth, but, unfortunately, his unrequited love for Emma stirred something sinister in him. It is as old a story as they come. We have strong evidence that supports the fact that Lonnie murdered Clifford in a jealous rage, probably by drowning, and then in abject remorse, took the poison that ended h
is life."
There were audible gasps from the attendees, and Mr. St. Fleur had to ask for quiet.
Davis continued, "Let me say this community is once again at peace. There is no longer need for alarm that a murderer is walking around in our fair city. Again, I thank you for your support, and if anyone wishes to speak to me further about this matter, they are welcome to come down to the station during the week. Now, let us have an enjoyable evening, and I hope you will give generously to the poor St. Alder family."
Madeline was held spellbound by his oratory. She wasn't sure whether she was more shocked or dismayed. There was a toast to Inspector Davis after his address, and it was clear that her objectionable feelings were in the minority. Jeffrey, however, looked shaken by the inspector's words. He leaned over to her and quietly said,
"Madeline, I sometimes think the older population has lost their mind. I've known Lonnie since we were small children―he did not commit this crime. I will speak to you later about it; this is not the place to do that."
The people nearest to Madeline espoused the attributes of Davis, and she felt there would be no benefit to her discussing her opposition to his narrative.
After dinner, they were again escorted into the large hall where the orchestra was playing. People gathered into intimate groups, with only a handful who graced the dance floor. Conversations could be overhead, and they were speaking about Inspector Davis and the information he conveyed to them.
Madeline turned to Jeffrey and said, "Would you mind if we dance? I am hoping to get nearer to Mrs. St. Fleur. Isn't that her over there?"
"It is, but I don't see what you will accomplish. I doubt that she would acknowledge you, even if you were to bump into her. She'd probably cough, snarl at you, and walk away."
Madeline laughed at this supposition and said, "That's all right. My feelings won't be hurt. I must try to speak with her."
The orchestra abruptly stopped. Mrs. St. Fleur asked for everyone's attention and stated, "I can't tell you how overwhelmed I am by your generosity thus far to one of our own, the Alder's. At the conclusion of our affair tonight, you may still donate by contacting Mr. St. Fleur."
Madeline and Jeffrey had inched up toward Corinne, and when she finished speaking, Madeline positioned herself directly in front of her.
Madeline feigned, "Pardon me, Mrs. St. Fleur. I am Madeline Donovan and wished to thank you for your invitation."
Corinne replied curtly, "Donovan? I'm sorry, I don't recall your name."
"I am staying with the Montgomery family. I am attending as their guest."
"I see," was all she replied, looking over Madeline's head, in an attempt to ignore her.
"It must be of great concern to you that your daughter has lost someone so dear to her."
Corinne tilted her head back down, and her lips tightened into a straight line, as she remarked, "I'm sure the events of our city are of no concern to you, Miss Donovan. As you have heard, this matter is now settled. We shall soldier on as the people in our city always do. I don't know where you are from, but perhaps you are not familiar with that concept."
Madeline attempted to reply, but St. Fleur snapped open her fan, waved it in front of her face, and walked away from Madeline, without a second glance.
Even though she expected that Corinne might behave in such a manner, Madeline was embarrassed and felt her face flush.
"Well, that was plainly spoken," said Jeffrey.
Madeline stated, "I...I don't know what to say. I can't image being on the wrong side of someone like that. There is something powerful about the way she conducts herself. It is not commendable, but you cannot deny she is a force to reckon with."
"I have some thoughts on that matter, but I couldn't say them in front of a lady such as yourself, " he said in a brusque tone.
Madeline observed, "I see they hurried the inspector out. I am assuming he is one of them in name only."
Jeffrey replied, "Yes. The St. Fleur's don't want him mixing in with their people, and possibly saying something they don't want him to. The aristocrats control Davis. He has a nice, cushy job that allows him to do more fishing than protecting. I believe he'd like to keep it that way. Who knows how many crimes were not thoroughly investigated, or simply discarded because the rich people wanted it that way?"
"The night has been interesting, but I believe I am ready to leave. I think the Montgomery's will stay till the end. Could I possibly entreat you to take me home?" she asked of Jeffrey.
"Certainly. I will have the doorman bring my carriage around."
She informed the Montgomery's of her wishes and then rode away with Jeffrey.
"Look at that beautiful Florida sky. I never get tired of experiencing the temperate Southern nights and observing the stars in all their glory," offered Jeffrey.
"I have only recently known this loveliness, and I agree. I've never seen sunsets like those here, the distinctive hues of sugary pink and azure blue are breathtaking.
"But tell me what was it that you wished to speak to me about? You were about to tell me something about Lonnie?"
"Clifford, Lonnie and I attended school together, went to church together, and we played together for years. Of course, when Lonnie and Clifford became enamored of the same girl, Miss Emma, there was a rift between them. How could there not be? But there always remained a civility, with neither threatening each other or saying harsh words. It was as if there was an understanding of that familiar adage, "let the best man win".
"I cannot imagine that the Armstrong family, and their friends, will not be appalled by this accusation.
"I believe there will be pressure to squash this investigation, and that Davis will comply. He may appear as a country bumpkin, but I think he's more like a fox. He knows what's good for him, and letting this matter slip away is what some powerful people want, and he is willing to conform," concluded Jeffrey.
"The people I've met tonight and their opinions made quite the impression on me. I could certainly assess their desire to let this matter drop from overhearing what they were saying.
When they toasted him, I think it was obvious the murder investigation was over as far as they were concerned."
When they arrived home, Jeffrey bid her farewell and added, "I will be in touch if I hear any news."
"Good-night, Jeffrey, and thank you for sharing this unusual evening with me."
Chapter Six
A New Alliance
After dreaming of a man holding a dark figure under water until their death―she found it difficult to sleep―she woke several times and felt frightened and alone.
The Montgomery family had returned late; she thought it was after one in the morning when she heard the horses galloping up the road.
In the morning, she was anxious to talk with Emily. She dressed and was delighted to see that they were about to serve breakfast.
Emily greeted her, "Good morning, Madeline. We didn't wish to wake you. I was about to have Charlotte bring you up a tray, but I am happy to see you've come down. Did you enjoy yourself last night?"
Madeline hesitated for a moment before replying; she did not wish Emily to know her true feelings, at least, not yet.
"I learned so much about your community and the way they see the world. It certainly proved to be a stimulating evening, as I have never been to such an event before. My Father and I do not travel in such elite circles," Madeline replied.
"Once you get to know them a little better, I'm sure you will see what fine people they are.
"Wasn't it wonderful news to hear that the matter with the Clifford boy is done. My, my―what a stain on our city, but I hope this terrible occurrence will not spoil things for us. We've always maintained such a peaceful little hamlet," Emily sighed.
For the first time since she met Emily, she heard words from her that could mirror what Mrs. St. Fleur said. She had wondered how the Montgomery family could fit in with such a crowd. However, Emily's beliefs now dissolved her questions.
; "Jeffrey had a different opinion about that. He was adamant that Lonnie could not have killed a cat, yet alone his friend," Madeline stated.
She was about to continue when Edgar interjected,
"Madeline, you strike me as a perceptive and intelligent woman. These young men were childhood friends. I'm sure you would agree that he could not accept his friend was capable of murder. I found it difficult myself to believe it ever even happened. It will be good to return to our way of life, and let this unseemly gossip die down.
"What is your opinion of Mrs. St. Fleur? Isn't she impressive?"
Madeline knew it was impractical for her to tell the truth pertaining to her thoughts about Corinne.
"She is everything I imagined her to be. It was thoughtful that she obtained the donations for Clifford's family."
Emily added, "Yes. She is the pillar of the community, and I hope you will be delighted to learn we were invited to tea today."
Madeline smiled. She had felt there was no hope that she would encounter the inaccessible person again.
"That's wonderful. Did you tell her I would be attending?"
"Of course. Why?" Emily asked.
"No particular reason. I thought I might not be welcome."
"Nonsense. I'm sure she will charm you today. Corinne has that way about her."
"I am looking forward to it," said Madeline.
She wanted to scowl at her words but knew it was not only inappropriate, but it also would not serve her purpose to have Emily believe she had a negative impression of Corinne.
She would have time for a bath and to write to Hugh before they left.
August 30, 1889