Molly shook her head in dismay. “Oh, Ben! Whatever made you think that money mattered to me?”
“I knew that I was not your only suitor, Molly,” he replied. “Corwin wrote and told me of the gentleman you met sometimes, the one who often walked you home at night. Corwin was never able to discover who he was, because he noticed that the man had servants always follow at a distance, armed with clubs and such, and he was afraid to get too close.”
“Oh, good Lord!” said Smythe, as he suddenly realized to whom Dickens must have been referring. “That was no gendeman, Ben! And those were no servants who followed to provide an escort! ‘Twas Moll Cutpurse and her crew of thieves!”
“Moll Cutpurse!” Burbage exclaimed. “Odd’s blood! Why in the world would our Molly have aught to do with the likes of Moll Cutpurse?”
“Because she is my sister,” Molly replied.
“Your sister!” Dickens said.
“Aye, my sister, Mary,” Molly said, sighing and shaking her head in exasperation. “She did not wish anyone to know, for fear that someone might try to get at her through me. Oh, Ben, what a horrid mess you have made of things! I would have told you the truth if only you had come to me!”
Dickens gave a snort of bitter amusement. “Her sister. Fancy that.”
“Well, now at least we know the truth about Master Leonardo,” Shakespeare said. “We may not know for certain how the poor fellow died, though I believe that I can hazard a good guess. ‘Twas a wicked scheme that Ben devised with Leonardo, and I daresay it very nearly worked just as they had planned, save for but one thing. They did not anticipate the involvement of the Steady Boys, in particular Jack Darnley and Bruce McEnery, who wanted to draw Ben back into the fold. When they were rebuffed, however, they became angry and vengeful. And because Tuck refused them also, and had the temerity to stand up to them, he needed to be taught a lesson.”
“And ‘twas a lesson that I shall not soon forget,” Smythe interjected, touching his bandaged head. “I do not know which was worse, getting knocked upon the head or having it itch so damnably. Either way, I hope to return the courtesy very soon.”
“Methinks that you shall have that opportunity before too long,” said Shakespeare. “But bear with me a while longer whilst I proceed to the next act. Our friends, the Steady Boys, were angry with Ben in part for refusing to rejoin them and in part for taking Tuck’s part in the brawl. He now needed to be taught a lesson, as well. To this purpose, they put a watch on Ben and his close friend, Corwin, whom they had little cause to love in any case, as he was becoming a rival to their master and thus to themselves, as well. They found out about ‘Master Leonardo,’ the wealthy Genoan merchant, and discovered that Corwin had become engaged to his daughter. Gossip is a scurrilous thing, my friends, and its source is often difficult, if not impossible to track, but I shall wager that the tale of Hera’s sullied virtue originated with Darnley and McEnery. Corwin would doubtless never have believed it had the tale come from them directly, but they arranged for him to hear of it elsewhere. His own jealousy and passion did the rest. And so they followed him, to see their handiwork come to fruition when he confronted Master Leonardo. And suddenly, a new and unexpected opportunity presented itself.
“I cannot say for certain what transpired between Corwin and Leonardo,” Shakespeare continued, “but I daresay that Leonardo was alarmed at this turn of events, vehemently protested Hera’s innocence, and doubtless let it go at that. There was no danger of them fighting any duel, as Ben knew perfectly well. Leonardo was, in all likelihood, no duelist nor did he wish to see their plans or his daughter’s future jeopardized. He needed to confer with Ben, so that Ben could repair the breach with Corwin. And for that very reason, when I told Ben what had happened, he needed an excuse not to follow Corwin on the instant, for he needed first to go see Leonardo and find out precisely what occurred. ‘Twould be best in any event to let Corwin’s temper cool and speak with him upon the morrow. Thus, he went straight from the rehearsal to Leonardo’s house, only he arrived too late and found him dead. Was that not how it happened, Ben?”
Dickens nodded, his lips compressed into a tight grimace. “Aye,” he said. “It all went just as you said. I found Leonardo dead and I believed that in his rage, Corwin must have taken leave of his senses and killed him.” He shook his head. “I did not know what to do. I nearly lost my mind. I could not think. I could not reason it out. No one was at home, so no one saw me come there. In a panic, I fled. I needed time to think, time to decide what I should do.”
“You still felt loyalty to your best friend,” said Shakespeare, “but you also believed him to be a murderer, and at least in part, you believed yourself to be responsible. But once you had some time to think, you realized that with Leonardo dead, your cony-catching scheme was finished. The only thing to do was get back whatever money there was left. And that was what you were doing at the house when Tuck and I came there. In truth, Ben, when Tuck and I found you there that night, I had suspected you of being the murderer. But I soon realized you were not. You were not searching for something to exonerate your friend; you were desperately searching for the money. Your money, that you had given Leonardo to help carry off the scheme. Only it was nowhere to be found, because someone else had been there first.”
Dickens nodded, grimly. “Aye. And I know who now.”
“Indeed, you do,” said Shakespeare. “Oh, the comings and the goings at that house that night! The first to leave was Hera, off to visit her friend, Elizabeth Darcie. Then the servants left to have their supper and their celebration at the Devil Tavern. As they were leaving, Corwin had arrived, doubtless in a state of temper. Soon thereafter, Corwin left, after confronting Leonardo and breaking off his engagement. Leonardo was thus left at home alone, wondering what to do. Doubtless, he hoped that Ben would soon arrive. Perhaps Corwin had mentioned to him that he had left word for Ben at the theatre. Only sadly, Ben was not the next to arrive. The killers were.”
“Poor Leonardo!” Dickens said. “If only I had not tarried at the Theatre!”
“The Steady Boys must have followed Corwin from the moment he was told of Hera’s infidelity,” Shakespeare continued, “for surely ‘twas they who had arranged it all. They must have followed him to the Theatre and from there to Leonardo’s house. They saw the servants leave and Corwin go inside. Most likely, Corwin did not stay very long, merely long enough to vent his outrage and announce that he was breaking off the engagement for having been deceived. Perhaps the Steady Boys listened at the window, laughing at how easily Corwin had been duped. Then, when he left, they went off to the nearby tavern to have a drink and celebrate. And there they found Leonardo’s servants, having a celebration of their own. Now a devilish new idea dawned upon them.
“Darnley must have formed the plan right there in the tavern. Or perhaps they had already conceived of it and merely awaited the proper opportunity. Two of them stayed to keep watch on Leonardo’s servants in the tavern. The other three went back to Leonardo’s house. The plan was to rob and murder the wealthy Genoan merchant and have the blame fall upon Corwin, for he was the last one seen coming to the house, and the word had already been spread about how he had been deceived. Thus would two birds be killed neatly with one stone. Corwin, a rival to their master and themselves, would be eliminated, and Ben would suffer as his closest friend went to the gallows, the very same friend who had once persuaded him to quit the Steady Boys. And so the deed was done. They lolled Leonardo, ransacked the house, stole whatever they could find, and made good their escape before the servants could return. Then Ben arrived, found Leonardo dead, and assumed that Corwin must have flown into a rage and killed him. Frantic with despair and guilt, he fled the house.”