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Authors: Frank Tallis

Tags: #Fiction, #General, #Historical, #Mystery & Detective, #Crime

Mortal Mischief (28 page)

39
'E
XCUSE ME
, S
TEFAN
,' said Liebermann, leaning forward and sniffing around the lapels of Kanner's jacket. Kanner's posture stiffened with embarrassment and discomfort.
'Well?' said Kanner.
'Not a trace.'
'Nor should there be. This suit was collected from the cleaner's this morning and I took my shirt straight out of the airing cupboard – it hasn't been anywhere near my wardrobe.'
'Excellent. Are you ready?'
'Yes,' said Kanner, although the tone of his voice suggested quite the opposite.
Liebermann slapped his hands on Kanner's shoulders and gave him a good-humoured shake.
'You'll be fine. Trust me.'
He opened the door for Kanner who reluctantly stepped out into the corridor. They walked its length and began to climb the austere stone staircase.
'I asked Nurse Rupius to meet us at nine-thirty.'
'Max, if your experiment makes me look foolish in any way – I will expect to be compensated.'
'Dinner at the Bristol?'
'Done.'
'But you won't look foolish.'
When they reached the second floor, the two men turned along a narrow passage, on either side of which were examination rooms. 'This is the one,' said Liebermann. Pausing for a moment, he looked at his wristwatch. 'We're late.' He turned the door handle and pushed the door wide open.
Inside, Nurse Rupius and Miss Lydgate were sitting next to each other.
The nurse stood up: 'Doctor Liebermann, Doctor Kanner.'
Her cheeks flushed a little.
'Good morning, Nurse Rupius,' said Liebermann. 'And Miss Lydgate – good morning.' Turning, and gesturing towards his friend, Liebermann said, 'Miss Lydgate, you will no doubt remember my colleague, Doctor Stefan Kanner.'
The English woman looked at Kanner, her gaze limpid.
'I do not recollect being formally introduced.'
Kanner executed a small bow and advanced with caution, keeping his gaze trained on the patient.
'Doctor Kanner is here today to examine your throat,' said Liebermann. 'He has much experience of treating nervous coughs and bronchial disorders, and I would very much value his opinion.'
Liebermann took a step backwards, leaving Kanner standing on his own.
'How are you feeling today, Miss Lydgate?' asked Kanner, very tentatively.
Looking up, Amelia Lydgate stared into Kanner's bright blue eyes.
'I do not believe, Doctor Kanner, that there has been any change in my condition.'
'I see,' said Kanner, moving forward warily. As he did so, Miss Lydgate's left hand flew up and Kanner stopped dead in his tracks. The patient covered her mouth and began to cough. Kanner looked back at Liebermann who gave a single curt nod, urging his friend to proceed. Kanner took a deep breath and drew up a wooden chair.
Sitting directly in front of his patient, Kanner smiled, and said: 'Would you open your mouth, Miss Lydgate? As wide as you can, please.'
Lydgate opened her mouth and Kanner peered down her throat.
'Now, if you would just turn towards the window and tilt your head back a little . . . Good. Now say
Ahhh.'
Amelia Lydgate did as she was told.
Kanner moved his chair forward, nervously glancing down at Miss Lydgate's unpredictable right hand. He opened his medical bag and took out a small spatula.
'This may feel a little uncomfortable.' He placed the spatula on her tongue and pressed down.
'Would you cough, please?'
She coughed.
'And again – a little louder. Thank you.'
He removed the spatula and handed it to Nurse Rupius. Reaching into his bag, he picked up a stethoscope.
'Please lean forward.'
Standing up, Kanner placed the chest-piece at several points on her back and asked Miss Lydgate to either cough or breathe in deeply.
'Very good,' he said finally, removing the stethoscope. As he did so, Nurse Rupius handed him the spatula, which she had disinfected and dried by the sink. He dropped the stethoscope and spatula back into his bag and closed the hasp.
'Thank you,' he said. Then, turning to Liebermann and picking up his bag, he added: 'The examination is complete.' He was grinning with relief.
'Nurse Rupius,' said Liebermann, 'would you take Miss Lydgate back to the ward?'
The nurse smiled, and pushed Miss Lydgate's wheelchair forward.
As Liebermann opened the door, he addressed his patient: 'I'll be along in a few minutes, Miss Lydgate, after I've spoken to Doctor Kanner.'
He closed the door.
'Well,' said Kanner. 'Quite extraordinary. Remarkable, in fact.'
'See? I told you it would be all right.'
Kanner shook his head. 'So it was all because of my cologne.'
'That's right. Minister Schelling wears the same one.'
'Minister Schelling?'
'Yes, Stefan – the man who tried to rape her.'
40
C
OSIMA VON
R
ATH
was struck by the change in Frau Hölderlin's appearance. She looked much younger. Her hair had been dyed red, piled up in plaits and was held in place by a large tortoiseshell comb. She was wearing an exquisitely cut dress of scarlet tulle, with light brown doeskin shoes that matched her stockings precisely. The overall effect of the transformation was marred, however, by the persistence of her nervous blinking.
'He is a strange man,' said Cosima, 'without a doubt. However, I fear that he is also a
bad
man.'
Frau Hölderlin offered the heiress some more tea and
guglhupf
– which she politely declined.
'It was delicious, Juno – but I cannot eat another crumb.'
She appealed to her host by resting a hand on her bulging stomach.
Frau Hölderlin nodded. 'I must say,' she continued, 'I've never felt entirely comfortable in the Count's company.'
'Do you know the story?' said Cosima, nonchalantly stroking the flowered chintz of the arm of the sofa on which she sat.
Frau Hölderlin leaned forward. 'I've heard rumours, of course. Nonsense, I'm sure. That he—' She blinked twice. 'That he killed his father to inherit the estate, and then squandered the family fortune.'
Cosima laughed.
'He
is
a bad man, but I do not think that he would have killed his own father. The old Count died of tuberculosis – he wasn't murdered.'
'But how do you know that?'
'My father has business interests in Hungary – some farms and a factory – and some property in the capital. He is a good friend of Count Cserteg, whose family come from the same area.'
Cosima paused.
'And . . .?' said Frau Hölderlin, indicating that she was anxious for her guest to continue.
'The rumours,' said Cosima, 'contain a kernel of truth. It is almost certainly the case that Count Záborszky lived a dissolute life. Apparently, he spent little time on the estate and showed no interest in its management. He was always in Pest, enjoying the company of singers and other ne'er-do-wells. He was very fond of the theatre, so they say, though in truth it is more probable that he was only fond of actresses . . .'
Frau Hölderlin remembered how the Count would raise Fräulein Löwenstein's hand to his lips and let his mouth linger on her thin, pale fingers.
'Or perhaps I am doing him an injustice,' Cosima continued. 'He was sufficiently fond of the theatre to waste a good deal of his money subsidising a number of third-rate establishments which failed miserably. So I suppose it wasn't just the actresses – whose acquaintance he could have made, presumably, without making such a large investment.'
'Men can be such fools,' said Frau Hölderlin.
'Indeed,' said Cosima. 'Whatever his intention, as a result of his activities he incurred some very serious debts, which he then tried to reduce by gambling – with predictable results. When the old Count Záborszky fell ill his son appeared to take a more active role in the management of the estate. But in reality he was simply exploiting his father's weakness. By the time the old Count died there was virtually nothing left – a meagre inheritance that was subsequently deposited in a Viennese bank account. His mother and sisters were left to fend for themselves. If it hadn't been for the assistance of some of the local gentry, Count Cserteg among them, the women would have been destitute. Needless to say, the family seat and land had to be sold, the proceeds of which were absorbed almost entirely by the young Count's outstanding debts.'
'Scandalous,' said Frau Hölderlin. 'I knew it. I rarely take a dislike to someone without good cause. I do not have the gift, but I have always trusted my intuition.'
Detecting a cake crumb nestling in a fold of her scarlet dress, Frau Hölderlin removed the offending particle and discreetly returned it to her plate.
41
O
TTO
B
RAUN HAD
not expected to find himself lying on a divan in a featureless hospital room. Nor had he bargained for the doctor, whose watchful presence he could sense behind him.
'We were staying at The Grand, in Baden. There were a lot of wealthy people there, as you'd expect – it's a splendid hotel. One of the guests was a medium, a woman called Frau Henneberg. She was attracting a lot of attention, particularly from those patrons who were visiting the spa because of ill health. She agreed to hold a series of evening seances, and I attended one – just out of interest. It was a show, of course, nothing more, and I could see how the illusions were achieved: the rapping, the apparitions, the appearance of objects. One of the gentlemen present was undoubtedly an accomplice – I had no trouble identifying him. At the end of the seance, Frau Henneberg invited all those present to make a voluntary donation. I swear she must have made ninety florins. It was all so easy.' Braun stopped and slid both hands through his hair. 'How long do I have to stay like this?'
'Until the interview is finished.'
Resigning himself to the peculiarity of his circumstances, the young man sighed, releasing the tension in his shoulders.
'That's better' said Liebermann. 'I want you to feel comfortable – close your eyes if it helps.'
Braun did as he was instructed and crossed his arms over his chest. Liebermann was reminded of a corpse, and wondered whether the gesture represented some subtle communication from Braun's unconscious. Was he already unintentionally confessing to having committed murder?
'When you arrived at Fräulein Löwenstein's apartment,' asked Liebermann, 'why did you choose to run away?'
'There were police officers outside – they'd stopped Hölderlin and his wife. I thought they'd finally caught up with us. There was that business at The Danube . . . and some other business.'
'What other business?'
Braun frowned: 'It was my understanding, Herr Doctor, that I was brought here to discuss Fräulein Löwenstein's murder.'
'Indeed, Herr Braun, and it was
my understanding
that you wished to help the police with their inquiries.'
'All right,' said Braun, curling his upper lip. 'We met an old woman in Baden – a widow. She had some valuable jewellery, a diamond bracelet, a sapphire pendant . . .' He waved his hand in the air, suggesting that further itemisation was unnecessary. 'When the opportunity presented itself, Lotte took the lot.'
'Were you party to this theft? Did you assist Fräulein Löwenstein?'
Braun opened his eyes, his mouth twisting to form a sardonic smile.
'No,' he said. His eyelids came down slowly, like those of a sated cat. 'Lotte was always taking things.'
Liebermann noticed that Braun's hands were trembling a little. Yet the young man did not seem particularly anxious.
'You ran. But where to?'
'A public house.'
'Which one?'
'I don't know – a small one. It's out in Meidling . . . The landlord's a big Ruthenian fellow. I think his name's Gergo. I met a woman there. I was able to stay with her for a while.'
'What's her name?'
'Lili.'
'Was she a prostitute?'
'As good as . . .'
'So you never left Vienna. You've been here all the time?'
'Yes. The day before yesterday, I wandered into a coffee house and picked up an old copy of the
Wiener Zeitung
. It was in the evening, about eight o'clock. I found the article – you know, the one about Lotte's murder – and immediately realised that I'd made a big mistake. I went straight to the police station.'

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