The Mozart Conspiracy by Scott Mariani Read Free Book Online

always sending me his notes, keeping me up-to-date on his research. I was funding him, so I think he felt obliged. I never had much time to read the stuff, and then when…when he had the accident, I couldn’t bring myself to look at it any more. He even posted me something on the day he died. I’ve never opened it.’ She hung her head, sipped her wine, and went on. ‘But in the last couple of months I’ve started getting the idea of carrying on where he left off.’
    ‘You mean finish his book for him?’
    ‘Yeah. I think I’d like to do that in his memory.’ She pointed over her shoulder with her thumb. ‘I had all his notes sent over from Monte Carlo. They’re still packed up in one of those boxes over there.’ She smiled. ‘You think it’s a crazy idea?’
    ‘Finishing his book? No, I think it’s a great idea. You reckon you can do it?’
    ‘I’m a singer, not a writer,’ she replied. ‘But it’s an interesting subject, and yes, I reckon I can do it. Maybe it’ll be good for me, too. You know, help me come to terms with death, and loss.’
    Ben nodded thoughtfully. He filled their glasses. The bottle was empty now, and he thought about fetching another. ‘Mozart’s death,’ he said. ‘I thought people already knew what happened to Mozart.’
    ‘That a jealous rival composer poisoned him?’ She chuckled. ‘That old theory. It’s just one of those myths that got blown up.’
    Ben held up his beaker so that he could watch the dancing flames filtered redly through the wine. ‘What was Oliver’s angle?’ he asked.
    ‘He said his research uncovered a whole new take on the Mozart murder theory. That’s what made his book so important.’
    ‘So who did it?’
    ‘I think he believed it might have been the Freemasons,’ she said.
    ‘A bunch of guys in sashes with one trouser-leg rolled up.’
    She looked at him hard. ‘Oliver took it seriously enough.’
    ‘Why would the Masons have gone and done something like that?’
    ‘Because of The Magic Flute .’
    ‘The opera you mentioned. Is there more to that, or am I supposed to guess?’
    ‘The Magic Flute is full of Masonic symbolism,’ she explained patiently. ‘Secrets that Masons are sworn to protect.’
    ‘So how did Mozart know all these secrets?’
    ‘Because he was a Freemason himself.’
    ‘I didn’t know that. So, what? He blabbed, and they knocked him on the head?’
    ‘That’s the idea. I don’t know much, though.’
    ‘Should make for an interesting read.’ Ben smiled. ‘And where was Oliver getting all this stuff from?’
    ‘From Dad’s discovery,’ she said. ‘Remember?’
    He did. ‘The letter.’
    Leigh nodded. ‘It was the centre of his research. The book’s named after it. The Mozart Letter’
    He was about to reply when Leigh’s phone rang. She fished it out of her pocket. ‘Leigh Llewellyn.’
    Ben could hear a man’s voice on the other end. Leigh listened, frowning. ‘I’m not at the Dorchester any more,’ she said. A pause. ‘I’m at my country house, Langton Hall…What’s this about?’
    Ben couldn’t make out what the caller was saying. He watched Leigh closely.
    Her eyes opened wide. ‘Oh my God…The whole place?’ Pause. She looked agitated. ‘They weren’t touched? No…OK…’ Another pause. She put her head in her hand, ruffling her hair. ‘All right,’ she said quietly. ‘I will…thanks for letting me know.’
    She ended the call with a deep sigh. ‘Jesus,’ she muttered.
    ‘What is it?’
    ‘That was the police. My flat in London…it’s been torn apart.’

Chapter Eight
    Vienna
    Detective Sergeant Markus Kinski never forgot a face. And when he’d spotted the woman across the crowded square he’d instinctively followed her.
    It was a cold afternoon in Vienna and snow threatened from a heavy sky. She filtered through the crowds of tourists and shoppers. She was wearing a navy-blue cape and matching beret, casual but expensive. Kinski was hanging back thirty yards,