Diarmuid rubbed his hands. "Just wait till I tell my friends."
"Yes, now you"ve money, you"ll probably see them all again," said Hamish cynically, but Diarmuid wasn"t listening.
He crossed to the bar. "Well," he said cheerfully, "this does call for a celebration."
Hamish felt he had had enough. "No, we must go. Coming, Harriet?"
Harriet stood up reluctantly. Hamish was going to ask her questions she didn"t want to answer.
They walked silently together to their hotel. This time, Hamish followed Harriet into her room and looked down at her seriously. "I am not in the way of making pa.s.ses when I think they will not be welcome," said Hamish. "So what L happened?"
"Sit down, Hamish," said Harriet. Hamish sat on the edge of the bed and she sat beside him and took one of his hands in hers.
"I"m to blame." Harriet looked up at him and there was the glitter of tears in her large grey eyes. "I was...I am attracted to you. I should have let you know before, but it, was all so exciting, the murder investigation, I mean."
"Let me know what?"
"I am engaged to be married, My future husband, Neil, is an officer in the British Army. He"s due back from Hong Kong."
Hamish removed his hand. "When?"
"In London, tomorrow. I"m travelling down on the morning plane."
"You might have let me know," said Hamish stiffly. "Oh, Hamish..."
He rose. "I, too, will leave in the morning," he said without looking at her. "Thank you for all your generosity and help."
"Hamish..."
But he walked out and closed the door behind him.
He went to his room and set the alarm in case he slept in. He would catch the train to Edinburgh in the morning and from there take the train to Inverness. He lay down on the bed, fully dressed, and tried not to feel like a fool.
And then the phone beside his ear rang sharp and insistent. He reached out and picked it up.
"Hamish!" came Priscilla Halburton-Smythe"s voice.
"Priscilla."Hesatup.
"I"ve been phoning and phoning," cried Priscilla. "Where have you been?"
"Out. It"s a long story. What"s wrong?"
"I just wanted to wish you a Happy New Year."
"Oh, aye, Happy New Year, Priscilla. Still with my folks?"
"No, back at the hotel. Towser"s here. He"s fine but missing you. I had the best Christmas ever. When do you get back?"
"I"m catching the Inverness train from Edinburgh tomorrow. I"ll be in Inverness just after eight. I"ll probably stay the night with my friends, lain and Biddy, out at Torgormack, and then catch the sprinter in the morning."
There was a silence and then Priscilla said, "I"ll come and fetch you if you like. Tomorrow. At Inverness station."
"That would be grand, Priscilla."
There was another silence.
Then Priscilla"s voice, sharp and anxious. "What"s up, Hamish?"
"It wa.s.s the end of a murder inquiry," said Hamish. "I feel flat. I"ll tell you all about it when I see you."
"How come you are staying at such an expensive hotel? Glasgow police being generous?"
"No, I"ll tell you about that as well. I"d better get some sleep."
"All right, Hamish. Goodbye."
Priscilla slowly replaced the receiver. Something had happened to Hamish Macbeth and she was sure it was nothing to do with the murder case he had been on.
EIGHT.
Good breeding consists in concealing how much we think of ourselves and how little we think of the other person. Good breeding consists in concealing how much we think of ourselves and how little we think of the other person. -MARK TWAIN -MARK TWAIN The tinny alarm bell shrilled in Hamish"s ear and he started up. He had Mien asleep still dressed, and he felt hot and dirty. He had a shower and changed and then went along to Harriet"s room and tapped on the door.
He felt he had behaved very badly. She had not thrown herself at him. He had read too much into simple friendliness and he had no right to be angry with her.
There was no reply to his knock and all at once he knew she had left. He looked at his watch. Seven in the morning.
He went down to the reception desk. The night porter, still on duty, answered his query by saying that, yes, she had left. There was a letter for him. Hamish glanced at it. He could not bear to read it and shoved it into his pocket.
He had breakfast and then packed and made his way to the station to catch the Edinburgh train, stopping off on the way to buy a bottle of perfume for Priscilla. He felt he should have gone to visit his relatives and stayed with them in Glasgow for another night, but could riot bring himself to do so. Before boarding the train, he bought the morning papers.
The news of the arrest of Jessie and her husband had occurred too late for the first editions. He wondered if he would be mentioned in the later editions and then decided, probably not. Glasgow police would take the credit, not out of vanity, but simply to avoid long-winded explanations to the press about how some holidaying Highland copper came to solve the mystery.
He had had very little sleep and nodded off, only waking when a shout of "Waverly, next stop!" heralded his arrival in Edinburgh.
A group raising money for famine relief were singing Christmas carols in a corner of the station. It seemed almost indecent to hear Christmas carols in the new year.
Hamish lugged his travelling-bag to the Inverness train. Every seat was taken and he had to stand as far as Stirling. When he was finally seated, he remembered Harriet"s letter and reluctantly pulled it out. "Dear Hamish," he read. "Do not think too badly of me. I should have told you at the beginning that I was engaged. It was all my fault. I am sorry our great adventure had to end this way and please don"t feel too badly rejected. Think of me sometimes. I shall certainly never forget you. Love, Harriet."
He shrugged and put the letter back in his pocket. As the towns slid past on the road to the north, Perth, Blair Atholl, Dalwhinnie, Kingussie, Aviemore, he felt the whole business receding. Eileencraig with Jane and her health farm, Geordie and his truck seemed a million miles away. He wondered briefly if Jane and John Wetherby would remarry.
And then he arrived in Inverness. Snow was falling as he walked along the platform, the seagulls of Inverness were screaming overhead, and there was Priscilla, standing at the end of the platform with Towser on a leash.
She dropped the leash and Towser came bounding up to meet him, ridiculous, tail wagging energetically, scrabbling at Hamish in delight with large muddy paws.
"He looks well," said Hamish, dropping a kiss on Priscilla"s cold cheek, "andsodoyou." She was almost restored to her former beauty. Her golden hair had a healthy shine and the hollows had left her cheeks.
"Your mother"s cooking," said Priscilla. "Iwas going to take you out to dinner in Inverness, and then I thought you would probably like to go straight home."
"Aye, that would be grand," said Hamish, his face lighting up"in a smile.
"So," said Priscilla as she drove the hotel Range Rover out over the bridge and took the road to the north, "tell me about the case,"
Hamish began, reluctantly at first, and then all at once he was back on Eileencraig. He described all the guests vividly, with the exception of Harriet Shaw.
"And so you went to Glasgow," said Priscilla, "and stayed at that expensive little hotel. Unlike you, Hamish. Hamish?"
"I wasnae paying," mumbled Hamish.
"And who was?"
"Harriet Shaw."
"So you were a kept man," commented Priscilla coolly.
"What was she like?"
"Who?"
"Hamish!"
"Well, nice, ordinary, straightforward. Writes cookery books."
"I know, I have several of her books. She"s very good. What prompted the generous offer, or should I ask?"
". She wa.s.s helping me wi" my inquiries," said Hamish stiffly. "If she hadn"t volunteered to pay, I couldn"t even have afforded a more modest hotel."
"You could have staved with Jean," pointed out Priscilla, an edge to her voice.
Hamish cursed under his breath. Of course, after a stay with his family, Priscilla would know the names of all his relatives.
"Look," he said, "it chust happened. She was helping me wi" my inquiries."
"Oh, yes," said Priscilla flatty. "How old is she?"
"About forty-five."
"As old as that? And where is she now?"
"Gone to meet her fiance"in London."
"Oh." There was a long pause. Then Priscilla said cheerfully, "I remember seeing her on television. Pleasant-looking woman. Certainty looks a lot younger than forty-five."
"Not when you meet her," said Hamish, thrusting a knife into his memory of Harriet in order to keep the atmosphere between himself and Priscilla tight.
"Well, it"s all very odd," remarked Priscilla.
"What is?" demanded Hamish, hoping she would not pursue his relationship with Harriet Shaw any further.
"This Heather Todd, the one who was killed. Imagine writing a whole novel and your husband not even knowing about it."
"He said she was always scribbling at something and he thought she was preparing a speech for the Workers" Party."
"Still, to keep up that Communist front and yet relish reading romances. A sort of double life. Perhaps she is to be..."
"You didn"t meet her," said Hamish. "She was a nasty, irritating woman. When I told her I was in forestry because I didn"t want her to know I was a policeman, she hectored me about the destruction of the environment until I began to want to see the whole world covered in concrete. She had that sort of effect. She was a woman begging to be murdered."
"That"s what I meant," said Priscilla. "Surely to be pitied. And Jane? Are all her friends like me, mere acquaintances?"
"So it seems."
"And have you thought about that rock that Jane said nearly killed her?"
"No, why?" Hamish sounded puzzled. "I took a good look at the bathroom heater and decided the builder had been right. It was an accident, so I never got around to asking her closely about the rock or bothering to see where it had happened."
"Think of it this way," said Priscilla as they drove over the Domoch Firth bridge, "Heather liked to dress like Jane. Jessie was no doubt prowling the island on her time off long before the day of the murder, waiting for an opportunity to get rid of Heather. There"s little daylight this time of year. She could have seen Jane in the darkness, mistaken her for Heather, and shied a rock at her; Now if that had happened, and she had succeeded in killing Jane, it would really have complicated things."
"I should have questioned that further," said Hamish ruefully. "In feet, I"ve been verra lucky all round. If Harriet Shaw hadn"t been there, and herself an author to let me know all about the selling of books, and if Jessie hadn"t cracked at the sight of that red wig, it would have been difficult to prove. But the biggest mistake of all was not asking at the hotel what name the maid had used. Can you imagine? Jessie used the name Fiona Stuart, Heather"s pseudonym."
"But even if you had found out earlier, it wouldn"t have meant a thing," pointed out Priscilla. "It wouldn"t have meant anything unless you had got the idea about the book."
"That"s true," agreed Hamish. "But what about you, Priscilla? I"m surprised you stayed with my family for so long."
"I had the best Christmas I"ve ever had, Hamish." Priscilla left the main road and drove the car expertly towards the Struie Pa.s.s. "So easygoing. Such fun. And your mother is a darling."
"What about Aunt Hannah?"
"Well, that"s the odd thing. She was quite miffed that you weren"t there and felt you had deliberately snubbed her."
"That"s her way," said Hamish. "She always did like making people feel guilty."
"But she didn"t manage to spoil the fun. I slept for hours and hours and ate huge meals, played Scrabble and Monopoly, went for walks with your brothers and sisters, and went to the pub with your father. You are lucky, Hamish. I often wish I had brothers and sisters."
"You"ll have children of your own one day," said Hamish. There was a sudden constraint between mem and they drove most of the rest of the way back to Lochdubh in silence.
When they were driving along the waterfront at Lochdubh, Priscilla said awkwardly, "You left me the keys, so I took the liberty of preparing a meal for us."
"That was kind of you. Thank you."
Towser frolicked before them into the kitchen and stood wagging his tail next to the cooker and looking up at them hopefully. "I"d better feed the dog first," said Priscilla, "You go through the living room, Hamish, and put your feet up. The fire"s made up. All you have to do is put a match to it."
Hamish took off his coat and hung it up. He went into the living-room and lit the fire. Then he remembered he had bought Priscilla a bottle of perfume before boarding the train in Glasgow and was glad he had done so because there was a pile of Christmas presents from his family lying on the table and also one with a card that he recognised from the handwriting as being from Priscilla.