"And why would Harry Mackay want to kill William Mainwaring?"
"Because Mainwaring was competing with him," said Alistair triumphantly.
"Oh, aye, in what way?"
Alistair hitched his chair forward. "Mainwaring bought thae cottages and crofts. Right? He got the land decrofted. He did it under false pretences. He disnae belong here. I put in ma objections to the Crofters Commission when I learned what was going on, but they told me the time for objections was long past."
"I checked up on those houses," said Hamish wearily. "One had a damaged roof and the other had no bathroom and no electric light laid on. Mainwaring bought the one for ten thousand pounds and the other for eight. Small beer to a man like Mackay who sells castles."
"You"re all the same," said Alistair bitterly. "Mackay"s a toff and ye willnae touch the toffs. It"s one law for the rich and one for the poor."
Hamish fought down his temper. He had heard Alistair trapped and shot game for sport, unlike most Highlanders, who only killed what they needed to eat. A brace of dead rabbits hung from his belt. He exuded a sort of peasant cruelty.
"I"ll look into it," said Hamish abruptly.
"Well, I"m sitting here until I get you to take down a statement," said Alistair threateningly.
Hamish looked at him thoughtfully and then his thin face lit up in a charming smile.
"Stay as long as you like, you handsome brute, you," he said softly.
Alistair Gunn stood up so quickly that the chair went flying.
"Oh, don"t go," cried Hamish. "We have lots to talk about."
The only answer was the slamming of the police-station door.
Hamish leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands behind his head and fought down the desire to go and see Jenny.
Any attraction she"d held for him had surely died when she had confessed to liking Mainwaring and to having lied about her sister. He had an uneasy feeling he had been allowed to share her bed to keep him quiet. And yet he wanted her. He wanted her very badly. Then he wanted a cigarette. Then the longing for her hit him in a second wave, more powerful than the first.
He was just convincing himself that it was all in the order of duty to ask her more questions when there was a commotion outside and then the doorbell rang.
Outside stood three couples, three schoolgirls, and the minister, Mr. Struthers.
The minister herded the party into the police station as Hamish stood aside.
"Behold the guilty!" cried Mr. Struthers, his pale eyes flashing with triumph.
Hamish collected chairs from the kitchen and waited until everyone was seated. Then he took out his notebook. He looked at the three schoolgirls, who were sitting with their heads hanging.
"I guess I am looking at the Mainwaring witches," said Hamish. "Names?"
Mr. Struthers acted as spokesman. The girls were all fourteen years old. They were Alison Birrell, Desiree Watson, and Marleen Macdonald.
Hamish p.r.i.c.ked up his ears at the sound of the names Birrell and Macdonald.
He interrupted Mr. Struthers. "Mr. Birrell and Mr. Macdonald-you are both crofters?"
Birrell was a tough little dwarf of a man and Macdonald an enormous giant. Both nodded. Their wives were sitting holding hands and sobbing.
"And Mr. Watson?"
Jimmy Watson, a dapper little man in a blue serge suit, said, "Motor mechanic."
Hamish looked at the minister. "I think it would be better, Mr. Struthers, if you took the parents through to the living-room and left me to have a word in private with the girls." He saw the parents were about to protest and added quickly, "I will not be taking statements until you are present."
Reluctantly, they shuffled out.
"Now," said Hamish, perching on the edge of his desk. "We"ll just have a wee talk."
The girls all looked remarkably alike. Two had red hair and one black, but they had the same sullen, pinched white faces and beaky noses. Bad diet, thought Hamish. Boil-in-bag meals and fish and chips.
He selected the more composed-looking girl, Desiree Watson, and said, "You, Desiree, what on earth were you thinking of to scare poor Mrs. Mainwaring?"
"We couldnae get rid o" Mr. Mainwaring," sniffled Desiree, "so we thought we could frichten his missus into getting him to leave."
"But why should you three girls take it upon yourselves to do this?"
Alison Birrell spoke up. "Will we go to the bad fire, mister?"
Hamish decided that if he rea.s.sured them on that point, he would not get another word out of them.
"If you do not make a full confession," he said, "I shudder to think what will happen."
The girls clutched each other and began to cry again.
Hamish soothed them down. Haltingly, it all began to come out. They had heard their parents complaining and complaining about Mainwaring. Mainwaring had said that Mr. Watson, the motor mechanic, had overcharged him and had reported the garage to the Consumers Council. So the girls had planned to take matters into their own hands. They had waited behind the churchyard wall until they heard Mrs. Mainwaring coming along.
After half an hour of close questioning, Hamish called the minister and the parents back in and took statements from the girls.
"Will they go to prison?" asked Alec Birrell.
"Not if they co-operate," said Hamish, thinking quickly. "This witchcraft nonsense is stopping anyone from seeing the facts of the disappearance of William Mainwaring clearly." He saw the free-lance reporter, Ian Gibb, pa.s.sing along the street outside and opened the door and called to him.
"Come along, Scoop Gibb." Hamish grinned. "Another exclusive for you."
Blair was sitting in the television lounge of the Anstey Hotel, drinking beer, when Hamish reported to him.
"What?" roared Blair. "You draft pillock. Didnae you charge them with something?"
"I did better than that," said Hamish. He told Blair of giving the free-lance reporter the story. "Don"t you see, man," said Hamish, "the sooner the press stop asking questions about witchcraft and that skeleton, the better? We"re left with the skeleton, but at least this should take some of the heat off."
"d.a.m.n waste o" time," growled Blair. "I can"t move without tripping over television cables. With Mrs. Mainwaring identifying these teeth and once the dentist in Edinburgh confirms it, the funeral will be held and that"ll be more mayhem in the press."
"Have you considered it"s going to get out sooner or later?" said Hamish. "The lobsters, I mean."
"It can"t get out," said Blair. "If it gets out I"ll lose my job, and I"ll make sure you lose yours too. Shuddup. Here"s the news."
He crouched forward, his fat hands clasped and his head bent in a ludicrous att.i.tude of prayer.
The news started off with the headlines. A bomb had gone off in Number 10 Downing Street. Intended to kill the Prime Minister, it had not succeeded but had killed two members of the Cabinet, a policeman, two detectives, and a messenger. Hamish watched in a dazed way. The next headline was that the tail-end of the American hurricane Bertha had struck the Clyde estuary. Ships had gone down, people had been killed by flying slates, trees uprooted, and cars blown off bridges.
"Oh my G.o.d," breathed Blair. "Saved by the bell. Was ever a man so lucky!"
Thoroughly sickened, Hamish walked out. The hotel was a buzz of activity with reporters packing up and photographers paying bills; the air was full of the sound of cars revving up in the car-park outside.
SEVEN.
While t.i.tian was grinding rose madder While t.i.tian was grinding rose madder His model was posed on a ladder, His model was posed on a ladder, Her position to t.i.tian Her position to t.i.tian Suggested coition Suggested coition So he dashed up the ladder and had her. So he dashed up the ladder and had her. -Anonymous -Anonymous Hamish was standing in the forecourt of the hotel, moodily watching the hectic departure of the press. Ian Gibb was running frantically from one to the other, crying, "You won"t forget? You"ll ask your editor?" Obviously he had been trying to w.a.n.gle a job on some paper in the south.
"Macbeth!"
Hamish swung around and looked at Blair, who had followed him out, his eyes quite blank. Hamish was reflecting he had never before disliked the Detective Chief Inspector quite so much as he did at that moment.
"I want ye tae go doon tae Inverness the morrow," said Blair, "and check out Jamie Ross"s alibi. The wedding was held at the Glen Abb Hotel on Ness Bank."
"But the Inverness police have already checked it out," said Hamish crossly. "There was a point at the wedding reception when no one can quite remember seeing him, but he didn"t have his car and he didn"t take the train or bus."
"Look, jist do as you are told, laddie. He was missing for a bit. See if anyone in Inverness saw him. And don"t argue. And leave the Land Rover. You can take the morning train."
Hamish opened his mouth to protest and then thought the better of it. He would be out of Cnothan and away from the town and its residents, and he might be able to think more clearly.
He nodded and turned away and walked up the village street.
Jimmy Anderson was waiting for him outside the police station. "Any more whisky?" he asked hopefully.
"Aye," said Hamish. "But I would like ye to do something for me. Do it, and I"ll get you a bottle o" the best malt."
"Okay. What?"
"There"s a Xerox machine at the hotel. Run me off a copy of all the statements and bring them along with you."
"That"ll take me ages," grumbled Anderson.
"Come on," said Hamish. "No statements, no whisky."
"I"ll see," said Anderson sulkily.
Hamish walked away, smiling. He knew Anderson would do almost anything for a free drink. He bought a bottle of whisky and went back to the police station.
Jenny was waiting for him outside. "Any chance of a cup of coffee?" she asked.
She was wearing a dress, a soft red, clinging wool one, which molded her figure. Her legs were not good, being much too plump and thick at the ankle. Hamish"s eye ran over her, looking for other physical imperfections to cool his rising l.u.s.t, but the general effect Jenny presented was one of warmth and prettiness.
As Hamish made the coffee, he told her about going to Inverness in the morning.
"Why?" asked Jenny. "Surely that end has already been covered by the Inverness police."
"I think Blair wants me out of the way," said Hamish. "He"s anxious not to find the murderer."
"Why on earth...?"
"Oh, he"s an odd man," said Hamish, remembering in time that he must not tell anyone about the lobsters.
"Can I come with you?" asked Jenny.
"No."
""No" meaning I am a suspect?"
Hamish tried to think of a gracious lie and failed. "Yes," he said.
"Do you think I did it?"
"I cannae say," said Hamish miserably. "I don"t really know you."
She stood on tiptoe and kissed the end of his nose. "I thought you knew me pretty well."
Hamish blushed and backed away.
"Oh, I see," said Jenny. "Not when you"re on duty."
"It"s not that," said Hamish. "It"s just I need to keep my mind clear."
She edged her chair round the kitchen table until she was next to him. "So I do disturb you," she said. "It wasn"t just a one-night stand."
"Of course not," said Hamish uneasily. "I am not in the habit of...I don"t...I...I..."
"Don"t what?" she giggled. "You"re blushing like a schoolgirl, Hamish."
She stood up and went behind him and put her arms around his neck. He turned his head sharply around and pressed it into the softness of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.
It was like being drunk, thought Hamish groggily an hour later.
They had been in the kitchen and next they were in his bedroom without their clothes on and he couldn"t even remember having removed one st.i.tch.
"You"re a bad man, Hamish Macbeth," he said aloud. Jenny let out a gentle snore. "A bad man," repeated Hamish. "Are you going to ask her to marry you? You should ask her to marry you."
The sharp ringing of the bell at the police-station end jerked him upright.