"Not a word as far as I know. But then I"m being kept out o" the investigation. Most of my day was taken up listening to residents" complaints about the press."
"You"ve worked with Blair before, haven"t you? There were those two murders over in Lochdubh. You"re a sort of vulture, Hamish Macbeth. Murder follows you around wherever you go."
"Don"t say that." Hamish shuddered. "I suppose it will have been on the national news."
"Bound to be," said Jenny. "Nothing else is happening, although the networks don"t seem to have caught on to the fact that the great British public has really no interest in foreign news whatsoever. They probably gave it two minutes after a long speech from Reagan, a longer one from Gorbachev, and practically a whole fifteen minutes on the riots in Paris."
"So people in London would see it," said Hamish. Had she seen it? And would it prompt her to return?
"So who"s in London that you want to remind of your existence?" said Jenny, her slate-coloured eyes suddenly shrewd. Hamish blushed and looked away. "Ma cousin Rory. He"s a reporter."
"On Fleet Street?"
"I don"t think there"s a reporter left in Fleet Street," said Hamish. "Rory has moved to dockland like everyone else. I was hoping he would be up. I would have phoned him, but Blair"s crouched over the police phone like a great toad."
"Go and use mine," said Jenny, tossing salad in a bowl. "You"ll find it through in the living-room."
The living-room was actually the gallery. There were easy chairs and a coffee-table. Jenny hardly ever used it herself except when working or entertaining prospective customers. There was a painting, a view of Clachan Mohr, on an easel. Hamish recognized that odd cliff which he had climbed when Alistair and Dougie had played that trick on him. That he recognized it did not surprise him. All Jenny"s paintings were representational. But it was the power in the picture, the black and boiling sky above the sinister cliff, the stark trees and bleak landscape beyond. He lightly touched the paint with his finger. Wet. And yet she"d said she had not been painting. And she had never painted with such power and ferocity before.
He phoned his cousin on the Dally Recorder, marvelling, not for the first time, how long it took the newspaper"s switchboard to answer the call. He was told that Rory was in Paris, covering the riots.
"Is that a fact," said Hamish cosily. He was addicted to gossipy long-distance calls. "And why is it your Paris office isn"t covering it?"
"The Paris office was closed down last year," said the reporter at the other end. "Who is calling?"
"This is Police Constable Macbeth. Rory"s cousin."
"Oh, you"re the one in the Highlands. Hold on a minute, till I switch on the recorder. I"d better have a word with you about this witchcraft murder."
"I cannae say anything. Phone Chief Detective Inspector Blair at Cnothan 252," said Hamish and dropped the receiver.
"Your steak"s ready," said Jenny when he returned to the kitchen. "What do I do about Towser? Does he like a knife and fork?"
"I spoil him," said Hamish awkwardly. "Put his steak beside me and I"ll cut it up for him."
"I haven"t any wine," said Jenny apologetically.
"I hae a bottle in the station," said Hamish. "I"ll be back in a minute if I can get it without Blair seeing me."
He ran out and across the road, keeping to the gra.s.s at the side of the short driveway so that his boots would not crunch on the gravel. He peered into the lounge. Blair, MacNab, and Anderson were sitting there, talking earnestly, their feet up on the gla.s.s table.
Hamish crept into the kitchen and opened the cupboard where he had put the bottle of wine. He was just about to escape when he heard Blair"s voice approaching. He jumped into the broom cupboard and closed the door behind him.
He could hear the noise of the fridge door being opened and then a hiss as Blair opened a can of beer. My beer, thought Hamish furiously.
"While we sort this thing out and wait for instructions from Inverness," Blair shouted through to his sidekicks, "we"ll send Macbeth down to Mrs. Mainwaring with thae teeth."
"Where is he?" Anderson"s voice came faintly.
"Bonking that artist over the road."
Blair"s voice faded as he went back into the lounge and closed the door.
Hamish got out of the cupboard and out of the kitchen as fast as he could. He was determined his evening with Jenny Lovelace was not going to be spoiled. He ran into Jenny"s living-room and seized the phone and dialled the police-station number. After a few moments, Detective Jimmy Anderson answered it.
"Murder!" screamed Hamish in a high falsetto voice. "Sandy Carmichael is attacking me with the meat cleaver. Murder! Oh, help. This is Jeannie at the Angler"s Rest."
He put down the phone and went to the window. Blair, Anderson, and MacNab rushed out and climbed into the Land Rover and shot off with the siren blaring.
Hamish grinned. If they thought they had got their man, they would not want Hamish Macbeth there to share in any part of the glory.
"What"s all the commotion?" asked Jenny when he entered the kitchen. "Your steak"s getting cold."
"I don"t know," said Hamish innocently. "Here"s the wine."
They had a companionable meal. Hamish washed the dishes and then politely took Jenny"s hand to thank her for the meal and say good night. He didn"t know quite how it happened, but the next moment she was pressed against him and a moment after that he was kissing her pa.s.sionately.
Towser watched in amazement as the trail of clothes up the stairs to Jenny"s bedroom lengthened. A pair of regulation police trousers sailed down from the top and landed on Towser"s nose. He snuffled at them dismally and then curled up on the trousers and went to sleep.
At midnight, Blair knocked furiously on the door. Towser raised his head and sniffed the air, and then lowered it onto Hamish"s trousers and went back to sleep. He knew Blair as well as his master did.
SIX.
Jenny kissed me when we met, Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in, Jumping from the chair she sat in, Time, you thief, who love to get Time, you thief, who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in Sweets into your list, put that in Say I"m weary, say I"m sad, Say I"m weary, say I"m sad, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say that health and wealth have missed me, Say I"m growing old, but add, Say I"m growing old, but add, Jenny kissed me. Jenny kissed me. -James Henry Leigh Hunt -James Henry Leigh Hunt Hamish awoke at dawn the next morning, dazed, bewildered, and happy. He would have liked to cuddle up to Jenny and spend a lazy morning in bed, but he did not want her to become the b.u.t.t of Blair"s coa.r.s.e remarks, and so he dressed quickly, picking up items of clothing from the stairs, and finally rescuing his trousers from under Towser.
He made his way quietly over to the police station and was just emerging innocently from his own bedroom when Blair came looking for him.
"Where was ye last night?" howled Blair. "Getting your leg over that artist bint?"
"I wa.s.s out looking for clues," said Hamish. "Miss Lovelace is a highly respectable lady. I am furthermore quite prepared to put my job on the line if you make any more filthy remarks about her by sinking ma fist right into your mouth."
Blair backed before the fury in Hamish"s eyes. "Cannae ye take a joke?" he said. "Me and the others are off to stay at the Anstey Hotel doon the road. The bigwigs are comin" up from Inverness and Edinburgh to see what we can do about keeping thae lobsters quiet. In the meantime, you take those false teeth down to Mrs. Mainwaring and let"s hear what she says."
Blair walked into the lounge as he talked. Hamish looked around the room in dismay. The ashtrays were overflowing, and there were greasy fish-and-chip papers on the coffee-table.
"And what am I supposed to do about this mess?" asked Hamish.
"Oh, get a wumman in tae clean the place and put the bill through your expenses as something else."
Furious as he was at the state of the place, Hamish was only too glad to get rid of Blair and his detectives. It meant he would have the phone to himself again.
He got into the police Land Rover and drove off before Blair could commandeer it. It would be just like Blair to expect him to walk the miles to Mrs. Mainwaring"s.
And before he even reached Mrs. Mainwaring, he had to quieten his conscience by looking for Sandy Carmichael. The moors were covered with searching policemen, but there might be something he, Hamish Macbeth, could find that they could not. He could not in his heart believe Sandy responsible for the murder. He called at Sandy"s cottage after scouring the highways and byways, only to retreat quickly as Blair"s furious face appeared at the window.
On his way to Mrs. Mainwaring, Hamish dropped in to see Diarmuid Sinclair. He nearly didn"t recognize him, for Diarmuid had shaved off his long beard. "Why the new image?" asked Hamish. "Doing it for your public?"
"Aye, did you see me on the television?" said Diarmuid. "Grand, that was. John took a video o" it and showed it to me and I thought I looked that old. Forbye, I"m off to Inverness soon to buy wee Scan a present for his birthday." Scan was Diarmuid"s grandson. "Have ye any idea what I should get?"
"How old is he?"
"Eight."
"Well," said Hamish, "I would just buy the bairn something you would like to play with yourself."
He then drove on to the Mainwaring bungalow.
Mrs. Mainwaring was packing clothes, boxes and boxes of them. There were no men"s clothes among the piles lying ready for packing, but Hamish recognized the blue-and-white sailor dress. She was obviously getting rid of all the clothes her husband had chosen for her. Mrs. Mainwaring believed her husband was dead.
"What can I do for you, officer?" she asked, as she competently went on with her packing, a cigarette drooping from her lips.
"Can you identify these? Don"t touch them." Hamish took out the false teeth, enclosed in a polythene bag. She went very still. She took the cigarette from her mouth and tossed it into the fire.
"They"re William"s," she said flatly. "He had them specially made, complete with nicotine stains, so they would not look too white and too false." She sat down, her baggy tweed skirt rucked up, displaying large areas of muscled thigh.
"I"ll take a statement from ye," said Hamish gently. "And then maybe you could call by later in the day at the police station and sign it."
She nodded. "Where did you find them?"
"My dog found them in that patch of scrub at the turn of the road outside Cnothan as you go out toward Cnothan Game."
"I knew he was dead," she said dully. "I felt it. He wouldn"t have left me alone this long. He liked tormenting me too much. Poor William."
"Mrs. Mainwaring, if that skeleton is your husband"s, have you any idea what might have happened to him?"
"No. I don"t like to think about it. It can"t be his. I don"t think it"s anything to do with him. It was put there for a bad joke."
Hamish looked at her curiously. She seemed quite calm, but shock affected people in strange ways.
"Would it upset you to talk to me about him?" he asked gently. "Tell me about his army career. He said he had something to do with M. I.5."
"Told you that one, did he?" Mrs. Mainwaring lit another cigarette. "He liked to play the retired army man, part of his act. He was a captain when he did his National Service. He was never a career officer. He just got drafted along with everyone else."
"And how did he make his money?"
She gave a horrible kind of laugh. "He married me," she said. "I was living in Maidstone in Kent with my mother, who was on her last legs. No man had ever proposed to me or looked at me, and then William came along." Her eyes grew dreamy. "He was selling cars. Mother used to make nasty jokes about car salesmen and said he was only after my money. I didn"t believe her. He had very great charm. But I should have seen through him then. I told him Mother held the purse-strings and after that I didn"t see him for a week. At the end of that week, Mother died of a heart attack, the death was published in the local paper, and William came back again, just in time for the funeral. He was very supportive. He said he had inherited an estate in Scotland. We would be married and go and live there. Mother left me the house in Maidstone and quite a bit of money. I was tired. I was old-fashioned. I had been led to believe that women did not have heads for business. William said if I transferred everything to him, he would arrange for the sale of the house and take care of everything."
"That was verra trusting of you," said Hamish awkwardly.
She went on as if he had not spoken. "So I did, and we got married, and came up here to live. I know a lot of incomers don"t like Cnothan, but I loved it, and I still do. The women were so pleasant and gentle and friendly. Old-fashioned, just like me. But William changed. I forgave him for lying, you know. This place is hardly an estate. He started nagging me and nagging me from morning till night. He hated this place, and he began to enjoy people hating him. It made him feel important. I couldn"t walk out. He had control of the money. You"ve heard of the Duke of Sutherland, the one in the last century, who was responsible for the Highland Clearances-the one who had his factors drive the crofters out of their houses so he could turn the whole of the north into a sheep ranch?"
"Of course," said Hamish.
"Well, you know how they still hate the duke in Sutherland. He had that statue of himself erected above Golspie and his memory is still so hated that people can"t bear to look at it. That tickled William. He liked going for long walks. He would often walk to the top of Clachan Mohr. He used to say that one day he would get a statue of himself put up there."
"And what is his family background?"
"Surprisingly good. Went to Marlborough, then New College, although he left after only two years without getting his degree. Went to work for a family friend in the City as a stockbroker after he did his National Service. After that, I don"t know. He was always vague about it. But something happened. His family didn"t come to the wedding. He has two sisters and a brother living. They won"t have anything to do with him."
"Have you their addresses?"
Mrs. Mainwaring went over to a desk and fished out an address book. She copied out three addresses on a slip of paper and handed it to Hamish.
"Can you put those b.l.o.o.d.y teeth away?" she said sharply.
Hamish put the polythene bag back in his pocket.
"You will inherit his money if he is dead, will you not?" asked Hamish.
"I"ll get my own money back, if that"s what you mean," said Mrs. Mainwaring drily.
"Now about those houses and crofts he bought," said Hamish. "What did he plan to do with them?"
"If you ask me, he planned to go on using the land for his sheep and let the houses rot. I pointed out time and again that he could sell the houses and keep the croft land, but he enjoyed the locals" fury. They hated him for letting two good houses stand there decaying. Somehow, he had led them to believe he hadn"t much money. He worked hard in the beginning at getting everyone to like him. He wasn"t a complete stranger. He had been up on visits before; this aunt was the only member of the family who still liked him. And so they accepted him as a crofter without question."
"Now, Mrs. Mainwaring, it takes a very strong motive to kill a man, that is, if your husband has been killed. Have you any idea who might have done it?"
"It could have been pretty much anybody," she said. "I can"t help you there."
Hamish asked several more questions, got the address in Edinburgh of the dentist who had supplied the false teeth, and then took his leave.
Mrs. Mainwaring shook hands with him, waved goodbye, and as soon as the police Land Rover was out of sight, she sank down in a chair, holding her large body in her arms to stop the uncontrollable shaking.
As Hamish drove up to the Cnothan Game and Fish Company Cnothan Game and Fish Company, he was stopped a few yards before he reached it by a police barrier behind which swarms of press were being held at bay. The barrier was raised to let him through. He saw the yard was full of plain-clothes officers. Blair and several high-ranking policemen were watching the operations.
Blair saw Hamish approaching and went to meet him as Hamish"s lanky figure descended from the Land Rover. Hamish grinned. Blair was determined that Hamish Macbeth should not meet any of the top bra.s.s.
"Did she recognize the teeth?" demanded Blair.
"Aye," said Hamish. "They"re Mainwaring"s all right. How"s the big hush-up going?"
"It"s going jist fine. n.o.body"s going to talk, least of all Jamie Ross."
Hamish pushed back his cap and scratched his head thoughtfully. "Have ye thought what"s going to happen when you get your man, or woman, and he or she appears in the dock? What about the evidence? There"ll be an even bigger scandal in the press if they find out you"ve been suppressing vital evidence."
Blair went scarlet. His mind hadn"t worked as far in advance as that.
"Don"t you worry, sonny," he growled. "Leave important matters like that to the high-ups. Now, get back to that station and type up Mrs. Mainwaring"s statement."
But instead of going to the station, Hamish drove back to Sandy"s cottage. There was a strange policeman on duty. He shrugged when Hamish said he wanted to look around and said, "Help yourself."