"Yet you say you didn"t kill your husband."
"I didn"t have to. He ran away."
"Did he come back?"
She laughed. "No, he didn"t come back."
"Did you kill him and leave him to rot in the ice house?"
"No."
"It would have been a sort of justice, wouldn"t it?"
"It certainly would."
"The Phillipses, or should I say Jeffersons, believe in that kind of justice, don"t they? Did they do it for you, Mrs. Maybury? Are they your avenging arm?"
It was always at this point that Phoebe"s anger threatened to spill over. The first time he put the question it had come like a blow to the solar plexus. Afterwards, she was better prepared, though it still required iron self-control to keep from tearing and gouging at his hated face. "I suggest you ask Mr. and Mrs. Phillips that," she always said. "I wouldn"t be so presumptuous as to answer anything on their behalf."
"I"m asking you for an opinion, Mrs. Maybury. Are they capable of exacting vengeance for you and your daughter?"
A pitying smile would curl her lips. "No, Inspector."
"Was it you who struck down Miss Cattrell? You say you were in bed, but we only have your word for it. Was she going to reveal something you didn"t want revealed?"
"Who was she going to reveal it to? The police?"
"Perhaps."
"You"re such a fool, Inspector." She smiled humourlessly. "I"ve told you what I think happened to Anne."
"Guesswork, Mrs. Maybury."
"Perhaps, but in view of what happened to me nine years ago, not unlikely."
"You never reported it."
"You wouldn"t have believed me if I had. You"d have accused me of doing it to myself. In any case, nothing would have induced me to have you back in the house, not once I"d got rid of you. In some ways I was luckier than Anne. My scars were all internal."
"It"s too convenient. You must think me very gullible."
"No," she said honestly, "narrow-minded and vindictive."
"Because I don"t share your taste for melodrama? Your daughter is very vague about what frightened her. Even Sergeant McLoughlin only thinks he heard someone. I"m a realist. I prefer to deal in fact, not female neurosis."
She studied him with a new awareness. "I never realised how much you dislike women. Or is it just me, Inspector? The idea that I might be getting my just deserts really appeals to you, doesn"t it? Would I have saved myself all this misery if I"d said "yes" ten years ago?"
Invariably it was Walsh who became angry. Invariably, after a bout of questioning, Phoebe would get in her car and drive to the hospital to sit at Anne"s bedside, ma.s.saging her hands and talking to her, willing her back to consciousness.
Diana"s interrogations probed and prodded her connection with Daniel Thompson. She couldn"t control her anger against Walsh in the way that Phoebe did and she frequently lost her temper. Even so, after two days, he could still detect no flaws in her story.
He tapped the pile of correspondence. "It"s perfectly clear from your letters that you were furious with him."
"Of course I was furious," she snapped. "He had squandered ten thousand pounds of my money."
"Squandered?" he repeated. "But he was doing his best, wasn"t he?"
"Not in my view."
"Didn"t you have the business checked before you agreed to invest in it?"
"We"ve already been through all this, for G.o.d"s sake. Don"t you listen to anything?"
"Answer the question, please, Mrs. Goode."
She sighed. "I wasn"t given much time. I spent a day going through the company books. They seemed in order, so I made over the cheque for ten thousand. Satisfied?"
"So why do you say he squandered your money?"
"Because as I got to know him, I realised he was supremely incompetent, may even have been an out-and-out rogue. The figures I saw had been heavily ma.s.saged. For example, I now think he inflated the company"s a.s.sets by overvaluing his stock and I have discovered he was also using his employees" National Insurance contributions to keep the business afloat. The order books I saw were full, yet after three months he had sold virtually nothing and the little stock he had at his factory apparently had nowhere to go. His PR was a joke. He kept saying that word-of-mouth would spread and the thing would take off."
"And that made you angry?"
"G.o.d give me strength," she said, raising her hands to heaven. "Do you need it spelled out? It made me livid. I was conned."
"Do you know anything about Mr. Thompson"s disappearance?"
"For the last time, no. N-O, no."
"But you knew he"d disappeared before we told you."
"Yes, Inspector, I knew. He was supposed to come here to explain what was going on." She leaned forward and banged her fist on the letters. "You"ve got the date and the time in front of you. He never turned up. I rang his office and was told he wasn"t there. I rang his home and was given a flea in my ear by his wife. I rang his office again a couple of days later and was told Mrs. Thompson had reported him missing. I went to the office the next day to find some very angry employees who had not been paid for three weeks and had just discovered that their insurance contributions had not been paid for nearly a year. There has been no sign of Daniel Thompson since. The business is bankrupt and a lot of people, not just me, are owed a considerable amount of money."
"Frankly, Mrs. Goode, anyone who invests money in see-through radiators should expect to lose it."
Ice-blue eyes, he thought, had a capacity for murderous dislike that the greens and browns lacked. The epithets she now applied to him were unprintable.
"It"s your pride that"s hurt, isn"t it?" he said with interest. "Your amour-propre. I can easily imagine you killing someone who made a fool of you."
"Can you?" she snapped. "Then you"ve an over-active imagination. No wonder the police have such a poor detection record."
"I think Mr. Thompson did come here, Mrs. Goode, and I think you got as angry with him as you are with me, and you hit out at him."
She laughed. "Have you ever seen him? No? Well, take it from me, he"s built like a tank. Ask his silly wife if you don"t believe me. If I"d hit him, he"d have hit me back and I"d still be sporting the bruises."
"Were you sleeping with him?"
"I"ll make a confession," she conceded. "I found Daniel even less fanciable than I find you. He had wet lips, very like yours. I don"t like wet lips. Does that answer your question?"
"His wife denied any connection between him and the Grange."
"That doesn"t surprise me. I"ve only met her once. She didn"t approve of me."
"Did Fred and Molly know about this investment of yours?"
"No one here knew."
"Why not?"
"You know b.l.o.o.d.y well."
"You didn"t want to look a fool."
She didn"t bother to answer.
"Perhaps Fred and Molly did your dirty work for you, Mrs. Goode?"
She ma.s.saged the beginnings of a headache. "What a nasty manipulative man you are."
"Did they, Mrs. Goode?"
She studied him thoughtfully. "No," she said. "And if you ever dare ask me that question again, I"ll hit you."
"And be arrested for a.s.sault?"
"It would be worth it," she said.
"You"re a very aggressive woman, aren"t you? Did you take out your aggressions on Miss Cattrell?"
She punched him on the nose.
Jonathan tapped his mother on the shoulder, then bent forward and looked at Anne. "How is she?" She was off the critical list and had been removed from Intensive Care to a side room on a surgical ward. She was attached via a catheter and a plastic tube to an intravenous drip.
"I don"t know. She"s very restless. She"s opened her eyes once or twice, but she"s not seeing anything."
He squatted on the floor beside her. "You"re going to have to leave her for a bit, I"m afraid. Diana needs you."
"Surely not." Phoebe frowned.
" "Fraid so. She"s been arrested."
She was visibly surprised. "Diana? Whatever for?"
"a.s.sault on a police officer. She punched Inspector Walsh and gave him a nose bleed. She"s been carted off to the nick."
Phoebe"s mouth dropped open. "Oh, lord, how funny," she said, beginning to laugh. "Is he all right?"
"b.l.o.o.d.y but unbowed."
"I"ll come. We"d better get hold of poor Bill again." She looked down at Anne. "Nothing I can do for you at the moment, old girl. Keep fighting. We"re all rooting for you."
"I"ll bring Jane in later," said Jonathan. "She wants to come."
They walked into the corridor. "Is she up to it?"
"I"d say so. She"s coped fantastically since it happened. We had a long chat this afternoon. She was more objective than I"ve ever known her. Ironically, the whole thing may have done her some good, silver linings and all that, made her realise she"s tougher than she thought she was. She likes the Sergeant, by the way. If they want to question her again, we should press for him to do it."
"Yes," said Phoebe. "Apart from anything else, he saved Anne"s life. That would always commend him to Jane. She dotes on her G.o.dma."
Jonathan linked his arm through his mother"s. "She dotes on you, too. We all do."
Phoebe gave her rich laugh. "Only because you haven"t discovered my clay feet yet."
"No," he said seriously. "It"s because you"ve never pretended they were anything else."
They walked on and disappeared round a bend in the corridor. Behind them, Andy McLoughlin inched with the embarra.s.sment of the eavesdropper from where he had been hiding in a recessed doorway.
d.a.m.n Walsh and his b.l.o.o.d.y pattern, he thought. Logic was fallible. It had to be.
He showed his warrant card to the Sister. "Miss Cattrell?" he asked. "Any change?"
"Not really. She"s getting restless and opening her eyes which is a good sign but, as I told the Inspector, you"ll be wasting your time if you want to interview her. She could come out of it any moment or she could be like this for a day or two. We"ll let you know as soon as she"s up to talking."
"I"ll stay for a few minutes, if that"s all right. You never know."
"She"s in side ward two. Chat to her," the Sister encouraged. "Might as well make yourself useful while you"re here."
He hadn"t seen her since she had been taken away in the ambulance and he was shocked. She was even smaller than he remembered, a tiny, shrunken thing with bandaged head and ugly, sallow skin. But, even unconscious, she seemed to be smiling at some private joke of her own. He felt no l.u.s.t-how could he?-but his heart warmed with a sense of recognition as if he had known her a long time. He pulled the chair close to her pillows and started to speak. There was no hesitation for he knew, without thinking, just what would give her pleasure. After half an hour he ran dry and looked at his watch. She had moved once or twice, like a child in her sleep, but her eyes had stayed firmly closed. He pushed his chair back. "That"s it, Cattrell. Time"s up, I"m afraid. I"ll see if I can get you alone again tomorrow." He touched her cheek with his fingertips.
"You"re a mean sod," she mumbled. "Give me "Tam o" Shanter." " She opened one eye and glared at him. "I"m dying."
"You"ve been awake all the time," he accused her.
She opened the other eye and there was a twinkle amidst the confusion. "Was Phoebe here?"
He nodded.
"I remember Phoebe being here. Am I at home?"
"You"re in hospital," he told her.
"Oh, s.h.i.t. I hate hospitals. What day is it?"
"Friday. You"ve had a two-day snooze."
That worried her. "What happened?"
"I"ll find a nurse." He started to get up.