The Cold Calling

‘Pretty stupid of me,’ Grayle said.

‘Anyway, the Courier said they didn’t have a Grayle Turner but they’d recently parted company with a Grayle Underhill. Wasn’t awfully hard to put two and two together.’

‘He’s mad at me, right?’

‘I suspect he isn’t terribly pleased, to be honest. He’ll get over it.’ Adrian grinned. ‘At least it means I won’t have to watch what I’m saying any more.’

‘The reason I didn’t just come and say who I was, I had a feeling of … well, of maybe something going on between Roger and Ersula. People told me all this stuff about what a ladies’ man he was.’

Adrian chuckled.

‘Well,’ Grayle said, ‘if she’d, like, got hurt — and I mean, when it comes to men, being this kind of hard-assed intellectual isn’t … you know what I’m saying?’

‘Actually, yes. One always had the feeling that behind that cool facade she was really a terribly vulnerable girl. I’m an old-fashioned sort of chap and a bit of a sucker for a lady in distress and … Well, you know, what can one say? I did rather fancy her myself. I’m afraid.’

That amiable buffoon, Adrian Fraser-Hale…

Oh, Jeez, poor Adrian.

‘Although it pretty soon became apparent that I wasn’t, you know, quite … shall we say, cerebral enough … to compete.’

‘With Roger?’

‘Roger.’ Adrian grimaced. ‘He really is such a frightful bastard.’

The Great Pyramid.

Well, a great pyramid. The one arranged in steps. All pyramids looked the same to Bobby Maiden, except this one, with the steps.

Roger Falconer was halfway up, vaguely listening to a short guy with a beard, who was having to breathe so hard to keep up with him that it was taking the edge off the theory he was airing. Falconer would listen to his companion’s stuff, with an occasional nod, and then do this expression that was nearer to a lopsided smile than a sneer but you got the idea, before sliding in some piece of superior knowledge like a stiletto, leaving the short guy spluttering.

‘Wrong episode,’ Cindy said. ‘Flick it forward half an hour.’

‘As we won’t see the end,’ Maiden said, ‘who wins?’

The phone rang. ‘Ignore it,’ Cindy said.

‘The little chap has a heart attack.’ Marcus reached for the phone. ‘But Falconer has to finish his piece to camera before calling for an ambulance, and so he dies. I’d better get it.’

‘Might be the police,’ Cindy said.

‘Better we know about it than they just show up here with their Armalites or whatever they’re sending the buggers out with these days.’ Marcus snatched the receiver. ‘Yes? Oh … Anderson.’

Oh God, Maiden thought. Really should have tried to call her at the hospital. She’ll have heard it on the radio, seen it on TV. Or someone will. Be all round the General by now.

‘… yes, I know that,’ Marcus was saying. ‘Absolutely not … If the bastard’s saying that, it’s a put-up job. Tell him where he can stick it … No, he’s all right, he … What name? … Right … No, don’t. Don’t worry … Yes, call me tonight.’

Marcus put down the phone.

‘Just reassure me that she was calling from the hospital,’ Maiden said.

‘Who’s this bastard Riggs?’

‘I told you about him.’

‘Oh, he’s the one. He’s been to see Anderson. Told her it’s an open-and-shut case and they need to put you away for your own good, that sort of thing.’

‘She tell him anything?’

‘Of course not. Solid as a rock, Anderson.’

‘And she was at the hospital?’

‘No, he came to her home. She waited for half an hour or so after he’d gone and then she went to a phone box.’

Maiden moaned.

‘For heaven’s sake, Maiden, they can’t tap every bloody phone box in the town.’

‘No. But what they can do is keep an eye on her. If she’s seen to enter a phone box at, say, nine-fifteen, they obtain from our friends at British Telecom a computer print-out of the numbers dialled from that particular box around that time.’

‘Oh.’

‘Yeah.’

‘How long before they get this address?’

‘I may not stay for lunch.’

‘Better get the hell out now then, hadn’t you?’

‘But not before we watch the video.’ Cindy picked up the remote control.

‘Video? Are you mad, Lewis? Sorry, bloody stupid question.’

‘It’s a video little Grayle was given. Of Professor Falconer’s programme.’

‘Lewis, I wouldn’t watch that shit if the only alternative was The Generation Game. ‘

‘Sit down, Marcus.’

Maiden looked over at the window and then at the clock. ‘May be advisable to fast-forward where you can.’

‘But, like, hold on … I thought you were buddies … OK, coming at it from different directions, pretending to despise each other’s approach, but it’s all good-natured banter.’

‘That’s just for the punters,’ Adrian said. ‘Roger and I really don’t have much to do with each other. Don’t have much in common.’

‘But you live-’

‘I live in a bedsit over the stables. Roger lives in the house. When he’s here. Which isn’t actually that often. He can only stand so much of the countryside. He likes dinner parties, that sort of thing. Also, he’s very much of his generation. Sometimes smokes marijuana.’

Grayle stifled a laugh; he sounded so disapproving. Hard to believe England was still manufacturing men like this.

We just sort of need each other,’ Adrian said. ‘He needs someone who can get on with people and knows all about earth-mysteries, but isn’t otherwise terribly bright.’

‘Oh, Adrian!’

Well, it’s true. I come from a long line of solid chaps who are not terribly bright, but pretty practical. I’m a useful guy to have around. Turn my hand to most things. I rigged out the Portakabins, laid Rogers’s helicopter pad. Things like that.’

‘I’m impressed.’

‘It’s a way of earning my keep when there’s no course on. You see I need him, too. Who else would employ someone to take parties on outward-bound trips to ancient sites and supervise dreaming experiments, lie in stone circles all night with a tape recorder?’

‘You love it, don’t you?’

‘It’s my whole life,’ Adrian said. ‘I put up with Roger, for as long as it’s necessary.’

‘You said he was a bastard.’

‘He uses people. He’s unscrupulous. I don’t think there’s anyone he wouldn’t use — or anything he wouldn’t do — to put himself ahead of the field. His field. He has to be, you know, pre-eminent in his field.’

‘Archaeology?’

‘Bigger than that now, his field. Embraces anthropology, psychology and the more acceptable areas of