‘Well, only because of the graves there. They’re very small memorial stones. They were disappearing completely.’
‘When was it last cleared?’
‘I really don’t know,’ said Alton. ‘It was already deteriorating when I came to Withens.’
‘Have you noticed any disturbance in that particular area?’
‘Well, not really.’
‘Not really? Was there something?’
‘There’s litter left. Beer cans, that sort of thing. Sometimes you can tell people have been in that part of the churchyard at night branches broken off the trees, ground trampled. Once or twice, somebody has tried to start a fire.’
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‘It’s out of sight from the road, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, indeed. That’s the problem.’
‘Mr Alton, do you know who comes into the churchyard at night?’
Alton looked a little more nervous.
‘Children? Teenagers?’ said Fry.
‘Yes, I think so. Usually. But I can’t imagine they would do anything like this …’
‘Any particular youngsters you might be able to identify?’
Alton grimaced. ‘Of course. The Oxleys.’
Thank you, sir. DC Cooper will make sure you get back home to Withens.’
Ben Cooper had noticed Tracy Udall’s Astra in the car park at West Street, and guessed she must have been summoned to a divisional meeting that had been taking place upstairs. When he found her, she was in the locker room, cleaning her rigid handcuffs, oiling the boss and ratchet bar with WD40.
‘Cholera?’ said Cooper.
His dictionary defined cholera as an acute communicable bacterial infection of the small intestine by vibrio choleras, derived from the ingestion of food or water contaminated by human sewage containing the micro- organism. It said the symptoms included the rapid onset of a profuse, white, watery diarrhoea, with muscle cramps, vomiting and progressive fluid loss, resulting in death within a few hours.
Cooper had very soon started feeling unwell.
‘I mean, cholera!’
‘It was a result of the conditions the navvies lived in/ said Udall. ‘You know, the shanty town?’
‘Yes.’
‘They not only had poor food and no health-and-safety regulations, they also weren’t provided with any clean water or any toilet facilities. Their food and water got contaminated by human sewage, and men started dying of cholera by the dozen. Some are buried at Woodhead Chapel, above the A628.’
‘But others are buried in the churchyard at Withens.’
That’s right. It’s ironic, when you think about it. Well dressing is supposed to have started after the Black Death. The villages that escaped being affected by the plague credited the purity of their local water supply for protecting them. So they revived the tradition of
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blessing the wells as a way of saying thank you. I think Tissington was one of the first.’
‘Some of them probably still believed they were propitiating the water goddess in those days/ said Cooper.
But Udall was right. Those Derbyshire villagers did have good reason to be thankful, fn the middle of the fourteenth century, Black Death had killed a third of the population of England. Villages like Tissington were very lucky not to have been touched. Five hundred years later, though, it had been cholera that had taken the lives of the navvies building the Woodhead tunnels and living in their pitiful shanty towns.
‘So the other well in Withens is avoided because it’s on the wrong side of the churchyard - below it, where the cholera from the bodies buried there could get into the water supply?’
‘It’s nonsense, of course.’
‘But you understand how that fear might have arisen. Those men died from drinking contaminated water in the first place/
Udall dried the handcuff grip and reset the handcuffs to preload.
‘You know, a lot of people use the tip of a ballpoint pen to double-lock their cuffs/ she said. ‘I always think that looks a bit unprofessional - it gives the impression you’ve lost the key and you’re trying to pick the lock with a pen.’
‘Some people do lose the key/ said Cooper. ‘Or forget to take one with them/
Udall sniffed. ‘Some people seem to want trouble. They go in as if they want a suspect to turn violent. Not me. These handcuffs are the most important bit of equipment I have, and learning touch’n’cuff has been a godsend. It’s saved me a lot of trouble from arrests over the last few years. I’ll be happy if I never have to draw a baton. A lot of my arrests don’t know what’s happening. The first time I touch them, they’re under my control. Then I tell them they’re under arrest. And they come like lambs, by and large/
She eased the handcuffs back into their pouch and patted it, almost with affection.
‘Do you think it helps being female?’ said Cooper. He had seen plenty of male officers who had exactly the attitude that Udall had described. When they went in to a situation, it was as if they wanted trouble, either because it made them feel macho, or because they liked the adrenalin rush from the risk of injury, he wasn’t sure.
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‘Oh yes,’ said Udall. ‘They take one look ai me, and they’re lulled into a false sense of security. They don’t realize how dangerous I am.’
