He led them to his car and took a large envelope from the front seat.
'How much do you know about Elizabeth Wulfstan?' he said.
'Know that she's Betsy Allgood who got orphaned, then adopted, way back,' said Dalziel. 'Needed a shrink to get her straight in her early teens.'
'Right,' said Pascoe, unsurprised at Dalziel's knowledge, though he might have raised an eyebrow if he'd realized how recently, and how, he'd acquired it. 'The shrink, incidentally, seems to have been Paula Appleby.'
'Her on the telly? Thinks cops should be injected with estrogen? Jesus!' said Dalziel. 'So what's this got to do with anything?'
Pascoe extracted several sheets from the envelope.
'These are transcripts of Betsy's memories of Dendale and after, recalled and taped during the course of her treatment.'
'You wha'?' said Dalziel taking the sheets.
He ran his eye over them quickly. He might not have Wield's almost total recall after a single reading, but when it came to sheer speed, he was county class.
'So?' he said when he'd finished. 'Lass seems to be saying, bit more grown-up like, what she told us fifteen years back in Dendale.'
'Indeed,' said Pascoe. 'I also have a copy of Dr. Appleby's final assessment as prepared for the Wulfstans. She concluded that the girl's condition was the result of her desperate need to feel secure in her new home after the trauma of losing both her parents at a time when she still hadn't recovered from what happened in Dendale, as well, of course, as her family's forcible removal thence.'
'Thence,' said Dalziel. 'I've been missing words like that. But what bothers me most is not thence, but whence did you get all this stuff? You've not been at Wulfstan's desk with a bent hairclip, I hope?'
'It's all right, sir, I wiped my fingerprints,' said Pascoe. Then he grinned and said, 'Relax. Nothing illegal. Not by me anyway. I was given them, by Arne Krog.'
'Thank God for that,' said Dalziel, relieved not so much that no crime had been committed, but that it hadn't been committed by Pascoe, whom he didn't trust not to get caught. 'But why did the Turnip give you them? And what the hell have they got to do with them bones down there?'
'There's more,' said Pascoe. 'A revised version. Or perhaps the authorized version. You decide.'
He took from the envelope three sheets of blue-lined paper covered with round, flowing handwriting in black ink.
Dalziel took them, laid them on the roof of the car, and began to read.
There was no heading.
I've been thinking about what I said to Dr. Appleby and I'm not sure I got it right. I'm alright up to where I got down to the mere and started shouting, 'Bonnie! Bonnie!' Then I think I heard someone shouting back and I know it's daft, but I never thought it were anything but Bonnie. I were wet and frightened and only seven, so I never asked myself how come my cat could talk, and when I shouted again and heard the words, 'Here, here!' I just went toward the sound.
It were coming from right near the water's edge, where the ruins of Heck were. I climbed over the fallen walls, still shouting, and again I heard the reply, and it were coming from a gap half blocked by a big stone and a lot of rubble but I managed to push some of this aside and there were space enough for me to get through. Only, it looked dark and wet down there, and I knew where it was, it was the cellar where Mr. Wulfstan kept his fancy wine. I'd been down there with Mary and it was really eery, even with the electric light on. Now it looked like the hole in our yard, I mean the yard at Low Beulah where Dad used to hose all the muck down when Mam started complaining it were like living on a midden. I used to watch muck and watter bubbling down into it and imagine what it 'ud be like to be down there with the rats and all. So I didn't fancy going into the Heck cellar one little bit, only suddenly I heard not a voice but a long meow that I'd have known from a thousand others. I didn't hesitate now. Bonnie were down there and he needed my help.
So I climbed through the gap. There were bits of rubble lying around to make a sort of staircase, and when I'd got down a bit I found I were stepping into water. It wasn't all that deep yet, just above my knees, and the good thing about it was that the bit of light coming through the hole reflected off the surface and after a while I began to see what there was to see.
I said, 'Bonnie, are you there?' and a voice said back, 'Here I be,' and it was then I made out this shape in a corner of the cellar and realized there was a man there, and I strained my eyes and I saw that it were Benny Lightfoot and he had Bonnie in his arms.
After that it happened more or less like I told Dr. Appleby.
Except that when Bonnie scratched his face and he had to let him go and I ran off with the cat, I recall Benny tried to come after me. And he got quite close and I thought he were going to catch hold of me again. I turned to try and fight him off, but suddenly he pulled up short and I could see something stretched out taut behind him, and I saw it was a chain, one end wrapped around his waist, t'other fixed to the wall.
He strained toward me with his hands outstretched, and his eyes were big as saucers 'cos his face were so hungered and waste. And he didn't look frightening anymore. No, he looked more frightened than frightening. He looked real sad and lost. And all he said was 'Help me, please help me.'
Then I turned and scrambled out, and I recall I pushed a lot of stone and stuff back into the gap, and I ran off up the fell hard as I could, I didn't know where, till I had to stop and rest. And it was then that Dad came and found me.
I think this is the truth 'cos Dr. Appleby said I'd feel a lot better when I recalled the truth of what happened and told someone, and I do feel better now I've told someone even though it's not Dr. Appleby. I don't want to tell anyone else, but, not now, not ever. All I want is to live quietly in London with Aunt Chloe and go to school and do my lessons and be a good daughter like a daughter owt to be.
When Dalziel finished reading, he turned and looked toward the sunlit remains of Heck on the edge of the bright and placid mere. He wasn't a man at the mercy of imagination, but like a movie director, he could let it loose when he chose. Now he chose to turn off the sun and bring the rain lashing down and the mist swirling in. And he chose to see a man chained to a wall under the ground with rising water lapping round his thighs. And he chose to be the man and hear someone calling what he thought was his name and feel hope rise faster than the water that rescue was close…
He thrust the sheets into Wield's hand and said to Pascoe, 'All right, clever clogs. Everything was going nice and simple till you got back in the game. Would you like to tell me what you think is going off here?'
Nice and simple didn't seem to Novello a possible description of any aspect of the investigation that she'd observed. She looked greedily at the sheets of blue paper in Wield's hands and longed to get hold of them to see what it was that had brought Dalziel to the edge of being gobsmacked.
Pascoe said, 'We'll need dental records for absolute confirmation, but for my money, the plate in the skull's enough. That was Lightfoot down there. Someone chained him up. Most likely candidate is Wulfstan. That would explain why he started climbing up the Neb recently when the drought brought the village back to the surface. Not nostalgia, not grief. Just good old guilt and worry that after all this time he was going to be found out.'
'Explain, too, why he didn't comment on the BENNY'S BACK signs,' said Wield. 'He knew he couldn't be.'
'Why'd yon lass not say anything?' demanded Dalziel.
'A terrified kid answering questions the way she thought the police wanted them answered?' offered Pascoe. 'It happens. Or it used to.'
Dalziel glowered but let this pass.
'And Wulfstan, if it were him, what was he up to? Trying to beat a confession out of Lightfoot?'
'That's one possibility, sir.'
'One? Give us another.'
'Well, it could be he had a vested interest in making sure the chief suspect in the Dendale child disappearances disappeared also.'
'Eh? Come on, lad. You going doolally, or wha'? Tell me one thing which ever suggested Wulfstan could be in the frame for any of them, let alone all.'
'Can't, sir. I wasn't there, remember?'
'So you've got nowt.'
