by interrogation, then the meeting with Hereward by his car would have been strong circumstantial evidence.
Pascoe wondered how far he had intended to go. Would his actions have been merely diversionary or was he willing to go the whole hog and confess in order to protect his grandson?
And how far would Nigel have let him go? There was in this boy, Pascoe suspected, a broad vein of the tough self-interest which characterized both his brother and, by report, his father.
'What about Mr Spinx?' Balderstone now demanded. 'Hadn't Annie rung him and asked him to give her a lift?'
Pascoe wondered if Dalziel had outlined his theory to Balderstone or if the local man had arrived at the same conclusion independently.
'I don't know anything about Mr Spinx,' said the boy emphatically.
'All right, son,' said Balderstone unexpectedly. 'That'll do for now. Mrs Fielding, we'll have to take Nigel down to the station with us, you realize that. You may accompany him, of course, just as you or your representative may be present at any further interrogations. Perhaps you'd like to put some overnight things together for the lad.'
As Bonnie left the room, Cross entered.
'I've got a statement of sorts from the old man,' he said. 'He doesn't half ramble on! The doctor's here now and he's given him a sedative. I thought there'd be plenty of time for another go later, when he's more himself.'
'Yes,' said Balderstone. 'Plenty of time. Would you take Nigel out to my car, Sergeant?'
The boy turned at the door and said very formally, 'Good night.'
'Watch how you go, son,' said Dalziel. 'By the way Sergeant Cross, I've been meaning to ask, you ever catch your chicken thief?'
'No, sir,' said Cross.
'We served chicken tonight. I've a notion Papworth supplied them. We never did find where he was the night Mrs Greave disappeared. And his room stinks. A word to the wise.'
'Thanks,' said Cross, ushering the boy out.
'Well, sir, that seems to wrap it up,' said the Chief Inspector. 'I was surprised that the mother was so co- operative, but it looks as if we'll have a nice detailed confession all signed and sealed before we get to bed.'
'It's good for the soul,' answered Dalziel. 'What's your guess – manslaughter?'
'Not for me to say,' answered Balderstone. 'You'll call to see me tomorrow, sir, and we'll get what you've got to say down on paper too? Then it's back to your own patch.'
'That's it,' said Dalziel. 'Eight sharp on Monday morning.'
'Right then. I'm sorry how it's worked out, all this,' said Balderstone making a vague gesture with his hands. 'Tell Mrs Fielding we're waiting in the car.'
He left and Pascoe came out of the bay.
'You still here,' grunted Dalziel.
'You forget, my in-laws have gone off home in my transport. Perhaps I should ask Balderstone for a lift.'
'No. He'll be crowded. You come along with me. I'll just put my gear together.'
'You're leaving?' asked Pascoe in surprise. Such diplomatic gestures were not usual in his superior.
'I can hardly stay on, can I?' said Dalziel. 'Not after… well, anyway, it's back to the Lady Hamilton for me. Fitting, really. That's where it all started. Which reminds me.'
He stuck his head out of the door and shouted, 'Charley!'
After a few moments, Tillotson appeared. With him was Louisa. On the whole, Dalziel decided, studying the effect of their almost identical silk tunics, Tillotson was the curvier of the two.
'Is it true?' asked Charley. 'That you've arrested Nigel, I mean?'
'Yes, it is,' said Dalziel. 'I'm sorry.'
'Poor sprout,' said Louisa. 'I told you no good would come of it.'
'But you couldn't foresee this!' protested Tillotson.
'Not precisely. But I could foresee something, which is more than you could do. It takes you all the time to foresee past your stupid pointed nose!' snapped Louisa.
'Don't be ridiculous, Lou,' said Tillotson. 'All Hank did was fix Nigel up with a bit of sex. My God, I sometimes wish he'd fix me up.'
The fist came snaking out in the same fierce, uninhibited punch as before. Tillotson, in whom familiarity seemed to have bred faster reflexes, managed to duck and take the blow on his temple. Even so he staggered a pace backwards and the girl had gone by the time he recovered. Dalziel wisely avoided involvement this time.
'Why did she punch you in the Lady Hamilton?' he asked. It was a question that somehow he had never got round to asking.
'Much the same thing,' answered Tillotson, gingerly touching his head in search of a wound. 'She said it was disgusting, especially as Conrad, her step-father, had been having it off with Mrs Greave too. I told her I didn't blame him, I wouldn't mind myself, and bang! I was knocked flat.'
'You mean you knew? You all knew? About Nigel and Conrad and Annie? Then you must have suspected what had happened when Annie's body was found?'
'Certainly,' said Tillotson. 'You didn't have to be a detective to work that out. Nigel will be all right, won't he? He's only a boy. I say, we made a hell of a lot of cash tonight. We've just been counting it up in the kitchen. Shall I show you the figures?'
'Go away!' said Dalziel. 'Just go away.'
He went upstairs to pack. In the hall he passed Ellie who glowered at him inimically from the shadowy corner she was sitting in. They did not speak.
Before going to his own room he went along the landing and tapped at Hereward's door. There was no answer and he peered inside. The old man's head lay on the pillow, still majestic in repose. He breathed deeply and regularly. It was good to see him looking so peaceful, thought Dalziel approaching the bed.
'I'm sorry about all this, Herrie,' he said. Apologies were easy to the sleeping and the dead. He turned to leave but as he did so, the old man's eyelids flickered and his thin tenor piped almost inaudibly. 'Oh the life of the spirit's a very fine thing But you can't be a monk without flogging your ring.'
Then the regular ebb and flow of his breathing resumed.
Downstairs with his case, Dalziel found Pascoe and Ellie waiting for him. Bonnie had left with Balderstone, Pascoe told him.
'Did she say anything,' asked Dalziel pointlessly.
'No.'
In the car on their way to Orburn the trio sat in silence for the first five miles. It was Ellie who broke it.
'I suppose we should congratulate you,' she said suddenly.
'What for?' asked Dalziel.
'Coming through with flying colours. All these temptations to act like a human being and you still managed to be true to yourself. The patron saint of policemen must be proud of you. You've told the truth and shamed the devil!'
'Aye,' grunted Dalziel. 'I'm glad to see marriage has mellowed you.'
He pressed viciously on the accelerator and the car leapt forward. Pascoe sitting in the back rammed his knees into the back of Ellie's seat, partly as a safety precaution and partly as a warning. His married life was going to require many such warnings, he told himself. He didn't rate his chances of being a Chief Constable by forty very highly.
'There are still some things I don't understand,' he said in what Ellie called his let's-change-the-subject tone of voice.
'Me too,' said Ellie.
Pascoe ignored her and ploughed on.
'This business of Nigel running away and then coming back and hiding round the house. I mean, why do it? You're not telling me his mother didn't know.'
'No,' said Dalziel. 'Old Herrie didn't at first, though. We almost got ourselves drowned looking for the lad, so Bonnie faked a phone call from him saying he was safe and sound. Quick thinking, that. Someone rang, Spinx I think, and she must have pressed down the rest and pretended she was talking to Nigel.'
He spoke admiringly.
