lucky. So he crawled out a bit shaken and that's when he rang you and started shouting murder.'
'You've examined the garage door, I take it?' said Dalziel.
'Yes. It weighs a ton, but it just looked like the decrepitude of age to me. Still, the tech boys are taking a really close look at it, and I had someone collect the lamp from Elgood's office too. At a glance, nothing shows. Just wires working loose and shorting. But I've told them to double check everything, seeing as he's such a good friend of yours, sir.'
Dalziel ignored the gibe, looked towards his closed door and bellowed.
The door rattled and even the disregarded telephone shifted uneasily on its rest and let out a plaintive ping.
'Coffee for me,' said Pascoe without hope.
'Tea,' said Dalziel. 'Caffeine clogs the blood. That's why all them Frog painters' ears fell off, and God knows what else besides. Did Dick say he'd had another encounter with Aldermann on Monday? I mean, had he expressed surprise to see him still alive or anything?'
'No. In fact, Mr Elgood seems to have kept out of the office on Monday. He went down to some cottage he owns on the coast. Presumably that's how he keeps so fit swimming.'
'Aye, that's the least strenuous form of exercise that goes on down there, I gather,' chortled Dalziel. 'It's stuck on the edge of a cliff that's being eaten away by the sea. They say that every time Dick takes a new fancy woman down there, another bit gets shaken off.'
'Too much caffeine, perhaps,' said Pascoe. 'Anyway, Aldermann wouldn't need to see him to know he was still alive, would he? He'd have heard in the office if anything had happened.'
'So you think there's something in it, do you, Peter?' asked Dalziel.
'I didn't say that,' said Pascoe emphatically. 'It all sounds very far-fetched to me.'
There was a perfunctory knock at the door, which opened immediately to admit a tin tray bearing two mugs and borne by a man distinguished by the elegant cut of his sober grey suit and the extreme ugliness of his asymmetrical features.
'Either we're overmanned or undermanned, Sergeant Wield,' said Dalziel sarcastically. 'Where's that young tea-wallah?'
'Police-Cadet Singh is receiving instructions on traffic duties at the market roundabout, sir,' said Wield.
Cadet Shaheed Singh was the city's first Asian police recruit, who had brought out all that was colonial in Dalziel. The boy came from a Kenyan Asian family and had been born and bred in Yorkshire, but neither bits of information affected Dalziel's comments, which were at best geographically inaccurate, at worst criminally racist.
'Well, it'll make a change from rickshaws for the lad,' he said, taking the larger of the two mugs and sipping noisily.
'Tea,' he diagnosed. 'The cup that cheers.'
Pascoe took his mug and drank. It was coffee. He smiled his thanks at Sergeant Wield, winning a suspicious glance from Dalziel.
'What's Dick got against Aldermann, anyway?' asked the Superintendent. 'Why doesn't he want him on the Board?'
'Two reasons,' said Pascoe. 'First is, because it's become a test of his authority as chairman. Aldermann's appointment would be a serious defeat for him. Second, because he honestly doesn't think Aldermann's up to it. He reckons he cruises along, with only a token interest in the firm and his job.'
'Is that right? Might be worth taking a look at this paragon,' said Dalziel. 'I could likely find him a slot in CID.'
Pascoe ignored this and said, 'We can hardly just go barging in to his house, sir, and say we're checking an allegation that he's committed a couple of murders.'
Dalziel looked surprised, as if he could see no real objection to this way of proceeding. Sergeant Wield coughed and handed Pascoe a list of names and addresses.
'That trouble in the multi-storey on Monday, sir,' he offered as explanation. Dalziel looked exasperated. The 'trouble' referred to had been the vandalization of some parked cars by scratching their paintwork with a sharp metal instrument. It was not the kind of thing a sergeant was expected to interrupt his CID chiefs conference with.
Pascoe had more confidence in Wield. He examined the list. One of the names was underlined in red.
He looked interrogatively at Wield, who said, 'It's his wife, sir, I checked.'
Pascoe showed the list to Dalziel who said, 'So what?'
Pascoe said, 'It's an excuse to call, sir. Take a look at this Aldermann without him knowing.'
Dalziel continued to look doubtful. Wield tactfully withdrew.
'Still,' continued Dalziel, 'if it's your considered opinion that we should nose around a bit more, Peter . . .'
'I didn't necessarily mean . . .'
'Sharp lad, that Wield,' continued Dalziel. 'Him and that darkie would make a grand pair on night patrol. The villains wouldn't stand a chance. They'd not see one of 'em and one look at t'other would frighten the buggers to death! What else did he say when you discussed Dandy Dick with him?'
