The Fethering Mysteries 08; Death under the Dryer

to be true. Martina Rutherford hadn’t known that her husband had been seen by Carole coming out of Connie’s Clip Joint.

“Still, all I wanted, Jude, was for you to confirm that Nathan Locke is with the police. When I tell that to Martin, he will be very relieved. Thank you so much for talking to me.”

After the phone call Jude tried to define the emotions she had heard in the woman’s voice. Shock certainly… but there had been something else as well. Suspicion. A new and sudden suspicion. For the first time Martina Rutherford had contemplated the possibility that her husband might have had something to do with the death of Kyra Bartos.

? Death under the Dryer ?

Thirty-Two

During the summer season (which was coming to an end) tables and chairs spilled out of the Seaview Cafe onto Fethering Beach. Carole, arriving with Gulliver early as ever, took one of the seats furthest away from the self-service counter. She didn’t go up there to order anything. She’d wait till Rowley Locke came and see how their meeting panned out. Her position, she reckoned, was well chosen. In sight of a lot of people, but good for a quick getaway. And also far enough away from the curious ears of Fethering for their conversation to be confidential.

Rowley Locke arrived on the dot of four. This time he wasn’t heading a large family contingent. Only his brother Arnold, who was immediately despatched to fetch tea. Just tea. Carole had declined the offer of sandwiches and sticky cakes.

Rowley turned his innocent blue eyes on her. “I assume it was you.”

“What was me?”

“Yesterday two women, matching descriptions of you and your friend Jude, abducted Nathan from our holiday cottage in Cornwall.”

“I’m afraid I take issue with the word ‘abducted’. It might be used more accurately to describe the means by which he was taken to Treboddick in the first place.”

“Carole, you don’t know the background to what you’re talking about. This is a family thing.”

“I’ll tell you what I do know – and that is that Nathan was being held down there against his will.”

Rowley Locke was unworried by the accusation. He shrugged and said, “Sometimes young people don’t know what’s best for them. Then someone else has to take decisions on their behalf.”

“And if it’s anything to do with the Locke family, then you’re the person who takes those decisions.”

“Someone has to be a leader,” he said almost smugly.

“A leader like Prince Fimbador is a leader?”

She had managed to embarrass him. He looked away as he said, “The Wheal Quest is a family game. You wouldn’t understand it.”

At this moment Arnold arrived with the tea. After it had been poured, Carole turned her pale blue eyes on the weaker brother. “You and Eithne must be very glad to hear that your son has been found.” He didn’t respond. “Or perhaps not, since you both connived at his imprisonment.”

“I think ‘imprisonment’ is rather a strong word,” said Arnold feebly.

“Strong maybe, but it’s accurate.” She turned back to Rowley. “What on earth did you think hiding the boy away was going to achieve?”

“I hoped it would keep him safe until the police found out who really killed the girl.”

“Wouldn’t it have helped the police more if they could have talked to Nathan? So that he could tell them what he saw that night, and help them to sort out a timetable of events?”

“I didn’t want him to get into the hands of the police. Our fine boys in blue don’t have a great track record when it comes to – ”

And he was off again on his hobby horse. Carole couldn’t stand any more of this tired old leftie agenda. “Oh, for heaven’s sake! You were deliberately perverting the course of justice. And I would imagine you’ll be looking at a hefty prison sentence for what you’ve done.”

From his expression of dismay, this was clearly a possibility Rowley Locke had not considered. Like most control freaks, he was quickly vulnerable when threatened.

“I assume you’ve heard from the police in Littlehampton?” She addressed this question to the boy’s father.

“Yes, they told me they were holding Nathan. He’s ‘helping them with their enquiries’. Eithne and I are going to visit him this evening.”

That would be an interesting encounter to witness. What do parents say to a son who knows that they’ve connived in having him imprisoned for three weeks? But that wasn’t Carole’s business. She moved on. “Presumably you both know that Nathan didn’t commit the murder?”

The look Arnold referred to his brother suggested that at least one of them wasn’t entirely convinced on the subject.

“Well, he didn’t,” Carole continued. “As I’m sure the police will find out in the course of their enquiries.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. The British police only want to get a conviction and they – ”

“Oh, shut up, Rowley!” Carole was surprised by her own vehemence. So was its recipient. But she went on in similarly forceful vein. “Listen, your ill-considered actions have wasted a lot of time. They’ve wasted police time, and they’ve certainly wasted time for me and my friend Jude.” In the magnificence of her flow neither man thought to question exactly what right she and Jude had to be involved in the investigation. “What I suggest you do now, to make some kind of amends, is to tell me anything you know that might have a bearing on the case. Anything that you may have been holding back.”

Rowley Locke looked genuinely at a loss. “I haven’t been holding anything back. When I heard about Kyra Bartos’s death, my only thought was that Nathan would immediately become a suspect. And that I had to get him to a place of safety.” Again he avoided Carole’s eyes. “I don’t know anything else about the murder.”

“When I first came to see you, you told me that Eithne had met Kyra Bartos briefly in the street, but neither of you had. Is that still true?”

Rowley looked perplexed. “Well, of course it’s still true. The girl was already dead when we met you.”

“Yes. What I’m asking, though, is this. At the time you said you hadn’t met Kyra. Has your recollection maybe changed since then?”

“Are you accusing us of lying?”

“After what you said about Nathan’s whereabouts over the past three weeks, don’t you think I might have some justification?”

“Actually,” said Arnold quietly, “I was lying.”

The announcement came as much of a shock to his brother as it did to Carole. They both looked at him in amazement as he went on, “I did meet Kyra one evening a few weeks before she died. Eithne and I had gone out to a concert in Brighton. The Monteverdi Vespers, as it happened. Anyway, I had a bit of a stomach upset. My stomach has always been my Achilles heel…” He confided this mixed metaphor to Carole as though it would be of vital interest to her. “So I went back to Marine Villas and found Kyra there with Nathan: Of course, I didn’t mind his being there with the girl – Eithne and I have always made it clear that we have no old– fashioned moral scruples about that kind of thing – but I was a little upset that he’d done it without asking us. You know, choosing an evening when he thought we’d be out…it was all a bit underhand and hole-in-the-corner, if you know what I mean…”

Yes, I know exactly what you mean, and will you please get on with it, Carole thought.

“Anyway, when I found Nathan and the girl together that evening…” Arnold’s pale features reddened, “…I must confess I was rather upset by what they were doing.”

“Do you mean they were having sex?”

“Oh, good heavens, no!” He dismissed the suggestion almost contemptuously. “That would have been fine. Eithne and I wouldn’t have had any problems about that. We’ve always brought up Diggo and Fimby to believe that sex is a perfectly natural and healthy act between two consenting – ”

“Then what were they doing that you objected to?” demanded Carole, who had had quite enough of this