“What were you thinking of?” asked Meera as Bimsley laid the elderly detective on the grassy bank of the railway line. “You could have been badly injured.”
“I wanted to get a closer view,” said Bryant, closing his eyes and drawing a few deep breaths. “I wanted to see him in action.”
“Who?”
“Xander Toth, the protest leader. I think he’s our stag-man. Colin, do me a favour, would you? Go back in there and get him. If he won’t come, arrest him.”
They went to the Cafe Montmartre, where Alfie Frommidge could serve them sausage rolls and tea while Bryant recovered and studied his quarry at close quarters. In his late twenties, Toth was lean enough to have retained the awkwardness of his teen years, but also appeared to have been working out for some time. He had nervous energy and the kind of charisma that could turn a certain type of lonely student into an acolyte. Bryant was already warming to him, even if he did seem somewhat clueless when it came to expounding a comprehensive worldview.
“The company just announced its intention to build beyond the original boundaries of the site,” Toth told them heatedly. “They’re in violation of their contract, and they know it. We had a tip-off that they were going to do this. The ground has been in dispute for years. Residents are required to register all the property deeds. If the registration isn’t forthcoming, the council allows them to build despite local objections. The onus is on the public to prove they have claim on the land, not the other way around. It’s like treating an accused man as guilty until proven innocent. It’s wrong.”
“Why do you care so much?” Meera was studying him with ill-disguised contempt.
“The pastor of St Pancras Old Church is a relative of yours, isn’t he?” remarked Bryant. “And the church grounds are now under threat.”
“How do you know that? It’s not why I care. ADAPT is run by a bunch of crooks. If they’re allowed to get away with this kind of thing, no land is safe from development. The government is already allowing building to go ahead on the Green Belt.”
“Hm.” Bryant stared down at his coat buttons, thinking. “Tell me, did you ever do any work for the company?”
Toth remained silent.
“All we have to do is look at the employment files.”
“That has nothing to do with this.”
“How long were you there?”
“I worked for them for eighteen months, about four years ago.”
“Doing what?”
“I was helping their records office locate property deeds. The land had to be purchased from dozens of separate owners. Some of the property was still tenanted. The company was always looking for ways to get the tenants out. They offered cash payments, new housing, and when the legal routes failed they tried other methods.”
“You mean they broke the law.”
“Yeah, they broke into houses, smashed up cars, frightened residents. I couldn’t prove it because no-one would speak out. Tenants who told me they would never move, that they were born and would die in the same house, suddenly started leaving. It’s obvious what was going on.”
“So you have no proof. We understand you’re passionate about this,” said Bimsley. “Just how strongly do you feel?”
“What do you mean?”
“Strongly enough to commit murder?”
“Who really owns the land, in your opinion?” Bryant asked, disregarding Bimsley’s questions.
“It’s been public ground for two thousand years.” Toth could see that Bryant was the most sympathetic of the officers, and addressed his comments to him. “The plots were subdivided and changed hands after the Enclosure Acts. They continued like that until recently, but now ADAPT has the land rights to the entire area. They’ve been on the site for nine years, preparing themselves for this. They’ll be able to dictate where we can and can’t go. You can’t privatise what belongs to the people.”
“You can,” disagreed Meera, annoyed. “I’m not saying it’s right, but companies do it all the time. They’re closing off entire districts. You can’t simply take the law into your own hands just because you don’t approve.”
“We don’t,” said Toth angrily. “We follow the law and we have the right to protest.”
“Mr Bryant here thinks you like to dress up as a woodland animal and frighten people.” She tried to imagine Toth draped in a deerskin.
“Our objections to the plans were legally registered a long time ago,” said Toth. “I’ve done nothing wrong.”
“No, but you could be charged with attempted manslaughter.”
“What are you talking about?”
“One of the workmen was so frightened by what he saw that he fell down a stairwell and nearly died.”
“And you think it was my fault?”
“You admit you know about the stag-man?”
“It’s not me you should be trying to arrest.”
“Then give us some proof of your whereabouts on the dates the stag-man was seen.”
“I don’t have to do that. Proof is your job, isn’t it?” Toth rose to leave. “It was good to meet you, Mr Bryant.”
“We’re going to talk to your girlfriend, you know that.”
“Leave Lizzi out of this. You’ve no right to involve her.”
“She can eliminate you as a suspect,” said Bryant genially.
Toth looked suddenly defeated. “Look, we’re having difficulties at home. Please don’t involve her.”
“Fine, then give us an account of your movements on these dates,” said Bryant, handing him a sheet of paper that looked as if it had been screwed up in his back pocket for a month. “By three o’clock p.m. today, if you please.”
“I’ll see what I can do,” said Toth, but he seemed oddly unsure of himself.
? Bryant & May on the Loose ?
27
The First Mr Delaney
THREE HURT IN PROTEST CLASH WITH POLICE
Protesters demonstrating against the plans of property developers clashed with police in King’s Cross today, injuring three bystanders. Fighting broke out after the peaceful picket turned nasty, say local Met officers. This is the third time that protesters have fought with security guards from ADAPT, the property company behind the multi million-pound project to transform the urban wastelands behind King’s Cross station into a new eco-friendly town.
“We are bringing thousands of jobs to a deprived area,” said Head of Development Marianne Waters, “but a small, vocal minority is still trying to disrupt work.”
Several companies say they have already pulled out of the controversial new plan after being subjected to threats and intimidation from the protesters. Earlier this week a workman was injured in mysterious circumstances, and construction teams have threatened strike action. This latest protest was sparked after confusion arose over the boundary line between picketers and company officials.
The police have been criticised for using heavy-handed tactics.
“This is an area of historical importance,” said Xander Toth, the leader of the Battlebridge action committee, “but ADAPT has no respect for the capital’s heritage. Time and time again it has attempted to bypass planning restrictions.”
