hour. There was no sign of Linda, which was unusual.’
‘No one else lives here?’
There was a momentary hesitation. ‘Not then, no. Since the tragedy, a friend spends some time here to keep me company.’
Evans decided to leave this topic alone for the moment.
‘Where did you think your wife had gone? Was she always here when you came home?’
‘Almost invariably. She doesn’t drive, so has no car. We’re a bit cut off out here, just an infrequent bus service from the village.’
‘What did you do next?
‘I waited a bit, thinking she might have gone for a swim, though she always got back in time to make me a meal. After a couple of hours, I began to get worried and went out to look for her along the cliff track.’
‘Did you take your car when you searched?’
Prentice looked up at Evans and twisted his hands in agitation. ‘No, I left it at the side of the house all evening. I went over to the village to ask in the shop, but they hadn’t seen her. Then I came back this way and walked along towards Pwlldu Head, but there was no sign of her.’
‘Where did she usually go to swim?’
‘It varied, according to her whims and the state of the tide,’ he answered. ‘To be honest, I didn’t take much notice, as long as she was enjoying herself.’
‘Did you never go with her, sir?’ cut in Lewis, speaking for the first time. Prentice shook his head vehemently.
‘Never, I can’t even swim, for one thing. And I spend so much time at the unit now, I’m whacked when I get home.’
‘But where was her favourite place to swim?’ persisted Ben Evans.
‘Just below the house, I suppose, what she called Broad Slade. The cliffs are less steep there, there’s a sort of sloping valley going down to the rocks.’
‘You looked there?’ put in Lewis.
‘Of course, it was the first place I thought of. I didn’t go right down, but you can see from the top.’
He jumped up again and paced over to the window and back again to the fireplace. ‘I walked back along the edge of the cliffs, rather than the track, so that I could look down at the edge of the sea wherever I could. In some places, the cliff bulges out, so you can’t see the rocks below – and it was getting dusk by then.’
‘What were you looking for?’ asked Ben Evans.
Michael Prentice looked at the detective as if he was an idiot. ‘Well, Linda herself, of course. She might have fallen and twisted her ankle or broken a leg. And if she’d gone into the sea, she would have left her robe on the edge, she always took a white terry-towel dressing gown sort of thing, as well as sandals and a bath towel.’
‘And you saw nothing?’
Prentice shook his head. ‘Not a thing. After she was found, the local police told me that her things were at the bottom of Broad Slade, but behind a gorse bush, so I couldn’t have seen them from above. Not that it would have made any difference,’ he added bitterly.
The superintendent waited until Lewis had finished writing in his notebook, then returned to his questions.
‘You didn’t report her missing until the next morning, sir. That seems rather a long time.’
Michael made an impatient gesture. ‘Maybe it does with hindsight. But I had checked that she hadn’t gone swimming, as far as I could tell, so I thought she had just gone off somewhere.’
‘Gone off somewhere?’ repeated Evans, sceptically. ‘But you said she was always at home when you returned, having made you a meal?’
‘Well, not always,’ replied Prentice evasively. ‘She did go out, you know, sometimes shopping in Swansea on the bus.’
‘And not come back all night? Come on, sir, that’s no answer.’
Michael flopped down into the armchair. ‘All right, officer, I’ll be honest with you, as I’m sure it’s no secret after that nosy bitch in Reading has been telling tales. Linda and I had been through a rough patch lately. We had a bit of a tiff the night before and I thought she had got the hump and gone off to teach me a lesson.’
Evans and Lewis exchanged glances and the inspector began writing away busily again.
‘A bit of a tiff, sir? Would this have been the previous evening or the same morning?’
‘Well, it had been brewing for a week or so. She wasn’t speaking to me the last day or two.’
‘And did this “bit of a tiff” involve physical violence?’ asked Lewis Lewis, who never believed in mincing his words.
‘Good God, no!’ snapped Prentice, his face flushing with indignation. ‘You must already know, thanks to my damned father-in-law and that so-called friend of Linda’s, that my wife suspected me of having an affair.’
‘Suspected? Would that be with the lady who is in this house at the moment, Miss Daphne Squires?’
The other man stared in surprise. Did the whole bloody world know his business, he thought? Ben Evans, who had been informed by Leonard Massey of the result of Mitchell’s visit to Porthcawl, registered Prentice’s discomfiture with some satisfaction. Shake the tree and see what falls out, was one of his favourite maxims.
‘I don’t see what my private life has to do with you, officer,’ blustered Michael.
‘We have evidence that your wife suffered some injuries consistent with an assault, some time before she was found in the sea,’ said Evans, bluntly. ‘Have you any explanation for those?’
‘Injuries? What injuries?’ barked Prentice, shaken but still aggressive.
‘Bruising of the arms and neck indicative of gripping by another person! Mr Prentice, did you assault your wife, in the days leading up to her disappearance and death?’
The man sitting opposite Ben Evans rose to his feet.
‘That’s enough, I refuse to answer any more of your insulting questions without my solicitor being present,’ he grated. ‘This is all the result of my father-in-law’s slanderous motives. Just because he’s a London QC, you police all sit up and beg!’
The superintendent got up and his colleague followed suit, still writing in his pocketbook.
‘We are here because Her Majesty’s coroner wishes us to follow up the results of the second post-mortem examination,’ said Evans easily. ‘I will have to report back to my senior officers and no doubt we will need to question you again, next time at a police station, where you are fully entitled to have your solicitor present.’
Prentice stood aside as they went to the front door, which he slammed behind them without another word.
The two CID men walked back to their car and sat in it to discuss the visit.
‘No sign of the floozie,’ observed Lewis. ‘She’s keeping her head down, but he didn’t deny she was there.’
‘We heard their voices, so he could hardly claim he was alone,’ said Evans. ‘But that’s not our concern. Do you think he’s lying about the assault?’
Lewis nodded. ‘Through his teeth, boss!’ he said. ‘But it doesn’t mean he killed her, does it? What about if she was so cut up about his affair with this blonde that she jumped into the sea to end it all?’
‘It’s a possibility, of course. A bit drastic, but stranger things have happened. He doesn’t seem all that distressed, does he, but again that’s not a crime.’
Lewis started the Vauxhall and they bumped along the track to reach the road into Southgate.
‘Right, tomorrow we’ll see these coastguard people and hear what they’ve got to say about it,’ grunted his boss, as they headed back to their Divisional Headquarters at Gowerton.
That evening, Richard was in his office at the back of the house, writing a draft of a letter for Moira to type the next day. He sat at his desk, an old one his father had discarded from his surgery when he retired, slowly composing a notice for inclusion in the various medical journals that were devoted to forensic medicine. He was a committee member of the World Association for Medical Jurisprudence, an organization that had been going for many years. It held a congress every three years and the next one was to be hosted in Cardiff in November. Now being virtually a local, he was involved in organizing it and though most of the work was being handled by a commercial conference company, Richard had been saddled with some of the publicity, mainly keeping the medical profession aware of the congress, to get enough participants to make it viable. Pryor had become involved because the last meeting had been in Singapore and he had been drawn into the Association’s activities then.
Angela wasn’t involved, as the ‘WAMJ’, as it was known, was purely medical and was not primarily concerned with forensic pathology or science, but with all the other aspects of legal medicine, such as negligence, injury
