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"Had you ever seen the girl, Jessie Maclean, before?"

"No, first time I'd seen her."

Hamish then took himself along the main street to Mrs. Bannerman's cottage. She was furious when he questioned her about her movements on the night of the murder, but eventually said she had been at a neighbour's party. Hamish checked with the neighbour, a Mrs. Gillespie, who confirmed that Mrs. Bannennan had been there all evening. But the murder could have been committed earlier, thought Hamish. No pathologist could ever tell the exact time of any murder. The closest he could come to it was between about four in the afternoon and nine in the evening. Hamish asked Mrs. Gillespie if she had seen Mrs. Bannerman earlier and got the reply that Mrs. Bannerman had also been there in the late afternoon, helping Mrs. Gfllespie with the arrangements for the party.

By the time Hamish returned to The Happy Wanderer, he was beginning to wonder whether Heather had actually fallen to her death after all. There did not seem to be any motive. He was told Diarmuid was stifl in his room. When Hamish opened the door, Diarmuid was lying flat on the bed, looking at the ceiling.

"I just want to ask you one thing," said Hamish. "On Christmas Eve, Jane slipped you a note. What was that about?"



Diarmuid struggled up and smoothed down his ruffled hair with a careful hand, looking across at himself in the mirror. "Oh, that? I asked her if she had any contacts in the real estate business. I'm looking for a buyer. She gave me a note telling me to try James Baxter of Baxter, Fredericks and Baxter. James Baxter is an old acquaintance of hers. She bought the health farm from him. He's expanding his business."

"I don't suppose you kept the note," said Hamish suspiciously.

"Of course I did," said Diarmuid crossly. He got up and went to the dressing-table and slid open one of the drawers. "Here it is. I meant to give it to Jessie so that she could make an appointment for me to meet Baxter when we got back to Glasgow."

"I'd just take this fora while," said Hamish.

"Don't you think I have enough to bear?" demanded Diarmuid with a rare show of animation. "Good G.o.d, man, my wife's dead! It's an accident. Jessie says, and quite rightly, that you have no authority."

"I'll hae a word wi' the la.s.sie," said Hamish grimly. "But I'll be keeping this note for now." He turned in the doorway, "By the way, where was your wife's coat, the one she couldn't find?"

"Hanging in the wardrobe," said Diarmuid. "Overthere. The police examined it but could find nothing sinister about it."

Hamish ran Jane to earth in the kitchen. "I want to ask you about Diarmuid," he said. Jane turned a little pink and stirred something she was cooking energetically. "What?"

"This note." Hamish held it out. "Did you write h?"

Jane glanced at it. He sensed she was relieved and wondered why. "Yes, it's the name of a big estate agent," she said. "He wants to sell what's left of his business."

Hamish thanked her, returned the note to Diarmuid, and went back to the lounge, where Harriet drew him aside and repeated the conversation she had had with Jessie. "Are you sure it isn't just an act?" asked Hamish. "I mean, she's a wee b.i.t.c.h in my opinion, but there's something, well-s.e.xy-about her. Don't you think she and Diarmuid...?"

"Nothing mere that I can see except a lot of contempt for her employer on Jessie's side," replied Harriet. "How did you get on?"

Hamish told her in a low voice the result of his investigations while John Wetherby, reading a London newspaper that had come over on the Boxing Day ferry and had been delivered along with other newspapers and magazines, suddenly glared at mem suspiciously over the top of it.

"I would like to think there might have been some sort of collusion between Jessie and Diarmuid," Hamish said.

"That contemptuous manner of hers could be all an act."

"But she wasn't even on the island," pointed out Harriet.

"Nonetheless, there could be something between them, and if there is, they'll drop their guard pretty soon. Icannae stand that Diarmuid. His vanity is pathological."

"Are you sure you are not letting this dislike of Diarmuid colour your att.i.tude?" asked Harriet.

Hamish laughed. "I'll try not to. Where's Jessie?"

"Watching television."

Hamish went into the television room. Jessie was sitting with the Carpenters. Hamish looked thoughtfully at the Carpenters. Was he right to dismiss them so easily as possible suspects? But he leaned over Jessie and said quietly, "A word with you, Miss Maclean, if you please."

She followed him out. "We'll use Jane's office," said Hamish.

"I asked Jane about you," said Jessie when they were seated on either side of the desk. "You're nothing but a bobby from some hick Highland village, and you have no right to bother my employer or me with questions. It was an accident."

"Then if it was only an accident, you should not object to my questions," said Hamish mildly. "I thought Diarmuid was your ex-boss anyway."

"I'm working for him until the funeral arrangements are over and I've promised him I'll pack up Heather's effects."

"And then what?" asked Hamish.

She shrugged her thin shoulders. "Probably go abroad for a bit."

"Where?"

"Spain, somewhere like that."

"Did Diarmuid ever have extra-marital affairs?"

Her reply startled him. "Lots."

"And did Heather know about any of them?"

Again that shrug. "I suppose she did. He's not good at keeping anything quiet."

"Neither was she," said Hamish drily, "She must have given him a rare blasting."

"Not she. She didn't mind what he did as long as he toed the line and paid out for all the entertainment for her parties and bridge clubs and golf clubs and what not. She wasn't interested in s.e.x. He tried to tell her the money was running out due to the housing slump. I tried as well. But she wouldn't listen. She couldn't imagine a life where she wouldn't be lording it at one of her get-togethers and fancying herself as a leader of Glasgow society. This year was the worst."

"Why?"

"Well, Glasgow got the award of Cultural Capital of Europe, and that meant more celebrities to try to get into her home."

"Have you ever had an affair with him?"

"Don'the daft," said Jessie. "The man's useless. All he's ever really fancied in the whole of his life is his own reflection."

Hamish told her that would be all for the moment, and once on his own, thought about her. He thought she was as hard as nails. Had she been Diarmuid's Lady Macbeth?

After dinner, he tried to question John Wetherby, but John told him acidly that he had no right to question anyone.

Hamish retreated once more to the office and phoned Detective Jimmy Anderson in Strathbane. "You're lucky," said Jimmy. "Blair's off on holiday. Never tell me it's murder or he'll be having your guts for garters."

"I'ta trying to find out," said Hamish. "That John Wetherby. I was wondering if he's such a successful banister after all."

"Believe me," said Jimmy with a laugh, "Blair checked into everyone when he returned, just to make sure. I'll get out the file if you want to hear it."

Hamish readily agreed.

After a few moments, Jimmy came back on the line. "Here we are. Wetherby, John. Yes, rolling in money. Got family money as well as earned money. Very successful.

"Carpenters. There's a surprise. Now they're rich. Own a good part of north Yorkshire. Told friends they were looking forward to a free holiday. Like all rich people, they seem to love getting something free.

"Jane Wetherby. Good family. Not all that much money. Made a success out o' that health farm o' hers. Got a reputation of being a loose woman." Hamish grinned: nothing like the Scottish police for using old-fashioned terms. If Jimmy had called her a harlot, it wouldn't have been surprising either. "Not much known about her. Seems to have hundreds of dear acquaintances and not a single friend. Got a younger sister, Cheryl, who says Jane's bats.

"Harriet Shaw. Successful writer. Talks on cookery on television and radio. Moderately well off. Knew Jane slightly, I gather. Widowed.

"Diarmuid. Well, we really dug into him. Business on the skids but nothing to gain from his wife's death. Few affairs on the side but no grand pa.s.sion."

"What about the secretary, Jessie?" asked Hamish.

"She turned up on the island after the death. But she's been employed by him for six years. One of the office staff said she ran the business, not Diarmuid."

"So why did it become so unsuccessful? Jessie?"

"Naw. There's estate agents closing down all over the place."

"Well, thanks, Jimmy; I'm only surprised Blah- went to so much trouble."

"Blair! It was me he got to go to the trouble, Hamish. He's that frightened you'll spring a murder on him and make him look a fool."

Hamish thanked him and rang off. He sat chewing the end of a pencil, thinking over the case. Why? Why had anyone wanted to murder Heather? She had been a nasty woman. But there was no motive. Diarmuid did not stand to get any money from her death. Why?

He decided to stay awake that night, to wait and watch and see if anyone else also stayed awake. If, say, Jessie and Diarmuid were involved, then they would be desperate to speak to each other.

He waited until they had all gone to bed and then went into the lounge and sat down in the darkness. The hours pa.s.sed slowly. There was still no wind outside and the silence was eerie.

And then, at two in the morning, just as he thought he could not keep his eyes open any longer, the light in the corridor leading to the bedrooms went on.

Hamish rose silently and crossed to the window and hid behind the curtains. He peered through the thick folds.

Jane came in, followed by Diarmuid. "What is it, darling?" asked Diarmuid. "What's happened?"

"I'm worried," said Jane in a low voice. "That secretary of yours is very much in your confidence. You must not ever tell anyone what we did."

"Are you mad?" demanded Diarmuid. "Get rid of that tame copper of yours, for G.o.d's sake."

"There's a ferry the day after tomorrow," said Jane. "Believe me, you'll all be on it."

"But the ferry left on Boxing Day. There won't be another for a week. I was going to hire Angus to take me across.".

"This is an Oban company. It's a small ferry which doesn't take cars, only pa.s.sengers. I suggest you and Jessie get on it. You can hire a car in Oban and get from there to Strathbane."

Diarmuid shivered. "I'll send Jessie. I couldn't bear to see Heather's face again."

"That's understandable. Now get off to bed, Diarmuid, and let me get to mine. I'm tired."

He stretched out his arms. "Jane..."

"Oh, leave me alone," said Jane crossly.

Hamish waited until all was quiet and went to Harriet's room and walked in. He woke her up and then switched on the bedside light and sat on the edge of her bed.

"What is it?" demanded Harriet.

"I hid in the lounge and heard Diarmuid and Jane talking." Hamish told her what they had said. "So it's plain to me they arranged this murder between them."

"No, Hamish," said Harriet. "Look, Jane would never be involved in any murder. I've changed my mind about her. She couldn't hurt a fly."

"Oh, no? What do any of us really know about Jane? Everyone here only knows her slightly. Diarmuid's had affairs before because Jessie told me. But just think. Jane is now rich. She's attractive. Without Heather around, he can marry her."

"But you have no proof," wailed Harriet. "An overheard conversation is no proof. What are you going to do?"

"Shock tactics," said Hamish. "Just wait and see."

Hamish waited until they were all gathered in the lounge after breakfast and then stood in front of the fire facing them.

"I think I have discovered why the murder of Heather Todd was committed," he said.

There was a long silence and then a babble of outraged voices. "It was an accident," snapped Jane. "You insensitive, posturing clod," commented John Wetherby. "Really!" screamed the Carpenters.

Hamish held up his hands for silence. "Hear me out," he said.

"The murder was committed by Jane Wetherby and Diarmuid Todd." They gazed at him open-mouthed.

"It was all planned," said Hamish. "All they needed was the opportunity. The stage had been set by having so-called attempts on Jane's life. I was invited over to make everything more realistic. With everyone going for a walk on a wild day, Jane suggested that Heather take her coat so that she could claim, as she later did, that she, Jane, had been the intended victim, not Heather. Either Diarmuid followed Heather and murdered her, or he returned to the hotel and collected Jane and they murdered her together."

Jane burst into tears and Diarmuid slowly rose to his feet, ashen-faced.

The others sat around stricken.

"I am afraid I hid in the lounge last night and listened to your conversation," said Hamish. "I heard you, Jane, tell Diarmuid that no one must ever know what you had done." He looked steadily at the weeping Jane.

Then Jane straightened and marched up to Hamish, proud bosoms jutting, head thrown back. "I know how it must look," she said, "but you see..." She swung round and shouted at Diarmuid, "For goodness' sake, tell him! Do you want to be tried for murder?"

Diarmuid just stood mere, looking miserable.

Hamish had an awful feeling that his beautiful love-triangle-murder theory was falling into ruins somewhere in his head. "You tell me," he said to Jane.

Jane said loudly, "We couldn't have done it. Either of us. We were in bed together. I was lonely. I needed someone. Then Diarmuid came back. He needed someone, too. He was dejected because his business had collapsed and Heather was treating him like dirt because he couldn't finance her little salons any longer. We had just got dressed and were back in the lounge when you all came back. Don't you see, dial's what I meant when I said no one must ever know." She rounded on John Wetherby. "You're sitting there smirking; well, hear mis! This was the first affair I've had in years. I was never unfaithful to you. I only pretended to be to get revenge for your insults and slights and nasty remarks. And all that's happened is that I've been to bed with some useless geek. I hate men!

"So did we bash Heather while pretending to look for her? No, we did not, for I wouldn't go anywhere with Diarmuid, not ever again."

John Wetherby came to her side and put an arm about her waist. "I'll sue this copper for hara.s.sment, Jane."

"p.i.s.s off, all of you," shouted Jane, her face contorted with rage. "There's a ferry leaves tomorrow. Be on it. All of you!"

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