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'Promptandperfect,'shesaidcheerfully.'CroftRaceways'motto.'
'Er...promptandpa.s.sablewilldo.'
Itooktheday'snewspapersalongtomyownofficeandflickedthroughthem.TherewasnevermuchhardracingnewsonMondays.Joggerwasn'tmentioned.Theleadstoryinonepaperwasabouttheequinefluplaguingseveralracingstablesinthenorth,virtuallyputtingwholeyardsoutofactionformonths.Therewa.s.speculationthatthevirusmightspreadtoNewmarket.Trainers,thewritersaid,wereunwillingtosharetransportwithhorsesfromotherstablesincaseofinfection.
Hoorayforthat.Iwasallforseparatejourneys.Justaslong,ofcourse,asPixhillitselfstayedfree.Itwasbadenoughhavingdrivershomesick,b.u.t.theequineversionofflucouldhangaroundmuchlonger,severelydepletingthenumberofrunnersneedingmyservices.
Equineflu,aninfectionoftheupperrespiratorytract,thepapersaid,hadbeenknowninthepastas'thecough'.Therewasnocureb.u.t.time.Sowhatelsewasnew?
Iturnedtoanotherpaper.Thisone,stillonthegloomanddoomtrail,discussedtheprevioussummer'soutbreakofdebilitatingfeveranddiarrhoeainhorsesinmainlandEurope.Noonehadsatisfactorilyidentifiedthecauseandtrainersfearedtheremightberecurrence.
Dieselpricesmightriseagain,Iread.Ihated'might'stories;non-stories.Like'Doctorswarn',Iput'might'storiesbottomofmylist.Anxietyraisers,allofthem.Doctorsshouldwarnagainst'Doctorswarn'.
Itwasa'might'sortofmorning.SunnyDriftermightnotruninthenextday'sChampionHurdle.TheremightbeanincreaseinbettingtaxintheBudget.MichaelWatermeadmightrunthebrilliantIrkabAlhawainawarm-upracebeforethe2,000Guineas.
MarigoldEnglish,Ireadopen-eyed,reportedthatshehadsuccessfullycompletedhermovetoPixhill,'OwingtoFreddieCroft'spersonalservices,thetransferwentsmoothlyinallrespects.'Bullyfortheoldtrout,Ithought,andphonedheronthespottothankher.
'Youdidagoodjob,'shesaid,pleased.
Bynine-thirtythephonewasringingalmostcontinuouslyasitalwaysdidonMondays,thetrainersmakingtransportplansfortheweekahead.
Isobelansweredeverything,comingalongtomydooratonepointandsaying,'There'ssomeoneenquiringforBrett'sjob.Hesoundsallright.WhatshallIdo?'
'Askhimifhecancomeforaninterviewthismorning.'
Shewentawayandreturnedtosaythathewould.Tenminuteslaterwehadanotherapplicant,andthenanother.Wewouldhavealineofthemroundthefarmyardifitwenton.
Istartedtheinterviewsataboutteno'clock.Fourmenhadalreadyarrivedandafifthappearedwithinanhour.Allofthemhadthenecessarylicences,allhadexperience,allsaidthey'dworkedinracingbefore.Thefifthonesaidhewasalsoamechanic.
Mostdriversweremechanicstosomeextent.ThisonegavemeareferencefromaMercedesgarageinLondon.
HisnamewasAzizNader.Age,twenty-eight.Hehadcurlyblackhair,oliveskin,shiningblackeyes.Confidentandoutgoinginmanner,hewaslookingforajobbutnotofferingsubservience.HespokewithaCanadianaccentbutdidn'tlookasifheshould.
'Wheredoyoucomefrom?'Isaidneutrally.
'Lebanon.'Hepausedasecondandamplifiedhisanswer.'MyparentsareLebaneseb.u.t.theywenttoCanadawhenthetroublestarted.IwasraisedinQuebecmostlyandI'mstillaCanadiancitizen,butwe'vebeenhereeightyearsnow.I'vearesident'sworkpermit,ifthat'swhat'sworryingyou.'
Ilookedathimthoughtfully.'Whatlanguagedoyouspeakwithyourparents?'
'Arabic.'
'And...um...howaboutFrench?'
Hesmiledwithwhiteteethandspoketomerapidlyinthatlanguage.TheFrenchIknewwasracecoursestuff;hewastoofastforme.
InthesummerIshippedmanyhorsesforArabclients,mostofwhoseemployeesfumbledalonginhopelesslytongue-tiedornonexistentEnglish.Adriverwhocouldconversewiththem,andcouldalsofeelathomeinFrance,seemedtoogoodtobetrue.
'Howgoodareyouwithhorses?'Iasked.
Heseemeduncertain.'Ithoughtyouwantedadriver-mechanic.'
Nooneafterallwasperfect.'Horseboxdriversarebetteriftheycanhandlehorses.'
'I'd...er...learn.'
Itwasn'taseasyashethought,but.i.tdidn'trulehimout.
'I'vetoldeveryoneI'llgowiththemonatestdrivebeforedecidingwhogetsthejob,'Isaid.'Youcamelast,canyouwait?'
'Allday,'hesaid.
Thetestdriveswereimportantbecausethecargohadtogosteadilyonitsfeet.Twooftheapplicantswerejerkywithbrakesandgears,onewasveryslow,thefourthIwouldhaveengagedifhe'dbeentheonlyremainingchoice.
Ifound,asIclimbedintothesuper-sixcabbesideAziz,thatIalreadyintendedtogivehimthejobonthestrengthofhislanguagesandhismechanicalexperience,justaslongashewashalf-wayproficientatdriving.Heprovedinfactnotdazzlingbutatleastsmoothandcareful,andmymindwasmadeuplongbeforewereturnedtothefarmyard.
'Whencanyoustart?'Iasked,ashebrakedtoahalt.
'Tomorrow.'Hegavemeanotherflashingsmile,alleyesandteeth,andsaidhewouldworkhard.
IthankedtheotherapplicantswhowerewaitinghopefullyandgotthemtogivetheirnamestoIsobel,incase.Theywentawaydisappointed.IsobelandRosemetAzizwithfascinationandavisibleincreaseinfemininity,andNigel,itwasplain,hadfoundstrongcompet.i.tion.
Threemonths'trial,subjecttohisreferencesbeingOK,Isuggested,offeringappropriatepayandconditions.Rosesaidshewouldputhimintohercomputer,askingforhisaddress.Hewouldrentaroominthevillage,hesaid,andletherknowlater.RosetentativelytoldhimwhereBretthadstayed:theroommightstillbeavailable.Azizthankedher,listenedtoherdirections,anddroveoffcheerfully,ashe'dcome,inaveryold,well-tendedsmall-sizedPeugeot.
Iwonderedhowmuchonecouldreallytellofapersonbythecartheydrove.Sunday'sNinamatchedherMercedes;Monday'sNina,heroldrunabout.Azizseemedtoostrongacharacterforhiswheels.I,ontheotherhand,ownedaJaguarXJS,lovedandleftoverfromthejockeydays.ItookitstilltoracemeetingsbutmovedaroundPixhillinaworkhorsefour-wheeldriveFourtrak.Perhapseveryone,Ithoughtinpa.s.sing,hadatwo-carpersonality,andwonderedwhatAzizwoulddrivefromchoice.
Tobeprudent,Icheckedhisreferences.TheLondongaragehe'dworkedforsaidheknewhis...o...b..thadleftsometimeago.Thetrainerwhoseprivatehorseboxhehaddrivenprovedtohavegoneoutofbusinessrecentlyinfinancialdifficulties.AzizNaderhadbeenasatisfactoryemployeebuteveryoneonthepayrollhadlosttheirjobs.
WhileIwasonthephonetwocarsarrivedtogether,not,asittranspired,intandembutbothonfact-findingmissions.Thefirstdisgorgedthepressintheshapeofaspindlyyoungmanwithalargenoseandaspiralnotebook;thesecond,theareabloodhoundsinplainclothes,differentmenfromthedaybefore.Iwentoutwithoutenthusiasmtogreetthem.Therewerenosmiles,nohandshakes,merelyminimalintroductions,badgesflappedinmyface.Nooneseemedintentonoverfriendlinessorengagingmybesthelptrustingly.Bothpressandpolicesubsequentlyaskedinvasiveandborderline-rudequestionswithvisiblescepticismatmyanswers.
ApartfromSandy,myexperienceswiththelargerpoliceworldhadbeenfewbutenoughtoshowmeoneshouldneversayawordtothemthatonedidn'thaveto,ontheprobabilityofbeingadjudgedguiltyofanyoldthingbeforeconclusivelyprovedinnocent,andverylikelyafter.Oneshouldalsonever,ever,onanyaccount,makejokes.NoteventoSandy.Thepolice,tomymind,hadonlythemselvestoblameforthepublic'sprevalentmistrustofthem,greatchapsthoughnodoubtmostofthemwere.Pouncing,however,cameasanaturalinstincttothemall:theywouldn'thavebeeneffectivewithout.i.t.NoonethatIknewof,particularlyifinnocent,caredtobeprey.
ThepressmanseemedtoseehisroleasbeingWashingtonPost-typeinvestigativejournalism.Thepolice,tomyquietamus.e.m.e.nt,sawhimasanuisancewhowoulddonoinvestigatingatalliftheycouldhelpit.Ilistenedtothemmatchverbalswordsuntiltheyoungmanretreateddiscomfitedtowaitinhismotorandtheforceproducednotebooksoftheirown.
'Now,sir,'theybegan,anopenerfullofmenaceifevertherewasone,'youwillhandoverthehousekeysofthemanfounddeadhereyesterday,ifyouplease.'
IwouldhavegiventhemJogger'skeyswillingly.ThebrusquenessoftheirdemandreinforcedmyhoveringantagonismandensuredIdidn'thelpthemasImighthavedone,asIshouldhavedone,nodoubt.
Withoutaword,though,Iwentbacktotheoffice,findingthemfollowingmewithsharpsuspiciouseyesasifIwereplanningtodestroyevidence,givenhalfachance.IsobelandRosebothwatchedtheprocessionwithopenmouths.Ididn'tbotherwithintroductions.
Thetwoplain-clothesmendrewupbesidemydesk.Iopenedadrawer,broughtoutJogger'skeysandremovedhishousekeysfromthering.
TheytookthekeyswithoutcommentandaskedwhatJoggerhadbeendoinginthefarmyardonaSundaymorning.Irepliedthatallmyemployeescouldcomeandgointhefarmyardonanyerrandtheycaredto,Sundaysincluded,asitwasaworkday.
TheyaskedmeaboutJogger'sdrinkinghabits.Isaidhehadneverturnedupdrunkforwork.Apartfromthat,itwashisownaffair.
IfJoggerhadbeendrunkwhenhefellintothepit,Ithought,thepost-mortemwouldshowit.Speculationwaspointless,really.
TheelderofthetwopolicemennextaskedifanyonehadbeenpresentwithJoggerwhenhefell.NotthatIknewof,Isaid.HadI,personally,beenthere?No.HadIbeentothefarmyardonSat.u.r.daynightafterteno'clockoronSundaymorningatanytime?No.
Iaskedwhytheywereaskingsuchquestionsandwastoldthatallaccidentshadtobeinvestigated,ofcourse.Thecoronerwouldwantanswersattheinquest.Inpoliceexperience,hechillinglyadded'Peoplewithinformationcouldremainsilentsoasnottobecomeinvolved.Irefrainedfromaskingwhosefaulthethoughtthatmightbe.
Theinterviewproceededforseveralmoreminuteswithoutfruittoeitherside,asfarasIcouldsee.Theywatchedmekeenlywhiletellingmetheywouldbemakingenquiriesfrommyemployees.Inoddedneutrally,takingitforgranted.
TheyaskedforalistofalldriverswhohadbeenworkingonSat.u.r.dayorSunday.ItookthemalongtoIsobel'sofficeandaskedherforacomputerprint-outofthetimeseveryonehadleftandreturned.
Sheshookherheaddisgustedly.
'Look,Freddie,'shesaid,'I'msosorry,butIcan'tgetathingoutofthecomputertoday.WhenI'vesorteditout,I'lldotherecordsstraightaway.'Shepickedupapileoflog-books.'Theinformationisallinhere,it'sjustamatteroftypingit.'
'Sure,'Isaid,easily.'Canyoujustwritedownthenames,forastart?Usingold-fashionedpencilandpaper?'
Obliginglyshewrotethenamesfromthelog-bookcoversandhandedthelisttothepolicemanwhotookitstolidly.Whenthey'dgoneIsobelmadeafaceafterthem.'Theymighthavesaidthanks,evenifIdidb.a.l.l.supthecomputer.'
'Yes,theymight.'
ThespindlypressmancameoutofhiscarlikearabbitfromhisholeoncethepolicecarhaddrivenawayandIspentthenexttenminutesa.s.suringhimthatJoggerhadbeenagreatmechanic,hislosswouldbesorelyfelt,thepolicehadbeeninvestigatingtheaccident,wewouldhavetowaittheresultoftheirenquiries,andsoonandsoon,awholelotofplat.i.tudesb.u.t.thetruthasfarasitwent.Hedroveawayfinallyindissatisfaction,butIcouldn'thelpthat.
AquicklookatmywatchshowedI'ddriftedthroughmuchoflunchtimewithoutrememberingmyintentionoforganisingtheJoggermemorialpintsinthepub,soIscooteddownthereatoncetotalktothelandlord.
He,comfortablyfatwithabeerbellyofhisown,presidedoverano-frillshousegearedtothepsychologicalcomfortofthosemadeuneasybytoomuchluxury.Hepleasedaclienteleofbothstableworkersandausterelocalintellects,talkingeasilywithbothgroups.
'OldJoggerwasharmless,'hep.r.o.nounced.'Gotp.i.s.sedregularonSat.u.r.days.NotthefirsttimeSandy'sdrivenhimhome.Sandy'sagoodfellow,I'llsaythatforhim.WhatcanIdoforyou?'
Makealist,Isaid,ofeveryonewhohadbeeninthepubwithJoggeronhislastnightandgiveeachofthemtwoorthreepintsinhismemory.
'Verydecentofyou,Freddie,'hesaid,andbeganhislistthereandthen,startingoffwithSandySmithandaddingDaveandNigelandtwoothersofmydriversandproceedingtoladsfromalmosteverystableinPixhill,includinganewbunchfromMarigoldEnglish'syard,individualnamesunknown.'They'daskedinthevillageforthebestpub,'hetoldmecomplacently,'andweresteeredheretome.'
'Quiteright,'Isaid.'Gettheirnamesandwe'llmakeasortofmemorialscrollandframeitandhangithereonyourwallforabit.'
Thelandlordbecameenthusiastic.'We'lldooldJoggerproud,'hesaid.'He'dbetickledpink.'
'Um,'Isaidthoughtfully,'Isupposehedidn'tleaveanyfamouslastwords?'
'Sameagain!'thelandlordsaid,smilingbroadly.'Sameagain'werehisfavouritewords.'He'dbeenramblingonaboutaliensunderyourlorries,Iaskyou,butbythetimeheleft,'sameagain'wasaboutallhecouldmanage.Butalwaysthegentleman,thatJogger,neveranytroublewhenhe'dhadaskinful,neverfightingdrunklikethatDave.'
'Dave?'Iaskedinastonishment.'DoyoumeanmyDave?'
'Sure.He'lltakeaswingatanyone,givenenoughaleonboard.Heneverconnects,mindyou,hecan'tseestraightbythen.Istopservinghimthen,ofcourse,andtellhimtogohome.Sandytakeshimhometoo,sometimes,whenhe'stoofargoneeventobalanceonthatbike.Agoodlad,Sandy.Prettygoodforacopper.'
'Yes,'Isaid,andgavehimacashadvanceforthememorialpints,promisingtherestafterthelisthadbeendrawnupandeveryoneserved.
Howabout.i.tifwegettheirownsignatures,then?Makeitmorepersonal.Starttonight,shallI?'
Greatidea,'Isaid,'butputtheirfullnamesbesidethesignatures,soeveryonewillknowwhowashere.'
'Willdo.'
Iboughtahome-madeCornishpastyfromhimforatake-awaylunchandlefthimashebegantoseekoutasheetofpaperworthyoftherollofhonour.
DuringtheafternoonIwentthroughthelatestprint-outoftheaccountswithRoseandthenwithIsobel'sinputdrewupmyownsortofpencil-and-paperchartfortheweek.WhileIsobelwa.s.stillinmyofficeIinadvertentlykickedthecarrierleftbyMarigoldEnglish'slads,and,pickingitup,IaskedIsobeltothrowitaway.
Shetookitoutoftheofficebutinafewminutescameback,undecided.
'There'squiteagoodthermosflaskinthatcarrier.Ithought.i.twastoogoodtothrowawaysoItookitintothecanteenincaseoneofthedriverswouldlikeit.And...well...wouldyoucomeandlook?'
Sheseemedpuzzledenoughformetofollowheralongtothecanteentoseewhatwasonhermind.She'dtakenoutthepacketofsandwichesandlaidthemonthedraining-boardofthesinkthere,andshe'dunscrewedtheflaskandremovedthetopfromthevacuumbottleinside.She'spouredmostofthecontentsawayintothesink,andfoundmoreintheflaskthanliquid.
Ilookedwhereshepointed,thoughtherewasnomissingwhatwasworryingher.Lyinginthesinkwerefourgla.s.scontainers,eachasmalltubethreeandahalfincheslong,morethanacentimetreindiameter,amberincolourwithablackstopperfastenedonwithwhatlookedlikewaterproofadhesivetape.
'TheyfelloutwhenIpoured,'Isobelsaid.'Whatarethey?'
'I'venoidea.'
Thetubeswerecoveredwiththeopaquemilkyliquidthathadbeenintheflask.Ipickeduptheflaskandlookedintoitand,findingsomeoftheliquidstillinside,poureditintoacanteenmug.
Twomoretubesfellintothemug.
Theliquidwascoldandsmelledfaintlyofmilkycoffee.
'Don'tdrinkit!'IsobelexclaimedinalarmasIraisedthemugtomynose.
'Justsmellingit,'Isaid.
'It'scoffee,isn't.i.t?'
'I'dthinkso.'
Itookapaperplatefromthestackalwaysreadytohandandputthefourtubesfromthesinkontoit.ThenontoacanteentrayIputtheplate,themug,thethermos,itsscrew-ontopandthepacketofsandwiches,andwiththecarrieritselfundermyarmtookthewholelotalongtomydeskinmyoffice,Isobelfollowing.
'Whatevercantheybe?'sheaskedforaboutthefourthtime,andallIcouldsaywasthatIwouldfindout.
Withapapertowel,Iclearedthemilkyresidueoffoneofthetubes.Therewereafewnumbersetchedintothegla.s.swhichatfirstraisedexpectations,butalltheyannouncedwasthecontainer'scapacity,10cc.
Iheldthetubeuptothelightandtippeditupanddown.Itscontentswereliquidandtransparentbutmovedmoresluggishlythanwater.
'Aren'tyougoingtoopenit?'Isobelasked,agog.
Ishookmyhead.'Notjustnow.'Iputthetubebackontheplateandpushedthetrayawayasifitweren'timportant.'Let'sgetbacktoworkandI'lldecideaboutthisstufflater.'
ThetraytoonesideandwithIsobelgraduallylosinginterestinit,wefinishedmypreliminarypencil-and-paperchartandIsobelwentbacktoherofficetobringituptodateinthecomputer.
Shewasbackinmydoorwaywithinfiveminutes,lookingveryfrustrated,dressedforgoinghomeattheendofhershift.
'What'sthematter?'Iasked.
'Thecomputeristotallyontheblink.Ican'tdoathingwithit,norcanRose.Canyougetthatmantofixit?'
'OK,'Isaid,stretchingahandtothephonebook.'Thanksforeverythingandseeyouinthemorning.'