Hamish Macbeth - Death Of A Dreamer Part 20

"My moneys on Dora," said Robin.

"I thought you suspected Betty."

"I think it's Dora now. She's had a rough, coa.r.s.e life. I bet she was in a lot of fights when she was on the streets."

"But what would Dora have to do with the murder of Effie?"

"Maybe Effie's death was suicide."

"Hal phoned his wife to say he was getting married," said Hamish. "One of the women must have been seen with him. We'd better go up to the hotel and start again."

"All that stuff about me trying to break up someone's marriage was rubbish," said Robin. "You said you knew."

"I don't think you planned to break up a marriage, more to sleep your way to the top."

Hamish's phone rang before Robin had time to reply. "Get back here immediately," Jimmy ordered. "They've phoned over the DNA results."

"Whose is it?" demanded Hamish as soon as he and Robin walked into the police unit.

"Jock Fleming. They've gone to fetch him," said Jimmy.

"Where's Mrs. Fleming?"

"We had to let her go for the moment. That night, she says, she wanted to go down to the garden at the back for a bit of fresh air. She said if she'd gone out the front, the sound of all the locks being unlocked would have woken Mrs. Dunne. Mind you, I've sent some men to go through that room of hers again, looking for the least little thing. That sounds like Jock arriving now."

The artist was brought in. He looked at them wearily. "What now?"

"Sit down," barked Jimmy.

Jock slumped down in the chair in front of him.

"A used condom was found in the back garden at Sea View. We found your DNA on it. Now your ex-wife says that on the night Addenfest was murdered, she went out through the fire door and down into the back garden for a bit of air."

"It's all very simple," said Jock. "She wanted to talk about more money. One thing led to another. We had a quickie up against the garden wall."

A policeman who had just walked in interrupted them. "Sir," he said to Jimmy, "sorry to interrupt, but this was found st.i.tched into the hem of the curtains." He held out a gla.s.sine envelope full of white powder. "I tested a bit. It's cocaine."

"Get Dora Fleming along here."

Jimmy glared at Jock. "Do you know what I think? I think you wanted that notebook of Addenfest's because you were frightened that there was something in there that would incriminate you. I think you miserable pair-you and your ex-wife-got high. I think one of you lured him to the beach, and you both killed him to cover up the murder of Effie Garrard."

"This is rubbish," bl.u.s.tered Jock.

"And why should you want s.e.x with a wife you divorced?"

"She's got certain interesting tricks."

I am slipping, thought Hamish ruefully. I had thought he was such a nice ordinary man.

Dora was brought in. Jimmy waved the envelope of cocaine in front of her. "This was found sewn into the curtains of your room."

"That's naethin tae dae wi' me!" she shrieked. "You lot must ha' planted it there."

"Enough of this," said Jimmy. He turned to his waiting police officers. "Take them over to police headquarters. I'll interview them separately."

As they were led out, volubly protesting, Hamish said, "That's odd."

"I'm off," said Jimmy. "What's odd?"

"Dora Fleming shows no sign of being a drug user. Someone could have planted those drugs."

"Why?"

"To muddy the waters."

"Go back to Mrs. Fleming's room and see if you can see anything that might have been missed."

Robin felt uneasily that as the superior officer she should be taking the initiative, not Hamish. But Daviot's rejection had thrown her, and she was sure he would do everything in his power to block any promotion. She wished these murder cases would get solved quickly now so that she could put in for a transfer.

Mrs. Dunne was furious. She followed them up the stairs to Dora's room protesting that she kept a decent house and somehow it was all Hamish's fault. Hamish and Robin went into Doras room, and Hamish shut the door firmly in Mrs. Dunne's angry face.

There was a sour smell in the room. "She doesn't believe in washing much," said Robin, wrinkling her nose, "and her dirty clothes are lying everywhere."

"Let's see these curtains," said Hamish. He knelt down on the floor and studied the unpicked hem. The curtains were acid green and of a cheap synthetic material. They were short, and when he drew them closed, the light shone through them. "That's how they saw the envelope of drugs," he said. "They would look at the curtains and see it outlined against the light. And look. The st.i.tches are very neat. I cannot imagine one such as Dora Fleming being a good needlewoman."

"So you think the drugs were planted?"

"Maybe. Let's have a good look around."

They searched the room thoroughly but found nothing incriminating. "I tell you what," said Hamish. "Do you mind if I leave you alone for a bit? I've a personal call to make."

"And I've got someone to see in Strathbane," said Robin. She had decided to confront Daviot and see if she could use a bit of emotional blackmail on him.

"Right. I'll meet you back at the police unit at, say, diree o'clock."

Hamish headed up to the hotel. He had a sudden longing to see Priscilla, to sit in her calm presence as he had done in the past and talk about the case.

He found her in the gift shop, selling a mohair sweater to a tourist. After she had finished, Hamish asked, "Any chance of a talk?"

"I'll just close up the shop and tell Mr. Johnson if anyone wants anything to tell them to come back later. You look worried."

She locked the shop door. "We'll use the gun room."

"I hope it's kept securely locked," said Hamish uneasily.

"It's locked and burglar-alarmed."

Hamish waited while Priscilla unlocked the gun room door and reset the alarm. They sat down in battered old leather chairs. A reflection of Priscilla's face swam in the gla.s.s of one of the cabinets, and dust motes danced in the shafts of sunlight coming in through the windows.

Hamish began to talk, going over everything he had learned.

He wound up by saying, "I fear there is something far wrong with Jock Fleming. What sort of man sneaks out at night to have s.e.x with his ex-wife up against a garden wall?"

"It's a new one for you, Hamish. You see, I don't think you've come across someone so completely amoral as Jock Fleming before. It is my opinion he would screw the cat."

"Has he made a pa.s.s at you?"

"Not even a flicker. It's my money he's after. And there's a point: You say drugs were found? Maybe Jock's a drug addict."

"I don't believe it. Neither Jock nor Dora shows the slightest sign of drugs-unless you count alcohol as a drug. I think someone really did plant it there and someone very clever who knew that with the sun shining through those cheap curtains, the envelope would be spotted."

"So either someone knew about the fire door or someone managed to get in during the day unseen. How could they do that?"

"Mrs. Dunne doesn't lock the outside door during the day. It took a strong nerve to sneak in there and calmly sit sewing that envelope into the curtains. I'd better ask around again. Maybe someone saw someone going into Mrs. Dunne's who doesn't live there."

"There's something mad, calculating, and cunning about our murderer," said Priscilla. "And somehow, though Jock may not be the murderer, it's something to do with him. Unless, of course, Effie's sister is right and she really did commit suicide and Hal's wife knew about his will and decided to finish him off before he got married to whoever he was talking about."

"That's if there was another woman," said Hamish. "He could just have been saying that out of malice."

"And yet he went out in the middle of the night to meet someone."

"Could be someone from his past, someone we don't know about."

"What about Betty Barnard?"

"Hard to imagine," said Hamish stiffly. "Oh, well, I'd better get off and start questioning people. That means starting with the Currie sisters, since they're next door to Sea View."

Hamish started by questioning Nessie Currie, mentally editing out the Greek chorus that was her sister.

"I saw no one going in there that shouldnae be going in there," said Nessie. "There was just the folks that live there when I looked and the postie."

"What time of day did you see the postie?"

"Must have been about lunchtime yesterday."

"But the postman only delivers at nine in the morning."

"Then it must have been a special delivery because he walked right in."

"Did you see him come out?"

"I've got more to do with my day than stand on my doorstep and watch people."

"What did this postman look like?"

"Tall. One of thae baseball caps. Couldn't see his face." It could have been easy for someone to masquerade as a postman, thought Hamish. Navy clothes, a canvas bag, and a baseball cap pulled well down. Must have known Dora Fleming wasn't due back for a while. So we're looking for a man. Maybe it's Jock, after all.

He thanked Nessie and went along the waterfront, questioning one villager after another. A few had seen the postman. He had arrived on a bicycle, but they could not add anything further to Nessie's description of him.

Then Hamish remembered that the hotel had a few bicycles for use by more energetic guests.

He headed back to the hotel and asked the manager if he could take a look at the bikes.

"Go and take a look yourself," said Mr. Johnson. "They're in a shed by the kitchen door. It's not locked during the day. No one's taken one out for months."

Hamish went round to the back of the hotel. He could hear the clatter of dishes from the kitchen. He went to the shed and opened the door. There were six mountain bikes.

At first, diey all seemed to be clean and oiled. The roads had been dusty. He went from one to the other. The one at the end had a thin film of dust on it. Need to get this fingerprinted, he thought. Things are looking bad for Jock.

He went back to the mobile unit to meet Robin. Her face was flushed, and she looked as if she had been crying.

Robin had gone to Strathbane to see Daviot. He had received her coldly. Robin asked him what had happened between them, and he had said his affair with her had been nothing but a bit of dangerous folly and that he loved his wife.

Upset and furious, Robin tried to hint that she could make life difficult for him if the affair ever came to light.

"If you do that," Daviot had said, "I will deny everything. I should never have got mixed up with a harpy like you. I am arranging for you to be transferred to Inverness. You start there next week. My secretary will give you the details."

Robin knew she was beaten. If she did make the affair public, then she would be found to be the guilty one in the chauvinistic world of the police force.

She seemed barely to listen when Hamish told her about the bicycle and suggested they both go to Strathbane to interrupt Jimmy's interview.

"You go," she said. "I'll keep on asking questions."

Robin wandered along the waterfront. The air was close and warm, and midges stung at her cheeks and bare arms. She stopped to slap at them when she heard herself being hailed by Elspeth. "You should go to Patel's and get some repellent," said Elspeth. "In the meantime, have some of mine."

"Thanks." Robin took the stick from her and applied it.

"How's the case going?" asked Elspeth.

"Who cares?" said Robin bitterly. "I'm sick of the police. You know, I always thought policemen would be honourable, but they're just rats like any other men. Take you to bed one night and claim the moral high ground the next. Makes me sick."

She handed back the repellent and strode off, leaving Elspeth staring after her in dismay.

Faithless, philandering Hamish, thought Elspeth bitterly. She went back to the local newspaper office and phoned the news editor in Glasgow.

"Things have ground to a halt up here," she said.

"We could do with you back in Glasgow," said the editor. "But your colour pieces have been very good. What about a piece on that local copper? File it and then come back. We can always send you up again if anything breaks."

Elspeth switched on her laptop and began to write. Her fingers seemed to fly across the keyboard.

Hamish pulled Jimmy out of an interview to tell him about the postman and the hotel bicycle which looked as if it had been used.

"What are they playing at?" asked Jimmy, meaning Jock and his wife.

"I cannae see that either Jock or Dora would put those drugs in Dora's room. Why should they?"

"I'll get someone to check with the post office and see if there was any delivery made to Sea View that day. Get back to Lochdubh and see if you can find out more."