Murder In Bloom Part 32

'Orange juice, please,' said Fran, much though she would have loved a gin and tonic.

'So tell me what you and the inestimable Mrs Sarjeant have been up to this time,' he said, after they had ordered. Fran sat back in her chair and looked at him.

'You'll only be angry,' she said. 'And we came across Frank completely by accident. We were looking for tunnels.'

'Tunnels? You found him in a tunnel?'

'Not quite.' Fran giggled at the thought. She explained about the ice-house and smuggling tunnels, and the coincidence of Libby talking to George at The Red Lion.

'I expect the police have been looking for tunnels, too, haven't they?' she said innocently. 'They were there again this morning.'

'Tunnels, no.' Ian looked thoughtful. 'Was this something to do with your er thoughts?'

'Not really,' said Fran, 'although there was something else.' She looked down at the table and played with her gla.s.s. 'I saw a sort of, um, implement when I heard Lewis had been delayed in London.'

'Delayed? How did you hear that?' Ian's voice was sharp.

'He texted Mog. Libby's son's boss.' Fran looked up at him anxiously. 'Is there something wrong?'

Ian's mouth twisted. 'You could say that,' he said.

'Well, tell me, then,' said Fran.

The waitress arrived with their food and smiled fetchingly at Ian, who scowled.

'All I can say is that he is helping with enquiries,' he said, cutting savagely into a sausage.

'New evidence,' said Fran, spearing a lettuce leaf. 'The weapon?'

Ian glared at her. 'All right, yes, but don't you dare tell anyone.'

'Not even Libby?' said Fran sweetly.

Ian cast his eyes to heaven. 'I would like to say especially not Libby, but there would be no point.'

Fran nodded and chewed thoughtfully. 'Did Frank tell you Shepherd used to be at The Laurels?'

'He did. I was charmed at the coincidence.'

Fran laughed. 'Poor Ian,' she said. 'I'm sorry we're such a nuisance. We do try not to get involved.'

'Not hard enough,' said Ian with a reluctant smile. 'Come on, tell me what else you've been thinking about this business.'

So Fran told him everything she and Libby had thought and done since Adam first told his mother about the skeleton.

'And I began to wonder about Cindy,' she concluded, 'because I think she saw Tony West before she claimed to have arrived on Sunday.'

'She didn't claim to, she did arrive on Sunday,' said Ian. 'That's proven.'

'Then she came over before. Have you checked that?'

'Why are you so sure?' asked Ian. 'Or is that a silly question?'

'She said nothing about West when she first arrived at Creekmarsh, then flew into hysterics when she first heard he was dead. None of it rang true. I was sure I could see her at West's. In fact, I was almost certain she was his killer.'

Ian stared. 'I wish I could tell them all this in London,' he said. 'They're questioning Osbourne-Walker about it now.'

'Don't you think that's a coincidence too far? The current owner of Creekmarsh killing the man who had power of attorney to sell it to him just after the body '

'All right, all right,' said Ian, 'don't get so complicated. But the evidence is incontrovertible.'

'So what is it?' asked Fran, pushing her plate away.

'The murder weapon. It belongs to Osbourne-Walker.'

'They found it?'

'Oh, yes.'

'Where?'

'Come on, Fran, I've already told you more than I should. What was this weapon you er saw?'

'It was like a sort of enlarged darning mushroom,' said Fran, sketching with her hands.

Ian's eyes widened. 'It's a handmade carver's mallet, a really unusual one,' he said. 'And that's just what it looks like. It's an antique.'

Fran nodded. 'And Tony West gave it to him, didn't he?'

Ian's mouth fell open. 'I give up,' he said. 'I'll call London and ask them to look for Dale's fingerprints. There were a few there that they couldn't match.'

'Suppose you could prove Dale had been there. Could you prove whether or not she killed West?' asked Fran.

'We'd have a d.a.m.n good try.' Ian pushed his chair back. 'I don't want to hurry you, but I think I ought to get on to this straight away.'

Fran stood up. 'So do I,' she said.

'Oh, and Fran, thank you,' he said as they left The Sloop, 'but if you ever breathe a word that I'm gullible enough to listen to you, I'll clap you in jail.'

'You've listened before,' said Fran, 'it even got into the papers. If I'm right it won't matter, but if I'm not, I'll keep quiet as long as you do.'

Ian kissed her cheek. 'Deal,' he said. 'I'm a very bad policeman.'

'How did it go?' asked Guy when Fran went into the gallery to report.

'All right, I suppose,' she said, perching on the table he used as a desk. 'He's going to follow up a suggestion I made. But I mustn't talk about it.'

'Not even to me?'

'Not even to Libby, according to Ian,' said Fran.

'But you will,' laughed Guy.

'Of course,' said Fran, 'and I'll tell you, too.'

Later, she called Libby and told her everything Ian had said, including the warning about spreading the glad tidings.

'Cheek!' said Libby indignantly. 'After all we've done for him.'

'Not that much, actually, Lib, but I convinced him with my description of the murder weapon, so he was willing to give it a go. He'll take a lot of flack if they don't find any evidence of Cindy being in that house.'

'Will he let you know if they do?'

'I don't know whether he'll be able to, but I expect he'll try.' Fran paused. 'He's really very sweet, you know.'

'Hey!' said Libby warningly. 'Wedding day two weeks away, remember.'

'He's still sweet,' said Fran. 'So what do we do now?'

'Have they seen Gerald Shepherd yet?'

'He didn't say,' said Fran. 'They'll probably need specially trained officers, won't they?'

'Well, I suppose we'll find out all about it soon,' said Libby with a sigh. 'If Lewis comes back it means they no longer suspect him. Oh, and you didn't tell me Tony West gave him the mallet.'

'It only came to me while I was talking to Ian,' said Fran. 'I expect we'll hear the whole story if Lewis comes back.'

'And if he isn't still fed up with us.'

'If what I told Ian means he's been released, he'll be too grateful to ignore us,' said Fran. 'Let me know as soon as you hear anything.'

'And you,' said Libby, and disconnected. Almost as soon as she had done so, the phone rang again.

'h.e.l.lo, Ma, it's me,' said Adam unnecessarily. 'Lewis is on his way back. He wanted to know what everybody was doing this evening.'

Chapter Twenty-nine.

HARRY MANAGED TO FIT them all in at The Pink Geranium: Libby and Ben, Fran and Guy, Adam and Lewis. Mog said wistfully he would love to come but thought he might be needed at home.

'I'm surprised Fiona's let you come back to work so soon,' said Libby.

'So'm I,' said Mog. 'But I get under her feet, and her mother's there almost every day.'

'Ah,' said Libby. 'I see. Better go back home now, then.'

Lewis, looking drawn but relieved, arrived a little after the appointed time of nine o'clock, bearing a large bouquet, which he handed straight to Fran.

'I don't know what to say, and I don't know how you did it, but thanks to you I'm off the hook,' he said, then leant over to kiss Libby. 'And you, of course, Lib.'

'It was nothing to do with me,' said Libby, 'only marginally, anyway, so sit down and tell us what's been going on.'

Donna came over to take their orders and Harry sent out a bottle of champagne on the house.

'Shame I don't drink,' said Lewis, 'but lovely thought. He's a dish, isn't he?'

'Hands off,' said Adam.

'Yeah, I know he's spoken for, but a fella can look, can't he?' Lewis gave a tired grin. 'Well, here goes. I was up at the London flat, see, and Katie was at hers. I been talking to my producer, and they want to firm up ideas for the next series. It's been a bit delayed, so they're keen to get on with it. Anyway, this morning these coppers turn up on my doorstep with a warrant for my arrest.' He paused, looking down at the table. 'It was ... well, I dunno how to describe it.' He looked up. 'I wanted to tell you, but I didn't have a chance.'

'That was when you sent the text to Mog?' asked Adam.

'Yeah. His was the first memory b.u.t.ton, and I thought he'd tell you.' He grinned at Libby. 'And you. And I knew you'd make a guess at what was going on.'

'And Fran saw your carver's mallet,' said Libby. Fran went pink.

'You what?' Lewis gaped.

Libby explained. 'Then she told Ian Connell, the inspector down here, and he relayed the info to London.'

'What, that she'd seen it?'

'No, that Cindy Dale's prints might be on it,' said Fran.

There was an astonished silence round the table. Lewis and Adam looked at each other, stupefied, and Guy and Ben looked bewildered. Fran told them what she had suspected.

'So Ian must have persuaded them to check for the prints and look into the possibility that Cindy was in the country before Sunday,' said Libby. 'Brilliant, Fran.'

'They must have found the prints,' said Fran, 'or they'd never have let Lewis go.'

'They were quick about it, then,' said Lewis.

'They let me go late afternoon.'

'I asked Ian if he'd tell me what happened, but I doubt if he will,' said Fran. 'He opened up to me more than he should have at lunchtime.'

'I wonder why?' said Guy.

'Oh, shut up,' said Fran, giving him an affectionate nudge.

'Well, congratulations, Lewis,' said Ben, raising his gla.s.s. 'I'm really pleased. That means you can get on with the next series as soon as possible, I suppose?'