Murder In Bloom Part 34

'Hmph,' said Mog, scowling at a young woman with tied-back hair and collapsing trousers.

'Will you appear in the show?' Libby asked Adam.

'In the background doing the heavy work,' said Adam. 'The peasants, you know.'

'No more police?'

'I haven't seen any,' said Adam. 'I would have told you if I had.'

'Did they investigate the ice-house?'

'Ice house?' Adam wrinkled his brow. 'N-no. Where is it?'

'Don't know,' said Libby cheerfully. 'Perhaps I'll go and look for it if I won't get in the way.'

'Where do you think it is?'

'Somewhere down by the river,' said Libby. 'Do you know where they found that little boat?'

'Just round from the sailing club, I think,' said Adam. 'Do you think it's there? What is it exactly, anyway?'

Libby explained, then set off, circling the walled parterre garden and setting off towards the ha-ha. She pa.s.sed the bench where she had sat with Lewis, and branched off to the right without going down to the sailing club and the pontoon. The inlet reached like a hand from the river into the Creekmarsh estate, the thumb towards the sailing club and the other fingers just round a bend. Libby went towards these, but discovered a ma.s.s of brambles and vegetation that made it almost impossible to reach, especially for a slightly overweight, vertically challenged person in sandals.

Trees overhung the sloping ground and police tape fluttered in the breeze. No boat was thrust into the bank now, but Libby could see where it had been. Above it, roots from the overhanging trees formed an archway, almost an entrance ...

Libby's heart thumped. An entrance. She tried leaning forward to see if there was, indeed, a tunnel, but from her vantage point she couldn't. Besides, she thought, if there was a tunnel, the police would have found it, surely. From down there, where the boat had been, they would have been able to see. Nevertheless, she started up the slope to see if she couldn't work her way round and come out above the inlet.

It was a scramble, and after five minutes Libby was red in the face, with bits of vegetation in her hair, feeling very glad she was wearing jeans. Suddenly, to her surprise, she came up against what appeared to be wire netting. She sat back on her heels and looked at it. It ran uphill through the bushes and downhill to disappear over a slight mound.

'Must be the boundary of the estate,' thought Libby. 'And still no sign of a tunnel.'

Dispirited, she hauled herself to her feet and struck off to her left, which, if her sense of direction was intact, would take her back to the meadow below the ha-ha. Sure enough, through the trees, she could see the artificial trench with its retaining wall, which must start, she thought, looking round, about here. And then her feet went out from under her and she slid inelegantly forward into darkness.

When she'd recovered enough to know (a) she wasn't dead and (b) she could still see daylight behind her, she sat up.

'This is it,' she whispered to herself as she got tentatively to her feet. The ceiling of the opening was the same height as the ha-ha, so it looked as though it ran under the meadow and must have been created at the same time. She looked left and right, and ahead, but could see nothing. 'And this,' she continued to herself, 'is where the heroine of the film naturally goes forward into impenetrable darkness without anyone knowing where she is.' She grinned at herself and began to look round the floor near her feet, lit slightly by the daylight behind, which seemed mainly to consist of rotting leaves. And then, just behind her, almost out of sight, something that looked slightly different.

Gingerly, she got down on her knees and pulled at a corner, which revealed the object as a leather doc.u.ment case. With shaking fingers, Libby unzipped it, although the zip was both old and slightly rusty. Inside, she could see what looked like a birth certificate, and closed it again hastily. There was no reason why she shouldn't look, but she felt instinctively that it was none of her business and that the police should see it first.

She scrambled shakily out of the hole and stood looking at it. If it was an entrance to a tunnel, somebody else would have to investigate, but she had seen no evidence of bricks, only packed earth, so it looked as though it possibly wasn't the ice-house. She turned and made her way along the bottom of the ha-ha until she got to the place where she could climb up to the meadow. Then, deciding not to take her find to the house, she made for the lane and from there to the Land Rover at the bottom of the drive. Once inside, she called Ian Connell, thanking her lucky stars that she still had his mobile number in her phone memory.

It took some time for him to answer, and when he did he didn't sound too pleased to hear from her.

'No, Ian, listen,' she said urgently. 'I've just fallen into some kind of tunnel at Creekmarsh and found this case. I think it's got a birth certificate in it.'

'A what?'

'Well, you know we thought Cindy Dale must be looking for doc.u.ments? Couldn't this be it?'

There was a short silence. 'Does anyone else know you've found this?'

'No. I came straight to the Land Rover and called you. What shall I do? Shall I bring it in?'

'No,' said Ian, slowly. 'We'd better have a look at this place where you found it. Can you wait there for us?'

'Yes,' said Libby doubtfully. 'They've got television people here, so it won't be easy for you to get down there without people seeing. Shall I tell anyone?'

'You'd better tell Mrs North and Osbourne-Walker we're coming.'

'If I can detach him from the television people,' said Libby.

'We'll be there as quickly as we can,' said Ian and rang off. Libby climbed down from the Land Rover and plodded up the drive.

Katie was in the kitchen with Edie. Libby had worked out what to say and hoped there wouldn't be too many questions.

'Just to tell you,' she said, 'the police are coming back shortly to have a look at the area down by the river.'

Katie and Edie looked at her blankly.

'Are they?' said Katie. 'What for?'

'I don't really know,' said Libby. 'Had I better tell Lewis?'

'Well ' said Katie.

'See you in a bit, then,' said Libby, and vanished.

She made quickly for the parterre, where she beckoned to Adam and whispered her news to him before jogging back to the Land Rover just in time, as Ian's car drew up in the lane, followed by a police car.

'You have your uses, I suppose,' said Ian, shaking Libby's hand.

'Here you are,' she said. 'I only had a quick look. I haven't taken anything out.' She handed over the case. Ian looked inside and drew out some doc.u.ments. He nodded.

'Cindy's marriage certificate,' he said. 'And her original pa.s.sport. This is what she was looking for all right.'

'Is there anything else?'

'Yes, but I haven't time to look at them now.' He grinned at her. 'Don't worry, I'll let you know what they are, even if I shouldn't. Where's this hole?'

Libby led them down the lane to avoid the company in the parterre, and along the trench.

'This isn't the first time you've fallen into a hole, is it?' said Ian, with another grin.

'No, but I don't know how you know about the first time,' said Libby.

'Word gets around.' Ian bent his head and went into the opening carefully, motioning his minions to do the same. Libby watched from a safe distance. Eventually, Ian came out looking grubby and beckoned her over.

'There seem to be pa.s.sages leading both ways from here,' he said.

'Down to the river and an ice house,' said Libby.

'How do you know that?' Ian frowned.

'An educated guess,' said Libby. 'And the other way will lead to the house with some kind of offshoot tunnels to the pub and the church.'

'Fran told me about the tunnels, but as we didn't find any sign of them inside the house we didn't pursue it,' said Ian, still frowning. 'You think there's an ice-house near the river?'

'That's where they were always built, for easy access,' said Libby, 'and of course it helped the smugglers.'

'Where we found the boat?'

'Probably. It looked to me as though there could be an entrance up on the bank.'

'When were you there, or is that a silly question?'

'This morning. I was on my way back when I fell into the hole under the ha-ha.'

'Show me,' said Ian, and motioned her to take the lead.

'Shouldn't you tell your mates to try the left-hand tunnel and see if we meet up?' asked Libby. Ian scowled at her.

'I'll do that when I've had a look from this end,' he said.

He was more adept at crawling through the vegetation than Libby, and soon confirmed that there was what looked like an opening, shielded by brambles, above the still fluttering police tape.

'I don't know why we didn't notice it before,' he said, as he slithered back down to join Libby.

'You weren't looking for it,' said Libby.

'Did Cindy come this way? Instead of across the field?' Ian pulled at his lower lip. 'Was that a blind? Leaving the boat where it was?'

'Or perhaps she came down, took the boat, sailed it or rowed it round into the inlet and escaped through the tunnel,' suggested Libby.

'How did she know about the tunnel?'

'She was living here when she disappeared, wasn't she? And was supposedly looking after Gerald, who we now know was already suffering from Alzheimer's. He could have told her without realising.'

Ian nodded. 'Possible,' he said. 'Probable, even.' He gave Libby a quick smile and she could see what Fran had seen in him. 'Thanks, Libby. You and Fran between you might be a b.l.o.o.d.y nuisance sometimes, but as I said before, you have your uses.'

Libby grinned. 'I know,' she said.

They returned to the entrance under the ha-ha and Ian went in after his officers. Libby sat on the ground with her back against the retaining wall and squinted in the sunlight. m.u.f.fled sounds and voices came from behind her, but she was unable to distinguish anything other than the odd call of 'Sir!' She wondered who was in charge of the search of the pa.s.sage towards the house, and whether it would be open, or if all the theories would go tumbling down in the face of a rockfall or an extended root system.

Her thoughts were disturbed by a much louder scuffling and confusion and Ian, followed by a constable with a mobile to his ear and a green look about his face, stumbled out into the open.

'What?' said Libby.

'I shouldn't really tell you,' he said and held out a hand to help her up. 'But you've a right to know.' Libby scrambled upright. 'Know what?' 'Cindy Dale. She didn't go anywhere. We've just found her body.'

Chapter Thirty-one.

'IN THE ICE-HOUSE,' Libby told Fran over the phone. She was sitting in the Land Rover feeling distinctly shaky. 'It was where we thought, by the river. And there is a tunnel right through to the house. They're trying to find out where it comes out at the moment.'

'What about the tunnels to the pub and the church?' asked Fran.

'I haven't asked. Ian was too busy. I was lucky he told me what he did. Trouble is, I'm now a witness, because I told him where I thought the entrance from the river was and showed him the opening where I fell in. I've got to make a statement.'

'You've done that before,' said Fran, 'don't worry about it.'

'I'm not, but I want to go home.' Libby shivered. 'I'm beginning to hate this place.'

'Can't you go home? They can always come out and see you.'

'Not unless Ian says I can, and he's a bit tied up at the moment. He told me to wait here.'

'Then I don't suppose he'll be long,' said Fran soothingly. 'You'll soon be back to normal and revising all our theories.'

'That's true,' said Libby, thinking. 'If Cindy didn't kill Tony '

'Ah, but she still might have.'

'But someone killed Cindy. Why?'

'Good question,' said Fran. 'I'll have a think about it. Call me when you get home.'

After another ten minutes, Libby was getting edgy. She climbed out of the Land Rover, locked it and walked up the drive to the house. In the kitchen she found Lewis, Edie and Katie, all looking scared, with the police presence evident from the sounds of boots from all directions.

'Have they found the entrance yet?' asked Libby.

Lewis shook his head. 'They can't open it from the tunnel, and we can't hear anything from inside the house, so they haven't got a clue where it is.'

'They'll bring in all sorts of sophisticated equipment, you'll see,' said Libby, 'and pinpoint it with absolute accuracy.'

'How did Cindy know it was there?' asked Katie. 'I could have sworn she wasn't that familiar with the house.'

'Perhaps she didn't go into it from the house,' said Libby. 'Before they found the er her, I thought she'd taken the boat and left it as a sort of red herring and escaped through the tunnel from the other end, so perhaps she did that, but someone caught her.'

'Someone who'd come from the house?' asked Lewis dubiously.

'Or someone who was waiting for her down there.'