Murder In Bloom Part 35

'Like who?'

'How do I know?' Libby shrugged and turned to Katie. 'How long was it since you saw her till we discovered she'd gone?'

'Not long. I made a pot of tea. You came in and asked me if I'd taken her a cup.' Katie looked up at Lewis. Edie still hadn't said anything, but clasped Lewis's arm tightly.

'Couldn't have been longer than twenty minutes,' said Lewis. 'How did she get down to the river in that time without being seen?'

'That's always been the question,' said Libby, 'but if she went through the tunnel, that explains it.'

'What was the tunnel like?' asked Katie. 'I mean, was it clear?'

'I didn't go into the tunnels, just the bit where there's the opening I fell into. But that was full of leaves and stuff. I see what you mean, though. If the tunnels hadn't been used for a long time they could be blocked up. I thought that myself while I was waiting down um there.'

'She wouldn't be able to go fast, would she?' said Katie. 'And didn't she take a bag with her?'

'That's what I said at the time,' said Libby. 'If she ran down to the boathouse after getting out through that little side door we found open, she must have gone like the wind. And no one saw her.'

'But she couldn't run along a tunnel in the dark with a heavy bag, either,' said Katie.

'Unless she had a torch. I wonder if they found one?' said Libby.

'It would make sense, though,' said Katie, getting up to move the kettle onto the Aga. 'That's why none of us saw her.'

'Why you didn't see her,' said Lewis. 'We weren't here. You were the only one in the kitchen.'

'Well, I didn't see her. I told you,' said Katie, warming the brown teapot. 'And why was that little door open?'

'A ruse,' said Libby. 'She opened it to look as though she went that way.'

'We still don't know how she got to the tunnel if she did go that way, though,' said Lewis. 'It must be somewhere near that door.'

'There isn't anything near it just a pa.s.sage,' said Libby. 'And Fran and I looked round the outside and there's no sign of any concealed doors or whatever.'

Katie poured water into the teapot. 'They'll find it, don't worry,' she said comfortably. 'Trust the police.'

'They wouldn't have found her body without me poking my nose in,' said Libby. 'They'd have gone on looking for her for the murder of Tony West and the suspected murder of Kenneth.'

'Hmm,' said Katie, setting out mugs. 'At least she won't be going after Gerald now. If he really is alive.'

'Oh, he's alive all right,' said Libby. 'Ian just won't tell us where, but I'm pretty sure he's already been to see him.'

'Has he?' Katie looked up.

'He hasn't said so, but Frank at the pub will have told him the name of the home, so he must have been by now.'

'And not got very far if he's got Alzheimer's,' said Lewis gloomily. 'What a b.u.g.g.e.r. I wish I'd never seen this place.'

'Well, you have,' said Katie, 'and you're going to get a good series out of it, so stop moaning. C'mon, Edie, have a biscuit with your tea.'

Ian appeared at the door, his habitual scowl much in evidence.

'I thought I said to wait for me,' he said to Libby.

'I have,' she said. 'I didn't see why I shouldn't wait in here in comfort rather than sitting in a stifling car.' She smiled at Katie, who pushed a full mug towards her.

'Could you come outside for a moment.' It wasn't a question. Libby sighed, got up and followed him out into the hall.

'I need to take a formal statement,' he said stiffly. 'I can hardly do that with them in there.'

'I know,' said Libby. 'But wouldn't it be better if someone came round to see me at home? You can't do it here, and I'm blowed if I'm trailing in to the police station.'

Ian sighed. 'All right, all right,' he said. 'Are you in this evening?'

'I can be,' said Libby and batted her eyelashes at him. His scowl deepened.

'I'll come with one of the DCs,' he said, 'if that's all right. As soon as I can get away.'

'Don't rush,' said Libby, with a grin. 'I'll wait.'

'He's coming to take my statement tonight,' she said, returning to the kitchen, 'so I can go when I've finished my tea.'

'Did he tell you anything?' asked Lewis.

'No, he wouldn't. If I can get Fran to come over this evening she might be able to get something out of him. He's still got a soft spot for her.'

'Nice looking, he is,' said Katie with a nod. 'You couldn't do better than him, lovey.'

'I'm spoken for, Katie, but thanks for the thought. Anyone got anything they'd like to ask him if we get him in a mellow mood?'

'When can I get back to normal,' said Lewis, looking gloomier than ever. 'Never-ending, this b.l.o.o.d.y business.'

Katie put her hands on the table and pushed herself upright. 'You just ask him to get it all cleared up nice and quick,' she said. 'Edie, you look like you need a lie down. Not nice, murder, is it?' And she shepherded Lewis's mother out of the room towards her little sitting room.

'Is your mum all right?' asked Libby.

'Just a bit shaky,' said Lewis. 'All a bit much for her, I reckon.'

'A bit much for you, too,' said Libby, patting his shoulder. 'I'll get out of your way. Tell Ad I've gone home, will you?'

'OK, and thanks, Libby.' Lewis gave her a kiss.

'What for? Finding a body and making life more complicated?' Libby shook her head. 'Not a good move.'

''Course it was,' said Lewis, walking beside her down the drive. 'They're that much nearer clearing it all up because you went nosing around. You ought to get a medal, that's what.'

'So should Fran,' said Libby.

'For getting me out of clink,' said Lewis. 'So she should.'

Ian and the fresh-faced Constable Maiden, he of the bright blue eyes and red hair, arrived at number 17 Allhallow's Lane only minutes after Fran and Guy that evening. Guy promptly dragged Adam and Ben out for a drink, winking at Fran over Ian's shoulder. She made a face.

'h.e.l.lo, Mr Maiden,' said Libby. 'Would you like tea?'

'It's DS Maiden, now,' said Ian, smiling at his junior officer. Maiden blushed.

'Congratulations,' said Fran. 'To think I've known you since you were in uniform!'

'This is a formal interview,' warned Ian, 'so Mrs Castle should really not be in the room.'

'Oh, rubbish. If we were at the police station, yes, but not here,' said Fran briskly.

Ian looked sideways at his sergeant, who grinned back innocently.

'Very good,' he said. 'No tea for me.'

Maiden's face fell. Fran patted him on the shoulder. 'I'll make you some,' she said. 'Is that all right, Libby?'

'Of course it is. Pour us a gla.s.s of wine while you're there.' Libby turned back to Ian who was looking even more disapproving. 'Carry on.'

The interview was little more than a reiteration of the information Ian had already received from both Fran and Libby. He listened to their theories while DS Maiden got more and more interested and forgot to take notes.

'So aren't you going to satisfy our curiosity now?' asked Libby, returning from the kitchen with the bottle of wine. 'Did you find the entrance to the tunnel from the house?'

'No,' said Ian. 'In fact, we don't think there is an entrance there any more. The end of the tunnel is simply packed earth with no suggestion of a door.'

'Have you tried to get through the earth?' asked Fran.

'Even if we did, Dale couldn't have done, whether she was coming or going.'

'No,' said Libby, 'so what about the other tunnels?'

'Other tunnels?'

'The ones to the pub and the church.'

'They wouldn't be any use to someone escaping the house, would they?' said Ian, finally accepting a cup of tea from Fran.

'But if she was coming from the river,' said Libby. 'Maybe she knew how to get out at the church. Or even the pub. Frank showed us where they thought the tunnel had come out in his cellars.'

'With someone waiting for her who would then lug her body all the way back to the ice-house?' Ian shook his head. 'I don't think so.'

'Oh.' Libby looked crestfallen. 'I didn't think of that.'

'She needn't have been killed then,' said Fran slowly. 'Suppose she just ran away and hid say in the tunnel where Libby fell in. Or in the ice-house she could have climbed up into it. Libby and I didn't get down to the sailing club until some time after she'd gone. Perhaps she was waiting until the fuss had died down.'

'But you showed Ian where you thought she'd been and the police were swarming all over the area. She wouldn't have been able to get out for ages,' Libby said.

'Or until someone came and found her.'

'It would have to be someone who knew the icehouse was there, and who was agile enough to climb up to it,' said Ian. 'No, I'm afraid we're stymied at the moment. Not,' he added hastily, 'that that's for publication.'

'No, of course not,' they rea.s.sured him. 'But what about Cindy killing Tony West?' asked Fran. 'Did you find her prints?'

Ian sighed. 'Yes. She was extremely careless. And they were the prints we hadn't identified previously.'

'Why did you pull Lewis in?' asked Libby.

'It was the discovery of the carver's mallet. At first, if you remember, the cases weren't officially linked, so the prints weren't identified. Dale's prints didn't get into the system until later.'

'And did you find out when she'd come into the country?' asked Fran.

'Oh, yes. She wasn't exactly subtle about it. Landed at Gatwick on her false pa.s.sport as bright as a b.u.t.ton. Went back and reappeared on Sunday.'

'But why did she kill West?' said Libby. 'He was on her side if he helped her get away.'

'There's one thing we haven't thought of,' said Fran, 'although you probably have, Ian. Libby and I haven't.'

'What's that?' asked Libby.

'We only have Cindy's word for it that he helped her get away.'

'Oh.' Libby looked nonplussed. 'Have we?'

'She said Gerald killed Kenneth. We believed her at first.'

'We can't be sure that he didn't,' said Ian.

'Have you spoken to him?' asked Fran.

'Oh, yes.' Ian shook his head. 'A whole team of professionals got permission to try and talk to him, but it was hopeless. He has no idea about anything even who he is now. We showed him photographs, but it was hopeless.'

'So what did the solicitor say? West's solicitor?'

'And Gerald Shepherd's, as it happens,' said DS Maiden, speaking for the first time.

'Really?' Libby and Fran looked at each other. Maiden looked at Ian, who nodded.

'West sold Creekmarsh to fund Shepherd's nursing home. He was given power of attorney about a year before Shepherd "disappeared". West said nothing about the fact that Shepherd hadn't run off with Miss Dale, even though there was speculation in the press. Kenneth never asked the police to find him, there was only a statement purporting to come from him through West.'

'So West was mixed up in it all right from the start,' said Libby. 'But why?'

'That we don't know either,' said Ian.

'What about Shepherd's will?' asked Fran.

'As he's still alive there's a legal complication about our access. How we get round that I've no idea.' Ian looked glum.

'And have you decided the skeleton is Kenneth?' said Libby.