The Four Streets: The Ballymara Road Part 23

First Alice had left, then Kitty had died and finally Brigid had moved away. All within days. It felt as though Bernadette had vanished too. No ghostly sightings, no feeling that she had joined them. Nothing.

Maura began collecting up the dirty cups for a quick rinse.

'No doubt we shall all have another round now,' she said as she carried them over to the sink.

And for the second time in twenty-four hours, Maura thought once again, I am healing.

Daisy had sat silent throughout the chatter but had joined in the laughter. She wondered what her life would have been if her parents had never placed her in the convent, believing her to be simple, for no other reason than following a difficult birth, she struggled as a baby. Maggie had told her it was a common practice, but Daisy still asked herself, why?

'I won't have any tea, thank you, Maura,' she said when asked. 'I have to go and meet the police at the Priory at half past.'

'The police, why?' asked Nana Kathleen, more than a little interested.

Maura had returned to the table, carrying the dripping cups by their handles, three in each hand. 'Harriet didn't mention that. Does she know?'

'I don't know,' Daisy replied. 'The police said they would telephone the Priory to let them know. I have to take them down into the cellar and give them the key to the safe.'

'What key?' said Nana Kathleen. 'If ye have the key, doesn't Father Anthony have one too?'

'I don't think so. I'm sure I have the only one and, besides, I don't think he would find the safe. Only me and Molly Barrett knew where it was and Molly only knew because I showed her. It's behind the bricks in the cellar. The police say 'tis very important they have everything that is in it.'

It was a full minute after Daisy had left the kitchen before Peggy said, 'f.e.c.king h.e.l.l, she's a dark horse, that one.'

Maura sipped her tea and, taking out the cigarette packet from her ap.r.o.n pocket, she removed the last one.

Maura held her hand out to Peggy and, without the need for words, Peggy gave Maura the lit cigarette from her lips for Maura to light her own.

'She's that, all right,' Maura said as she exhaled. 'Daisy and her Maggie.'

Astonished, everyone looked at Maura, awaiting an explanation.

Maura milked the moment. She liked this feeling, being first with the news. Walking to the hearth, she screwed up the empty cigarette packet and threw it onto the fire. Her face took on a warm glow from the sudden rush of flame.

Resting her forehead on the mantelshelf, with one hand in her front ap.r.o.n pocket and the other still holding her cigarette, she stared intently at the blaze. A small piece of foil from inside the packet had curled up on itself, refusing to catch alight, and now it dropped down into the ashes, where Maura would brush it away in the morning.

'Who the h.e.l.l is Maggie?' six women asked in unison.

Maura walked back to the table and, as she sat, she smiled. 'Well, then.'

It was going to be a long pow wow today.

21.

FATHER ANTHONY WAS far from happy at having to leave the new cathedral community meeting. Archbishops and bishops were attending from all over Europe and he was excited about meeting his friend from Rome.

As he left the Grand hotel to retrieve his car, he saw Harriet, running up the street for a meeting of the Mothers' Union. All this activity had one purpose: to ensure that the new cathedral, known by everyone as Paddy's wigwam, became a vibrant Christian community.

'I hope 'tis the last time the police want to spend time at the Priory,' Anthony grumbled at Harriet as he pa.s.sed her in the street. 'I'm beginning to feel as though my office is a police cell.'

'Well, who's the grumpy one today then?' said Harriet, rushing past him, through the hotel's revolving doors.

She had deliberately not dallied. She did not want to lie to Anthony about where she had been and what she had been doing. She was on fire with excitement after having had her tea leaves read by Kathleen.

Harriet felt a thrill as she replayed Nana Kathleen's words in her mind. She had been told, with the help of a ghost, that she had to be bold and ask Mr Manning to meet her for a cup of tea in the cafe at the docks.

During the journey to Lime Street, her mind had raced ahead. It didn't matter what she, or anyone else, thought of Kathleen's fortune-telling. The fact was that her feelings, which were swamping her, were beyond explanation. How could she account for them?

It was as if someone had wrapped an invisible shawl of love around her shoulders. She knew, she just knew, it had come straight from Bernadette, the woman they all loved and spoke of with such fondness. She was sure that it was she who had sat down next to her, but no one else had appeared to notice. Did it happen all the time? What was Bernadette like? Why on earth would Bernadette possibly want to help Harriet? All Harriet knew was that Bernadette was Nellie's mammy. As she ran up the wide carpeted staircase to the meeting room, Harriet resolved to visit the churchyard to place some flowers on Bernadette's grave. She would thank Bernadette and tell her, I love your little girl. I will always do whatever I can for Nellie.

If Bernadette had already talked to her through three sugars and a cup full of tea leaves, she might work a miracle, if Harriet took her some flowers, sat next to her plot of earth and said a prayer.

The police commander was waiting in the hallway of the priory when Daisy stepped through the open front door. Having spent years using a key, she now felt at a loss as to the correct etiquette. Should she knock?

Hearing the sound of tyres on gravel, she saw Father Anthony's car turn into the drive. Father James had never owned a car.

'My, how quickly times are changing,' said Daisy out loud.

'h.e.l.lo, Daisy,' Father Anthony called as he joined them. 'Go along into my office. You know the way. I will be just one minute. Oh, for goodness' sake, what are the boys doing now?'

Father Anthony looked over the wall into the churchyard and saw Harry and Little Paddy, charging between the headstones, shouting.

'Scamp, Scamp, come here!'

But Scamp was faster than they were.

'Sorry, Father,' the boys shrieked as they flew past.

'Harriet wasn't in, so we were playing truth or dare in the graveyard,' Harry explained breathlessly, as he struggled to keep up with the errant Scamp.

'Priests in cars and little boys tearing through the graveyard, chasing a dog. I have never known the like.' Daisy laughed.

'Don't let them see me laughing, Daisy,' Father Anthony whispered. ''Twould be the end of me for sure.'

Daisy realized that, after all the years she had spent in the Priory as housekeeper, this was the first time she had laughed out loud.

The commander had been pacing up and down the Priory hallway, pondering aloud his dilemma to the officer who had accompanied him. It was the tall and tubby PC Shaw, who had successfully nicked Stanley.

'It is all becoming very complicated and we need to ensure we keep each crime isolated. We have a priest's murder, Mrs Barrett's murder, a kidnapping and what appears to be an organized paedophile ring. It is unlikely the kidnapping and the child abuse had anything to do with the poor priest. I am very sure that whoever killed Molly Barrett killed him too, eh, boyo? But it's unlikely we are ever going to find out who that was. Apart from the b.u.t.t of a Pall Mall ciggie found on the outhouse floor next to the dead woman, Molly Barrett, we have not a single clue and that's the truth.'

'What about the fact that they all happened at around the same time?' said PC Shaw. 'Surely that links them all in some way.'

'I'm not sure it does, boyo. That may just be a coincidence. On the other hand the case is turning out to be something far bigger and deeper than we thought, with new developments unfolding by the day. In the cells we have the two hospital porters and a policeman. None of them is saying a word. You would think they were all b.l.o.o.d.y nuns who had taken a vow of silence and they all look as guilty as h.e.l.l. What with a kidnapping, child abuse and a double murder. We should have clues coming out of our ears, and yet hardly a sausage. You wouldn't believe it, would you?

'Let's hope Daisy comes up trumps again, eh? G.o.d knows why she thought she needed to keep the safe a secret all this time. The priest must have been worried about robbers stealing the collection money and who could blame him? The O'Prey boys came from around here somewhere, didn't they? Bad lads, they were. The most notorious thieves on the docks. Let's hope they throw away the key on the oldest. They say Callum, the youngest, has turned over a new leaf, but I'll believe it when I see it.'

Annie O'Prey, standing at the bottom of the kitchen stairs, heard every word.

Her elderly eyes p.r.i.c.ked with tears. She bent her weary back to rest the tea tray she was carrying for the officers on the stair in front of her and, taking her grey and tattered hankie from the sleeve of her cardigan, she wiped her eyes.

So alone, she missed her boys desperately. She was very proud of her Callum, who had been taken on by Fred Kennedy down at the docks, and she suspected and hoped that he had his eye on lovely young Fionnuala down the street. She was the first to admit that they were naughty lads, but they never nicked anything without sharing it with everyone else. She knew that many a house had gone without, now that her eldest lad was in the nick and Callum was doing his best to behave.

Everyone missed the antics of the O'Prey boys.

Annie took out her rosaries from her cardigan pocket, said her Hail Mary and asked for forgiveness for having wallowed in her own despair. Drying her eyes, she picked up the tray and carried on up the stairs as though she hadn't heard a thing.

PC Shaw was about to offer up an idea of his own regarding the murders. Anger boiled in his belly when he thought of the men involved and he knew what he would want to do to anyone who went near his own daughter.

He thought the commander was wrong to think the murders had nothing to do with the kidnapping, nor with the way Daisy had been abused, and she had described others being abused too.

When Daisy walked into the hall, his moment for speaking out was gone.

'Ah, Daisy, I don't know if you remember my name? I'm Commander Lloyd. I'm from Wales, across the border.'

Daisy nodded. 'I remember,' she replied. 'I'm not simple, you know.'

There, she had said exactly what Maggie told her she must say.

'No, quite, Daisy. I apologize if I caused any offence. Mrs Davies is also on her way. She thought you might need a bit of female company. Do you have the key to the safe? Where is this safe, anyway?'

Daisy reached into her blouse and pulled out a chain from around her neck. Her gold crucifix hung from it the only possession to have accompanied her to the orphanage when she was a baby.

'It's down in the cellar,' said Daisy, 'and so we need to go through the kitchen first.'

'Well, that explains why the safe wasn't in the office,' said the commander.

Annie O'Prey heard them coming down the stairs. 'Daisy, are ye after your job back, queen? 'Cause I'm done in, I am. I'm too old for this malarkey now.'

Daisy gave Annie a hug. 'I have to go down to the cellar, Annie,' she said. 'I have the key for the safe.'

'The cellar?' said Annie, amazed. 'Well now, I haven't put one foot in that place since the new father arrived and, do you know, I don't think anyone else has. A creepy hole altogether, that is.'

Ten minutes later, the commander was on his way back up the stairs, loaded with round tin cans the size of dinner plates, a projector, a screen and a pile of envelopes. He laid them all out on the hall floor and sent his officer down to collect the rest.

Alison was turning into the drive to the Priory when she saw her page-boys, Little Paddy and Harry, walking through the gate from the graveyard. Paddy was carrying Scamp and Harry, something large and wooden.

'Paddy, Harry,' she shouted. 'Is Scamp misbehaving himself?'

Alison could see that something was up. 'Is something wrong, boys?'

'I don't know,' Harry replied. 'Scamp found this on the other side of the wall, on one of the graves. It was covered with ferns but it looks a bit weird.'

Harry struggled to hold what looked like a lump of wood while Scamp wriggled in Little Paddy's arms.

'Here, let me take Scamp,' Alison said, extracting the rather sheepish-looking dog from under Little Paddy's arm. But she gasped with shock as Harry held up the wooden mallet he was carrying.

The end was soaked in what was obviously old, stale blood.

Commander Lloyd sat in the temporary office he had been allocated in Whitechapel where he and his officer had set up the screen and projector. It was eight in the evening. They had been waiting for days for clearance to view the films, as well as for a lab-test result on the mallet. It was being examined for fingerprints, and, more importantly, to check whether the blood on it belonged to the murdered priest.

'Have you eaten, boyo?' he asked Howard.

'Yes, sir, but I'm half wishing I hadn't now, if these films are too bad.'

The commander looked at the brown paper bag on his desk.

'Now then, before we begin, nip down to the canteen and bring up a few empty cups.'

Howard looked confused. 'Empty?'

'Because, boyo, we need something inside us, to line our stomachs and give us a bit of Dutch courage.' He slipped a large bottle of whiskey out of the bag on his desk.

'Now then, let's see how this thing works,' said the commander, as he wound one of the films around the wheel and PC Shaw switched on the projector.

He took a large swig from the bottle and then turned out the lights.

Images appeared on the screen in black and white. Although the filming was obviously amateur, they were clear enough.

'Oh G.o.d, f.u.c.king h.e.l.l,' he said. He took another swig of whiskey, just as Howard walked back into the room with three mugs.

'Come here, boyo,' said the commander. 'Do you recognize him?'

Howard joined PC Shaw, who was staring at the screen, transfixed. Howard wanted what he was watching not to be true. But it was. It was there in front of him in black and white.

'I do, sir, he's that politician fella, he's always on the news. Drives round here in a big black Rolls with a chauffeur, and eats a lot of pies by the look of him.'

Peter, from the main desk, had come into the room unnoticed. 'Eh, that's that politician, isn't it?' he said.

'Aye, boyo, it is that,' said the commander. 'But keep it under your hat, mate, we have a bigger problem here. Did you want something?'

'Yes, sir, your lab and fingerprint tests are through. One of our lads has just run back from the labs with them. If you thought you had a problem before, wait until you hear this. They managed to get a fingerprint from the mallet. It belongs to Simon, the copper. Thank G.o.d he's already in the cells, eh? And the blood, well, that isn't the priest's blood group, but we know whose it is, all right it belongs to the old lady who was murdered, Molly Barrett. I reckon it will be only half an hour before the Echo are on to it.'

'Jesus, f.u.c.king Christ! So if he murdered the old woman, he murdered the priest too. Unless we have two crazed murderers running around the docks, who both happened to strike within weeks of each other.'

Howard slowly lowered himself onto a chair. Simon the man he had worked with for years, who had driven him to his wedding and bought him and Alison a silver rose bowl as a wedding gift was a murderer.

All of them stared at the screen for a second longer. Then the commander leant forward and flicked up the off b.u.t.ton. The room became dark. He turned to Howard and PC Shaw.

'You guys look through the photographs, quickly, before we have the press breathing down our necks. Let's try to keep this to ourselves and make sure the Echo only get to hear about that dirty, stinking creep Simon being charged with the double murder. I need to speak to my boss, as this will go way above my pay grade. Number Ten will be involved in this.'

And with that, he left the room.