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‘She's all right, you say?'
‘Shaken to her little wattles,' said Sloan, ‘and bruised where he'd got his hands round her throat but alive all right.'
Leeyes grunted.
‘Matt asked her to keep an eye open while he was away, that's all. He didn't mention Southon's involvment to her. She says she'd never have got into his car if he had.'
‘I do wish people would leave police work to the police,' said the Superintendent pettishly.
Sloan coughed ‘If the girl's father were implicated, then I wouldn't have been surprised if Matt planned to demand his own terms for the marriage when he got back. Like an early seat on the Board.'
‘Far-sighted lad,' commented Leeyes sardonically. ‘Mind you, marrying the boss's daughter never did a man any harm.'
‘I think she's had a lucky escape, sir.' He paused. ‘She doesn' t think so yet but she will – given time.'
Leeyes came as near as he ever did to awarding an accolade. ‘Just as well you got there in time,' he said.
‘Only just,' said Sloan truthfully. ‘It was a near thing and I don't like to think what would have happened if Crosby had been any slower.'
‘And I,' said Superintendent Leeyes pointedly, ‘don't like to think what will happen if he gets any faster.'
 
Gerald Moffat was still sitting in the Clubhouse in front of the picture windows that gave out onto the course. With him were Major Bligh and James Hopland.
‘I don't think we should have put that fellow Leeyes in charge of the flagpole,' said Major Bligh. ‘He doesn't know
the first thing about it. Look, it's practically sunset and they're only just hoisting the Club standard. It's all wrong.'
‘I can tell you he'll never make a vexillologist,' snorted Moffat, ever the schoolmaster. ‘The man doesn't even know that half-mast doesn't literally mean halfway down the mast.'
‘What does it mean, then?' asked James Hopland.
‘Half-mast means that it's been lowered just enough to take another flag on top, that's all,' said Moffat. ‘The flag of the new head of the family should fly just over the flag of the man whom you've just lost. It should only be lowered enough to take the new one. No more.'
‘The king is dead, long live the king,' remarked Bligh.
‘He should have left it to Arthur,' said James Hopland.
‘I said to Leeyes that we haven't lost a member anyway,' said Major Bligh. He looked at the other two. ‘Do you know what he said?'
‘Tell us?' invited Hopland.
‘He said we'd lost four members.'
‘Four?'
‘One to prison and three who would have to resign for offences against some Act or other making cartels illegal.'
‘We may have lost them but not to death,' said Moffat, a stickler if ever there was one. ‘That's what flags are all about.'
‘Then there's the boy Steele and old Bobby Curd,' said Hopland. ‘They did die. What about them?'
Major Bligh said quietly. ‘I think we'll just take it that it's been lowered for them.' He sighed. ‘Easier than trying to tell Leeyes anything, don't you think?'
 
‘It'll do the Major a bit of good, though,' said Dickie Castle comfortably, ‘all those other men not being there. Gilchrist would have been bound to have knocked him out in the next round of the Pletchford and now he won't.'
‘I reckon old James Hopland'll be in with a chance in the
Matheson Trophy now,' said Bert Hedges. ‘Since all those younger players will be out of the way.'
Shipley scratched his chin. ‘Don't forget Doug Garwood.'
Bert Hedges grinned. ‘Doug? He'll be much too busy supervising the new work to play golf.'
‘I thought,' stumbled Edmund Pemberton, ‘that he didn't want the job.'
Bert Hedges looked cunning. ‘He doesn't.'
‘That makes him the best person to give it to,' explained Dickie Castle. ‘Can't you see that, young Ginger?'
Edmund Pemberton had no answer to this and shook his head.
‘By the way, young Ginger,' said Bert Hedges magnanimously, ‘we've lined up someone for you to caddy for tomorrow.'
The boy's head came up eagerly.
‘That's right,' said Dickie Castle. ‘A man called Moffat. Gerald Moffat. Slow but sure.'
‘Very sure,' said Hedges. ‘And, young Ginger …'
‘Yes?'
‘If anyone you're caddying for loses his ball in The Gulf Stream, just let us know. No going in after it yourself. That understood?'
Edmund Pemberton nodded.
‘Another thing,' said Bert Castle. ‘Don't let Mr Moffat leave his number nine-iron anywhere on the course, that's all.'
 
‘I ought to have tumbled to Southon sooner,' said Detective Inspector Sloan.
He was back in Alan Pursglove's office at the Golf Club on the Saturday morning with Detective Constable Crosby. They were not so much catching up on the paperwork as taking it down from the walls to be used in evidence.
‘I don't see how …' began Crosby. He was still sporting
two black eyes collected from a muscular Southon.
‘Because he'd taken such very good care to make sure that there were reasons for either his fingerprints or his DNA being in all of the suspicious places,' said Sloan. ‘He'd used the greenkeeper's truck to help cut the greens as well as to carry the body out to the bunker.'
‘And told us so,' agreed the Detective Constable. ‘Early on.'
‘Gerald Moffat's club was found in his bag, don't forget,' said Sloan. ‘He probably took it that day they played together and it's the one that killed Curd, too. Forensic say so.'
‘So it must be true,' said Crosby. ‘Mustn't it?'
‘Best of all,' said Sloan, ignoring this, ‘he played a ball into the bunker at the sixth on the Sunday.'
‘Never up, never in,' chanted Crosby.
‘So if his footprints had been found there,' said Sloan ignoring this, too, ‘they could be explained. And he went to see the professional for advice on shanking to make sure everyone knew about it.'
The door of the room opened and a woman's head came round. ‘Ah, there you are,' said Sergeant Perkins. ‘Molly said to try in here. There's some food to come, you'll be glad to hear.'
‘Good,' said Crosby.
‘You may not like it but it's all they had at this time of the day.'
‘Better than nothing,' said Crosby.
‘They call it “Yips”,' said the policewoman, ‘but it looks like pork scratchings to me.'
‘Hilary Trumper?' began Sloan.
‘More glad to get back home than she ever thought she would be,' said Sergeant Perkins, who had restored a good few youngsters to their official dwelling-places in her time. ‘And as soon as the trial's safely over Granny's taking her away for
a long holiday Round the world cruise or something.'
‘Good for Granny'
‘They don't want her around when the commercial case comes up,' explained Sergeant Perkins. ‘Or Granny, come to that,' she added, having now met that formidable matriarch.
‘I'm not surprised,' said Sloan, having met her too. ‘I gather she is not pleased with her sons.'
‘That's an understatement. How are you getting on here?' asked Polly Perkins.
‘You could say,' said Sloan deftly, ‘that we're making space on the wall for an election notice for the Committee.'
‘Ah …' She grinned.
‘Voting's next week,' said Crosby. ‘Never up, never in,' he added inconsequentially.
Polly Perkins went over to look. ‘Rupert Almeric Leeyes? I never knew he was called Rupert Almeric.'
‘You do now.' Sloan sat back. ‘Then, thank goodness, I think we can shake the dust of the place off our feet.'
Sergeant Perkins looked unusually bashful. ‘Not quite,' she said. ‘The Lady Captain thinks I ought to join. She says I've got just the figure for the game and she'll put me up.'
‘Never up, never in,' said Crosby again.
The plot is based on the Old Testament story in the 2nd Book of Kings,
Chapter Five, verses 1 – 27.
The Religious Body
Henrietta Who
The Complete Steel
A Late Phoenix
His Burial Too
Slight Mourning
Parting Breath
Some Die Eloquent
Passing Strange
Last Respects
Harm's Way
A Dead Liberty
The Body Politic
A Going Concern
Injury Time
After Effects
Stiff News
Little Knell
Amendment of Life
Chapter and Hearse
CATHERINE AIRD is the author of more than twenty crime novels and story collections, most of which feature Detective Chief Inspector CD Sloan. She holds an honorary M.A from the University of Kent and was made an MBE. Her other works include Amendment of Life and Little Knell. She lives in England.
 
Apart from writing the successful
Chronicles Of Calleshire
she has also written and edited a series of village histories and is active in village life.
HOLE IN ONE. Copyright © 2005 by Catherine Aird. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address St. Martin's Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y 10010.
 
 
First published in Great Britain by Allison & Busby Limited
 
 
eISBN 9781466820739
First eBook Edition : May 2012
 
 
EAN 978-0-312-34229-6
First U.S. Edition: August 2005

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