Original Sin (53 page)

Mandy could have pointed out that it hadn't beer she who had found Gerard Etienne's body. Instead she gave her account of the previous night but, even as she spoke, was aware that she was disappointing them. She had looked forward to this moment but now that she was the centre of their curiosity, she felt a curious reluctance to pander to it, almost as if there was something indecent in making Mrs Carling's death the subject of gossip. The picture of that dead sodden face, the make-up washed away so that it looked stripped and defenceless in its ugliness, floated between her and their avid eyes. She couldn't understand what was happening to her, why her emotions should be so confused, so disturbing in their perplexity. What she had said to Miss Blackett had been the trtth; she hadn't even known Mrs Carling. She couldn't be feeling grief. She had no reason to feel guilty. What then was she feeling?

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Mrs Demery was unaccountably silent. She was quietly setting out cups and saucers on her trolley, but her sharp little eyes darted from face to face as if each held a secret which a moment's inattention might miss.

Maggie said: 'Did you read the suicide note, Mandy?'

'No, but Mr de Witt did. It was all about how badly the partners had behaved to her, how she was going to get her own back. "Make their names stink," I think that's what she wrote. I can't really remember.'

Mr Elton said: You knew her better than most, Maggie. You did that big publicity tour with her eighteen months ago. What was she like?'

'She was no trouble. I got on all fight with Esm6. She could be a bit demanding but I've been on tours with far worse. And she did care about her fans. Nothing was too much trouble. Always a word when they queued for a signing, and she would personalize every book for them, any message they wanted. Not 'like Gordon Holgarth. All they ever get from him is a scrawled signature, a scowl and a puff of cigar-smoke in the face.'

'Did you think she was the suicidal type?'

'Is there a suicidal type? I'm not sure what the words mean. But if you're asking me if I'm surprised that she's killed herself, the answer is yes. I am surprised. Very surprised.'

Mrs Demery spoke at last. 'If she did.'

'She must have done, Mrs Demery. She left a note.'

'A funny kind of note if what Mandy remembers is right. I'd need to have a look at that note before I was satisfied. And it's obvious the police aren't. If they were, why have they taken the launch?'

Maggie said: 'Is that why we were collected from Charing Cross by taxi instead of the launch this morning? I thought the launch had broken down. Fred Bowling never said anything about the police when he met us.'

'Told not to, I dare say. But they've taken it all right. Came first thing in the morning and towed it away. I thought they might have done when it wasn't here, so I asked him. It's over at Wapping Police Station.'

Maggie was pouring hot water on to coffee grains. She paused, kettle poised.

'You're not saying, Mrs D, that the police think Mrs Carling was murdered?'

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'I don't know what the police think. I know what I think. She wasn't one to commit suicide, not Esm6 Carling.'

Emma Wainwright was sitting at the end of the table, her skeletal fingers wrapped round a mug of coffee. She had made no attempt to drink, but was staring down at the thin swirl of foaming milk as if mesmerized with disgust.

Now she looked up and said in her harsh rather guttural voice: ffhis is the second body you've found, Mandy, since you arrived at Innocent House. We never had any of this trouble before. They'll be calling you the Typist of Death. If you go on like this you'll find it difficult to get another job.'

Mandy, enraged, spat out her retort. 'Not so difficult as you will. At least I don't look as if I've come out of a concentration camp. You should see yourself. You look disgusting.'

For a few seconds there was a horrified silence. Six pairs of eyes glanced quickly at Emma then looked away. She sat very still, then suddenly stumbled to her feet and hurled the coffee cup across the room into the sink where it smashed spectacularly. Then she gave a high wail, burst into tears and rushed out of the room. Amy gave a little cry and wiped a splash of hot coffee from her cheek.

Maggie was shocked. 'You shouldn't have said that, Mandy. That was cruel. Emma's ill. She can't help it.'

'Of course she can help it. She only does it to upset other people. And she started the row. She called me the Typist of Death. I'm not bad luck. It's not my fault I found them.'

Amy looked at Maggie: 'D'you think I ought to go to her?'

'Better leave her alone. You know how she is. She's upset because Miss Claudia has taken over Blackie as her PA instead of her. She's already told Miss Claudia that she wants to leave at the end of the week. If you ask me I think she's plain scared. I'm not sure that I blame her.'

Torn between angry self-justification and a remorse which was the more disagreeable because she suffered from it so rarely, Mandy felt that she too would enjoy the relief of hurling crockery across the room and bursting into tears. What was happening to them all, to Innocent House, to herself? Was this what violent death did to people? She had expected the day to be pleasantly exciting, filled with comfortable gossip and speculation, herself at the heart of all the interest. Instead it had been hell from the start.

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The door opened and Miss Etienne appeared. She said coldly: qVlaggie, Amy and Mandy, there's work to be done. If you've no intention of doing it, it would be better if you said so frankly and went home.'

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Dalgliesh had said that he wanted to see all the partners in the boardroom at three o'clock and that Miss Blackett should be with them. None of them made any objection either to the summons or to her proposed presence. They had handed over the clothes they had been wearing when Esm6 Carling's body was found without argument or question. But then, thought Kate, they were all intelligent people; they hadn't needed to ask why. None of them had requested the presence of a solicitor, and she wondered whether they feared that this might look suspiciously premature, had confidence in their ability to look after their own interests, or were fortified by the knowledge of their innocence.

She and Dalgliesh sat one side of the table with the partners and Miss Blackett facing them. At their last meeting in the boardroom after Gerard Etienne's death she had been aware of a mixture of emotions emanating from them: curiosity, shock, grief and apprehen-sion. Now all she could smell was fear. It was like a contagion. It seemed that they infected each other, and even the air of the room. Only Miss Blackett showed it outwardly. Dauntsey looked very old and sat with the resignation of a geriatric patient awaiting admission. De Witt had seated himself close to Frances Peverell. His eyes were watchful under the heavy lids. Miss Blackett sat forward in her chair with the quivering intentness of a trapped animal. Her face was very white but from time to time hectic blotches spread over her cheeks and forehead like the visitation of a disease. Frances Peverell's face was taut and she ran her tongue over her lips. On her other side Claudia Etienne was outwardly the most composed. She looked as elegant as always and Kate saw that her make-up had been applied with care and wondered whether this was a gesture of defiance or a small but gallant attempt to impose normality on the psychological chaos of Innocent House.

Dalgliesh had laid on the table Esm Carling's final message. It was now enclosed in a plastic cover. He read it through, his voice almost expressionless. No one spoke. Then, without commenting on it, he

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said quietly: 'We now believe that Mrs Carling came to Innocent House on the evening of Mr Etienne's death.'

Claudia's voice was sharp: 'Esm came here? Why?'

'Presumably to see your brother. Is that so improbable? She had learned only the previous day that her new novel had been rejected by Peverell Press. She had tried to see Mr Etienne first thing that morning but had been refused access to him by Miss Blackett.'

Blackie cried: 'But he was in the partners' meeting! No one interrupts the partners' meeting! I was specifically told not even to put through urgent telephone calls.'

Claudia's voice was impatient: qlo one's blaming you, Blackie. Of course you were fight not to admit the woman.'

As if there had been no interruption, Dalgliesh continued: 'She went straight from this office to Liverpool Street and her signing at Cambridge only to find that someone from here had sent a fax cancelling it. Was it likely that she would go quietly home and do nothing? You all knew her. Wasn't it much more likely that she would come here and make another attempt to confront Mr Etienne with her grievances, arriving at a time when she expected to find him alone, unprotected by his secretary? It seems to have been generally known that he worked late on Thursdays.'

De Witt said: 'But you must surely have checked, asked her where she was that evening? If you seriously suspect that Gerard was murdered, then Esm Carling had to be among the suspects.'

'We did check. She provided a very convincing alibi, a child who claimed to have spent the hours from six-thirty to midnight with her in her flat. Her name is Daisy and she has now told us everything she, knows. Mrs Carling persuaded her to provide her alibi for that night and admitted that she had been in Innocent House.'

Claudia said: 'And now you're condescending to tell us. Well that makes a change, Commander. It's time we were told something positive. Gerard was my brother. You've been suggesting from the first that his death wasn't an accident and you seem no nearer to explaining how or why he died.'

De Witt said quietly: 'Don't be naive, Claudia. The Commander isn't confiding in us out of consideration for your sisterly feelings. He's telling us that the child, Daisy, has been questioned and has told everything she knows so there's no point in anyone trying to trace her, suborn her, bribe her or silence her in any way.'

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The implication of his words was plain and was so appalling that Kate half expected a chorus of outraged protestations. None came. Claudia flushed deeply and looked as if she were about to remonstrate, then thought better of it. The rest of the partners froze into silence, apparently unwilling to meet each other's eyes. It was as if the remark had opened vistas of conjecture so unwelcome and horrifying that they were best left unexplored.

Dauntsey said, his voice a little too carefully controlled: 'So you have one suspect who is known to have been here, and probably at the relevant time. If she had nothing to hide, why didn't she come forward?'

De Witt added: 'And it's odd when you come to think of it that she's been so silent since. I don't suppose you were expecting a letter of condolence, Claudia, but I'd have expected some word, perhaps a fresh attempt to get us to accept the novel.'

Frances said: 'She probably thought it was tactful to wait a little. It would look pretty callous if she began badgering us so soon after Gerard's death.'

De Witt added: 'It would certainly have been the least propitious time to try to get us to change our mind.'

Claudia said sharply: 'We wouldn't have changed our mind. Gerard was right, it's a bad book. It wouldn't have done our reputation any good, or hers either for that matter.'

Frances said: 'But we could have rejected it with more kindness, seen her, tried to explain to her.'

Claudia turned on her. 'For God's sake, Frances, don't start reopening all that old argument. What good would it have done? Rejection is rejection. She would have resented the decision even if it had been broken to her over champagne and lobster thermidor at Claridge's.'

Dauntsey seemed to have been pursuing his private line of thought. He said: 'I don't see how Esm Carling could have had anything to do with Gerard's death, but I suppose it's possible she was responsible for putting the snake round his neck. That would seem rather more her style.'

Claudia said: 'You mean she found the body and decided to add a personal comment, as it were?'

Dauntsey went on: 'But then it's hardly likely, is it? Gerard must have been alive when she arrived here. Presumably he let her in.'

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Claudia said: 'Not necessarily. He could have left the front door open or ajar that night. It's unlike Gerard to be careless about security, but it's not impossible. She could somehow have gained access after he was dead.'

De Witt said: 'Even if she did, why should she go up to the little archives room?'

They seemed, for the moment, to have forgotten the presence of Dalgliesh and Kate.

Frances said: To look for him.'

Dauntsey said: 'But wouldn't she be more likely to wait for him in his office? She would have known that he was somewhere in the building. His jacket was still slung over the back of his chair. Sooner or later he'd be back. And then there's the snake. Would she have known where to find it?'

Having demolished his case, Dauntsey sank again into silence. Claudia glanced from partner to partner as if inviting silent assent to what she proposed to say. Then she looked full at Dalgliesh.

'I can see that this new information that Esm Carling was in Innocent House on the night Gerard died does put her suicide in a different light. But however she died, the partners couldn't have been concerned. All of us can account for our movements.'

Kate thought: she doesn't want to use the word alibi.

Claudia went on: 'I was with my fiance, Frances and James were together, Gabriel was with Sydney Bartrum.' She turned to him, her voice suddenly hard: 'Brave of you, Gabriel, to walk to the Sailor's Return alone so soon after your mugging.' ,

'I have walked alone in my capital city for over sixty years. One mugging isn't going to stop me.'

'And it was convenient that you happened to be leaving just as Esm's taxi was arriving.'

De Witt said quietly: 'Fortuitous, Claudia, not convenient.'

But Claudia was looking at Dauntsey as if he were a stranger: 'And the pub may be able to confirm when you and Sydney arrived. But it is, of course, about the busiest on the river and with the longest bar, as well as access from the river walk, and you arrived separately. I doubt whether they'll be able to be precise even if anyone remembers two particular customers. You didn't draw attention to yourselves, I suppose?'