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carrying what looked like large attach cases. Mandy wondered if these were their murder bags. Inspector Miskin said: 'We'll talk at greater length after we've got the results of the PM. There are just a few questions now. Who found her?' 'I did,' said Mandy, and wished she wasn't still sitting at the table with the smeared and empty plate in front of her. There seemed something indecent in this evidence of appetite. And why ask anyway, she thought with a spurt of resentment, you know bloody well by now who found her. 'What were you doing here? It was late to be working.' It was Inspector Aaron who spoke. 'I wasn't working.' Mandy was aware that her voice was sulky and took herself in hand. Briefly she described the events of her ill-fated evening. Inspector Miskin asked: 'When you found your purse where you expected, what made you go to the river?' 'How do I know? Because it was there I suppose.' She added: 'I wanted to look at my watch. It was lighter by the river.' 'And you saw and heard no one else either then or when you arrived?' 'Look, if I had I'd have said so by now. I didn't see anyone or hear anything except the paper on the ra'ffings. So I went over to take a look, and that's when I saw the shoulder-bag lying on the ground at the foot of the ra'ffings and the straps going down into the river. When I looked down I saw what was at the end of the strap, didn't I?' Frances Peverell broke in quietly. 'It's human instinct to go to see the river, particularly at night. I always do when I'm near. Does Miss Price have to answer any more questions now? She's told you all she knows. She ought to be at home. She's had a terrible experience.' Inspector Aaron didn't look at her, but Inspector Miskin spoke, and more gently. 'Do you know what time you arrived back at Innocent House?' 'Eight-twenty. I looked at my watch when I got to the river.' Inspector Aaron said: 'It was a longish way to come back from the White Horse. Didn't you think of ringing Miss Peverell or Mr Dauntsey and asking them to look for the purse?' 'I did. There was no reply from Mr Dauntsey and Miss Peverell had the answerphone on.'

Frances Peverell said: 'I do that sometimes if I have a visitor. James arrived by taxi just after seven, and I suppose Mr Dauntsey was at the Sailor's Return with Sydney Bartrum.' 'So he has already told us. Did either of you see or hear anything unusual, any sound from Innocent Lane, for example?' They looked at each other. Frances Peverell said: 'I don't think we'd hear footsteps on the cobbles, not from this room. I was in the kitchen briefly at about eight to prepare the salads. I always do that at the last moment. The kitchen window overlooks Innocent Lane, and I would have heard a taxi then if it had set her down at the usual door to Innocent House. I heard nothing.' James de Witt said: 'I didn't hear a taxi, and neither Miss Peverell nor I saw or heard anyone or anything in Innocent Lane after my arrival. There were the usual sounds from the river, but muted by the curtains. I think there was a certain amount of noise earlier in the evening but I can't remember when. It certainly wasn't unusual enough to cause us to go out on the balcony and see what was happening. One gets used to noises on the river.' Inspector Aaron spoke: 'How did you get here tonight, sir, by car?' 'By taxi. I don't drive in London. I ought to have said earlier that I came from home. I wasn't in the office this afternoon. I had a dental checkup.' Suddenly Frances Peverell said: 'What was in her bag? It looked heavy.' Inspector Miskin said: 'It is heavy. This is why.' She took the plastic bag from Inspector Aaron and tipped out the shoulder-bag on to the table. They watched while she undid the straps. The manuscript was bound in a pale blue manila cover with the name of the novel and of the author in capitals: DEATH ON PARADISE ISLAND BY ESM] CARLING. And written across the cover in thick red ink were scrawled the words 'REJECTED -- AND AFTER THIRTY YEARS', followed by three huge exclamation marks. Frances Peverell said: 'So she brought that with her as well as the suicide note. We're all a little to blame. We should have acted with more kindness. But to kill herself ... And to do it like that. The loneliness, and the horror. Poor woman.' She turned away, and James de Witt moved closer to her but didn't touch her. He said, turning to Inspector Miskin: 'Look, do we have to

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talk any more tonight? We're all in shock, and it's not as if there's any doubt.' Inspector Miskin replaced the'manuscript in the bag. She said quietly: q'here is always doubt until we know the facts. When did Miss Carling learn that the firm had rejected her novel?' James de Witt replied: 'Mrs Carling. She's a widow. She divorced some time ago and her husband died since. She knew the morning Gerard Etienne died. She came into the office to see him but we were at the board meeting and she had to leave for a book signing at Cambridge. But you know all that.' 'The signing that was cancelled before she arrived?' 'Yes, that signing.' 'And has she been in touch with either of you since Mr Etienne's death or with anyone at the firm as far as you know?' Again de Witt and Frances Peverell looked at each other. De Witt said: 'Not with me. Has she been in touch with you, Frances?' 'No, not a word. It's rather odd when you come to think of it. If only we'd been able to talk, to explain, this might not have happened.' It was Inspector Aaron who suddenly broke the silence. He said: '%Vho was it who decided to pull her out of the river?' 'I did.' Frances Peverell turned on him her mild but reproachful look. 'You surely didn't think you'd be able to resuscitate her?' 'No, I don't think I thought that, but it was so terrible to see her hanging there. So...' She paused and then said, 'So inhuman.' De Witt said: We're not all police officers, Inspector, some of us still have human instincts.' Inspector Aaron flushed, glanced at Inspector Miskin and with difficulty controlled his temper. Inspector Miskin said quietly: 'Let us hope you manage to retain them. I expect Miss Price would like to go home now. Inspector Aaron and I will drive her.' Mandy said with the obstinacy of a child: I don't want to be driven. I want to go home by myself on the bike.' Frances Peverell said gently: 'Your bike will be perfectly safe here, Mandy. If you like we could lock it in the garage at number ten.' 'I don't want to leave it in the garage. I want to ride home on it.' In the end she had her way, but Inspector Miskin insisted on the police car driving behind her. Mandy took some pleasure in weaving

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in and out of the traffic and making it as difficult as possible for them to keep up with her.

When they got to her house on Stratford High Street, Inspector Miskin, looking up at the darkened windows, said: 'I thought you said there would be someone at home.'

'There is someone at home. They're all in the kitchen. Look, I can look after myself. I'm not a kid, OK? Just get off my back, will you?'

She dismounted and Inspector Aaron got out of the car and helped her lift the Yamaha through the front door and into the hall. Without a word she shut the door firmly after him.

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Daniel said: 'It wouldn't have hurt her to say thank you. She's a tough cookie that one.'

'She's in shock.'

'Not so shocked she couldn't eat her dinner.'

Wapping Police Station was quiet and they saw only one officer as they mounted the stairs to the incident room. They stood for a moment at the window before drawing the curtains. The clouds had lifted now, and the river flowed wide and calm, bearing its patterns and swirls of light under the prickling of high stars. But there was always an unnatural sense of peace and isolation in a station at night. Even when it was busy, and the calm momentarily broken by loud male voices and heavy footfalls, the air held a peculiar stillness, as the world outside with its violence, its terrors, could lie in wait but had no power to disturb that essential tranquillity. There was, too, a deepening comradeship; colleagues talked less often but more freely. But they could expect no comradeship at Wapping. She knew that they were to an extent intruders. The police station was offering them hospitality, affording them all the facilities they needed, but they were still outsiders.

Dalgliesh was visiting the Durham Constabulary on some myster-ious business of the Commissioners, and she didn't know whether he had yet left for London. She put through her call and was told that he was thought to be still there. They would make an attempt to find him and ask him to ring back.

While waiting, she said: 'You were sure of her alibi? Esm Carling's, I mean. She was at home the night Etienne died?'

Daniel seated himself at his desk and began playing with the computer. He said, trying to keep the irritation from his voice: 'Yes, I'm sure. You've read my report. She was with the kid, Daisy Reed from the same block of flats. They were together the whole evening and until midnight or after. The kid confirmed it. I wasn't incompe-tent, if that's what you're suggesting.'

'I'm not. Cool it, Daniel. But she was never really a suspect, was

she? The blocked flue, the frayed cord - it all needed too much

advance planning. We never saw her as a possible murderess.' 'So you're suggesting that I was too easily satisfied?' 'No, I'm just checking that you were satisfied.'

'Look, I went with Robbins and a WPC from the Juvenile Bureau. I interviewed Esm Carling and the kid separately. They were together that night, most nights if it comes to that. The mother would be out at her job - stripping, or night-clubbing,, or a spot of prostitution, or whatever - and the kid would wait until she'd gone, then sneak off and spend the evening with Carling. Apparently it suited them both. I checked on every detail of that Thursday night and their accounts tallied. The kid didn't want to admit she'd been with Carling at first. She was a bit scared that her mother would stop the arrangement or that the Juvenile Bureau would get in touch with Social Services and she'd end in care. They did of course - get in touch with Social Services, I mean. They could hardly do anything else, given the circumstances. The kid was telling the truth. Why the doubt anyway?'

'But it's odd, isn't it? Here you have a woman whose book has been turned down after thirty years. She comes roaring in fury to Innocent House to have it out with Gerard Etienne. She's prevented from seeing him because he's in a board meeting. Then she goes off to do a signing and discovers on arrival that someone from Innocent House has cancelled it. By then I imagine she was incoherent with rage. So what would you expect her to do? Go home quietly and write a letter or storm back that evening to confront Etienne? She probably knew that he worked late on Thursdays. Nearly everyone concerned with Innocent House seems to have known that. And her behaviour since is odd too. She knew that Gerard Etienne was the one principally responsible for rejecting the manuscript. Now Gerard Etienne is dead. So why didn't she come back and make another attempt to get the book accepted?'

'She probably knew that it wouldn't be any use. The partners wouldn't like to reverse a decision of Etienne's so soon after his death. Anyway, they probably agreed with it.'

Kate went on: 'And there are several odd things about tonight, aren't there? Frances Peverell and de Witt would almost certainly have heard the taxi if it had come up Innocent Lane to the usual entrance. So where exactly did she ask to be dropped?'

'Probably somewhere in Innocent Walk, then she went on foot to

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the river. She knew that a taxi might be heard on the cobbles of Innocent Lane either by Dauntsey or Miss Peverell. Or she may have been dropped at the end of Innocent Passage. That's the access closest to where she was found.' 'But the gate at the end of the passage is locked. If she got to the river that way, then who opened the gate for her and locked it again? And what about the message? Did it really read to you like a suicide note?' 'It's not typical, perhaps; but, then, what is a typical suicide note? A jury wouldn't have much difficulty in convincing themselves that it's genuine.' 'And written when?' 'I suppose just before she killed herself. It's hardly the kind of thing you concoct in advance and keep handy in case you should suddenly need it.' l'hen why no mention of Gerard Etienne's death? She must have known that he was chiefly responsible for rejecting her novel. Well, of course she knew. Mandy Price and Miss Blackett have both described how she burst into the office to see him. Surely his death must have made a difference to how she felt about Peverell Press. And even if it didn't - if she still felt the same bitterness - isn't it odd that the note doesn't even mention his death?' Then the telephone rang and Dalgliesh was on the line. Kate gave her report clearly and concisely, explaining that they hadn't been able to contact Doc Wardle who was out on a case but hadn't tried to find a substitute since the body had been moved. It was now at the mortuary. It seemed to Daniel that she listened for a long time without speaking, except for an occasional 'Yes sir'. Eventually she put down the receiver. She said: 'He's flying back tonight. We're not to interview anyone at Innocent House until we get the results of the PM. They can wait. Tomorrow you're to try and trace the taxi and check whether anyone on the river that night saw anything, including any boat party who passed between seven o'clock and the time before Mandy found the body. We've got the keys to Carling's flat from her bag and apparently there's no next of kin, so we're going there tomorrow morning. It's in Hammersmith. Mount Eagle Mansions. He wants Mrs Carling's agent to meet us there at eleven-thirty. First thing tomorrow he and I are going to re-interview Daisy Reed. And there's something else. Damn it, Daniel,

we should have thought of it ourselves. AD wants the scene-of-crime officers here first thing tomorrow to examine the launch. The Peverell Press will have to make other arrangements to collect their staff from Charing Cross. God I feel such a bloody fool. AD must be wondering if we ever see ahead further than our own noses.'

'So he thinks she used the launch to string herself up. It would certainly have been easier.'

'Carling used it - or someone else.'

'But the launch was tied up in its usual place on the other side of the steps.'

'Exactly. So, if it was used, then someone moved it before and after she died. Prove that and we're getting closer to proving that this was murder.'