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He thought of cooking something for A
When A
Sheep grazed on the lynchets that descended toward the dried-up beck. Some of them had even managed to get through the gate at the back of the churchyard, where they grazed among the lichen-dappled tombstones.
“Have time for a walk on the prom in Scarborough?” Banks asked.
“Of course. Had to eat, didn’t I? I can tell you, though, there’s not much choice for a vegetarian in Scarborough. I ended up buying some chips – cooked in vegetable oil, or so the woman said – and sat on a bench by the harbor to eat them, watching a man painting his fishing boat. He tried to chat me up.”
“Oh?”
“He didn’t get very far. I’m used to being chatted up by fishermen. It takes more than heroic tales of landing haddock or halibut to get into my knickers, I can tell you.”
Banks laughed. “Saint Ives?”
“Right. Heard it all before. Got the T-shirt. Anyway, after that I went for a quick look at A
“Do you like A
“I haven’t read any. It’s just the sort of thing you do, isn’t it, when you’re nearby. Go and see where famous people are buried. I saw The Tenant of Wildfell Hall on TV. It’s all right if you like that sort of thing.”
“What sort of thing?”
“Governesses, bodices, tight corsets, all that repressed Victorian sexuality.”
“And you don’t?”
A
It was early September now, and the nights were drawing in fast. When they got to the High Street, the sun was already low in the west, a red ball glowing like an ember through the gathering haze, and the shadows were lengthening. Sounds of laughter and music came from the open pub doors. Tourists, tired after the day out and a big meal, were getting in their cars and driving back to their cities.
A
“It’s nice out here,” A
“Cheers.” Banks took a sip. Though there were a few other people sitting outside, conversations seemed hushed. “So who have we got now, then?” he asked. “Now we’ve discovered that Matthew was killed before Gloria was?”
A
“Brad? As her killer? Why?”
“Why not? Or one of his pals. She could have stirred them up, set them against one another. I get the impression that Gloria was the kind of woman who exerted an enormous power over men. Brad could have been hoping for more than he got. Alice said she thought he was more keen on Gloria than she was on him. Maybe she tried to shake him loose and he wouldn’t go. Rowan Woods wasn’t far away. It would have been easy for him to sneak in and out the back way, I should think.”
“We definitely need to find out more about the Americans in Hobb’s End,” said Banks.
“How do we go about that?”
“You can start with the American Embassy. They might be able to point you in the right direction.”
“I notice the subtle pronoun usage there: ‘you.’ I don’t suppose you’re pla
Banks laughed. “Rank has its privileges. Besides, you’re so good at it.”
A
“If it makes you feel any better,” he added, “I’ll be trying to get more information on Matthew Shackleton from our own military authorities.”
Their food arrived, and they both ate in silence for a while. The river looked like an oil slick now. There were no clouds, but the air had turned more humid during the day, and the setting sun turned the western sky scarlet and purple. Clusters of small buzzing insects, gnats or midges, hovered over the still, shallow water.
“What about Michael Stanhope?” Banks suggested.
“What possible motive could he have? They were friends.”
“Inordinate desire? Drink. They can push a person beyond the normal limits, and it’s likely Stanhope was a bit beyond them anyway to start with. If he was powerfully attracted to Gloria, if she wouldn’t have anything to do with him sexually, then painting her in the nude might have inflamed him beyond all reason. Let’s admit it, a man like Stanhope can’t have been entirely dispassionate all the time he had a naked Gloria Shackleton in his studio.”
A
“You sound as if you know what you’re talking about.”
A
After a pause, A
“She couldn’t know that for certain. Or he could have been bisexual.”
“I think you’re pushing it a bit, that’s all.”
“You’re probably right. Anyway, there’s one obvious flaw with the Stanhope theory.”
“There is?”
Banks shoved his empty plate aside. “Where do you think Gloria was killed?” he asked.
“In, or very close to, Bridge Cottage. I thought we’d already agreed on that because of where she was buried. By the way” – A
“Every little bit helps.”
“Anyway, what’s your point?”
“Most of the time Gloria visited Stanhope at his studio. That would certainly have been the case if he was painting her that autumn. If anything happened between them, it would be more likely to have happened there, that’s all. That’s where she was naked in front of him. If he killed her, I don’t think he would have risked carrying the body all the way back to Bridge Cottage. He would have found some other way of disposing of her, somewhere closer.”