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Hamish phoned Jimmy the next day. Josie had arrived and he had told her to do the rounds of the faraway areas. “So did he confess?” asked Hamish.
“That he did. When we told him his wife had turned on him, he cracked. I think he’s a haggis supper short o’ the neeps. He was obsessed wi’ A
“What about Cora? Has she been charged as an accomplice?”
“She has. But she’ll get off lightly. She’ll even make bail.”
“Why?”
“She said she was terrified of him.”
“Nothing terrifies a woman like Cora.”
“Hamish, the poor woman was married to a triple murderer. She said she couldn’t bear it any longer so it was she who sent in yon package of photos.”
“I don’t believe it for a minute.”
“Well, that’s what she’s saying. Wasn’t you, was it?”
Hamish thought quickly. It would do no good to tell Jimmy the truth because in order to prove Cora wrong, he would need to admit to having broken into the Baxters’ home.
“Me? Not on your life,” he said.
But privately he thought that Cora had been in the grip of an obsession almost as mad as that of her husband. Respectability and her position as a councillor’s wife was her life and the very air she breathed.
Hamish found Josie good company in the weeks that followed. Josie cu
Meanwhile, Josie laid her plans. She had paid over one thousand pounds to a shady doctor in Strathbane to give her a certificate saying she was pregnant.
Just as the snows were begi
“Hamish, I’m pregnant,” she said.
Chapter Eleven
Their tricks and craft hae put me daft,
They’ve ta’en me in, an’ a’ that
– Robert Burns
The news of Hamish’s Macbeth’s engagement to Josie McSween was greeted with delight in the village of Lochdubh. They were such a suitable couple. She was a pretty wee lassie and a policewoman, too.
Only Angela Brodie was worried. One evening, shortly after the a
She knew Hamish better than most. Although he smiled on Josie and escorted her about, Angela sensed a bleakness in him. She didn’t like Josie. She thought there was something sly about her.
Also, Hamish, who usually dropped in for a chat, had been avoiding her. She found him one morning, leaning on the wall overlooking the loch, with his animals at his heels.
“Hamish!” she hailed him. “I haven’t had a chance to talk to you. So you’re finally going to be married? Congratulations.”
“That iss verra kind of you, Angela.” His eyes were flat and guarded. “I’d had best be getting along to the station.”
“Wait a moment. Are you happy?”
“Of course,” said Hamish, and he strode off.
Angela was walking back home when she met Mrs. Wellington. “Isn’t it exciting?” said the minister’s wife. “I’ve come to think of Josie as my own daughter.”
“I don’t think Hamish is very happy,” said Angela.
“It doesn’t matter if he’s happy or not. He got the girl preg…” Mrs. Wellington actually blushed.
“Do you mean Josie’s pregnant?”
“Don’t tell a soul. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“I don’t think Josie is my husband’s patient.”
“Well, no. It would spoil the occasion if people thought it was a shotgun wedding.”
“Which doctor did she go to?”
“I remember she said it was a Dr. Cameron in Strathbane.”
Angela phoned the television studios in Glasgow and asked to speak to Elspeth Grant, saying she was a friend. She was told Miss Grant was broadcasting but if she left her name and number, Miss Grant would phone her back.
Worried that her husband might drop in, find out what she was doing, and accuse her of interfering, Angela paced nervously up and down. At last the phone rang and, with relief, she heard Elspeth’s voice on the line.
“It’s about Hamish,” said Angela. “Have you heard he’s to be married?”
“Yes, I got an invitation to the wedding.”
“Elspeth, something is wrong. He is not happy. Josie is supposed to be pregnant. Could she be tricking him? Oh, Elspeth, I do wish you would come up here and find out for sure.”
“Wait a minute. Are they living together?”
“No, Josie is at the manse with Mrs. Wellington. I assumed it was because people here are a bit old-fashioned.”
“But he is seen out with her?”
“Yes, I saw them at the Italian restaurant just the other day. Hamish was quiet and polite. Josie chattered on and on. But there’s more. Hamish went to my husband some time ago claiming he had been drugged and got samples and rushed off to the forensic lab in Strathbane with them. The lab said he was clear.”
“I remember Lesley at the lab. She was keen on Hamish and I always think she upped and married her boss just to show him. Look, I’ll get some leave of absence and get up there. But Hamish wouldn’t fall for a fake pregnancy, if that’s what it is. Doesn’t she go to Dr. Brodie?”
“No, she goes to a Dr. Cameron in Strathbane.”
“I’ll see you as soon as I can.”
Several times, Josie had been on the point of calling the whole thing off. She had hoped to get into bed with Hamish long before the wedding and therefore be able, possibly, to become genuinely pregnant. But Hamish had said that he would marry her and look after her, but he did not want to have sex with her. Josie had wept and pleaded but Hamish was adamant.
Her mother had arrived to stay at the manse. Flora McSween was thrilled to bits. Because Josie’s father was dead, she was to be given away by her Uncle Bob. The wedding gown was a miracle of white satin and pearls.
Flora did not suspect anything wrong. Josie told her often how much in love she and Hamish were. Any odd bouts of weeping on her daughter’s part, Flora put down to wedding nerves. She mostly lived in paperback romances and kept as much of the real world at bay as she could.
Hamish was loyal to Josie in that he did not confide in anyone how miserable he was at the prospect of being married to her. Never before had his police station home and his bachelor life looked so dear. There was only a trickle of work to keep him busy, although he travelled over his large beat as much as he could.
Strathbane, on the other hand, was in the grip of drug wars. Jimmy had agreed to be his best man but had not been near the police station and so had no inkling that Hamish was miserable at the prospect of the wedding. And for the villagers, Hamish put on a good front, smiling affectionately at Josie when they were out together, thanking people for their wedding presents, and saying, yes, he hoped the sun would shine on the important day.
Angela was feeling frantic. She had phoned Elspeth again, and Elspeth said that she was in difficulties trying to get away but would be there as soon as she could.
So it was a week before the wedding when Elspeth at last drove north and booked into the Tommel Castle Hotel. She dumped her bags in her room and went straight to the police station. There was no reply to her knock. She searched around until she found the spare key under the doormat and let herself in.