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“Lingering over a romance? Trying it on with the local lovelies?” Joe wondered.
“That too. The local lads as well sometimes come out, nip down Laundress Lane and hire a canoe from the Anchor boatyard, bent on reclaiming the river once the straw boaters and college scarves have cleared off.” The policeman in him added, “There’s always a nasty couple of days when they clash. Dunkings and de-baggings and other low-grade mayhem. Town and Gown have never been easy neighbours and we always put our strongest swimmers and liveliest lads on beat duty down here in June.”
They watched as a punt drifted by, both men enviously amused to see the lithe young scholar poised at his punting-pole entertaining with his chatter three girls in white dresses who lounged like decorative sofa dolls along the cushions in the centre of the flat boat, fluting and chirrupping and sipping from champagne glasses.
The girls caught sight of the two men watching them in silent admiration and, from the safety of their mid-river station, raised their glasses and shouted saucy invitations to come aboard and even up their numbers. Joe chortled, returned the salute and called back his acceptance. Would they pull over and pick up or should he swim out? He handed his glass to Hu
Joe stared after it, sighing in mock disappointment.
Hu
“Oh, I don’t know. It’s hard not to look heroic, playing captain and crew at the same time. Towering over your girls, poised on the stern, chin raised, teeth to the wind, muscles cracking.”
“River water ru
“Don’t spoil it! I was just considering bringing my girl up here to stage a romantic moment,” Joe said.
“She’s not a stranger to East Anglia, then?” Hu
“I had thought so, but you, I’m willing to wager, know better,” Joe said drily. “Shall we stop pussyfooting about and put the few cards we have between us on the table?”
Hu
“I’d love to tell you exactly but there’s no exactitude about our situation at all. Wish there were.” Joe gave him the few unadorned facts about his relationship with Dorcas. It occurred to him, in his dry account, that he’d never once discussed the matter with a male friend or relation. It came surprisingly easily when face to face with this bluff, unquestioning, apparently all-knowing fellow copper.
“So, after a seven-year absence, so to speak, this girl comes back into your life and lays claim to you? She’d sort of marked you down as a subject of interest when she was still a whippersnapper?”
“Dorcas was never that. She’s what some would call, fancifully, an Old Soul. Experienced beyond her years, uncertain in some things, over-confident in others … But you’ve got it just about right. She attached herself to me when she was fourteen—looking about ten at the time so I didn’t see the dangers. Terrible family background. Mother absconded when she was a baby. Father never bothered to marry any one of the succession of mistresses who flowed through his life. His children, of whom Dorcas is the eldest, ran wild, occasionally whipped into some sort of order by their fearsome grandmother, who disowned the whole brood.”
“Lord! How’d you get involved with that mob? Couldn’t you have cut and run?”
“Hardly. I was firmly in the middle of a murder enquiry to which Miss Dorcas held the key. A pest, a burden at times, but never less than entertaining, is what she was for me.” Not much liking the incredulity blended with pity on the superintendent’s face, he tried to explain further: “Look, Hu
At last Hu
“Tommy?”
“He reminded me of us lads in the trenches. Us Tommies. Mongrel. No value to him but he was fighting for his life. Giving as good as he got and going down snarling.”
Joe laughed. “Well, imagine the potency of Tommy’s desperate situation and engaging characteristics wrapped in the allure of a very pretty girl and you appreciate my situation. No!” He caught himself in an easy throw-away response and applied a correction. “I’m being ungracious and unfair. In a strange way, Dorcas anchored me. I’ve been pretty footloose ever since the war and never been the sort who sent home postcards. Until she declared herself as the one person in my life who expected to have them. She was right. She’s always been the first one I think of when I fetch up in a strange place. Would Dorcas like it here, is what I ask myself. I shall send her a card tomorrow morning. Who do you send the first postcard to, Hu
Joe looked with curiosity at the clear blue Saxon eyes squinting at him over the rim of his glass. Eyes that missed nothing but gave little away. So—the man had a dog called Tommy. Joe realised that he knew very little else of Hu
“None of those. I have a landlady.”
“Oh, dear. I’m sorry.”
“Why? You shouldn’t be. She’s the best cook in Cambridge. But you’ve sussed me out! I’m totally unqualified to offer marital advice. Though that’s not going to stop me. I think you’d do best to take it slowly. Make a new begi
The old-fashioned look the superintendent gave Joe told him that this was a politely veiled warning. Joe had no doubt that areas of Dorcas’s life were unknown territory for him and it was perfectly possible that this man had greater knowledge of some of them through his investigations. An uncomfortable situation. Joe had never been content to stick a plaster over a festering wound. He decided to hand Hu
He took a breath and asked, “Are you able to tell me what the girl I love was doing on the guest list at Melsett the night Lady Truelove died? The list I’m sure you’ve noted in the file you sent down?”
“It’s a puzzle. Where she fitted in … A lady turning up by herself like that—it’s always a bit of a bother for the servants. It unsettles them. It was an evenly balanced party, you’ll have noticed.”