Fear of Drowning

‘That’s all?’

‘That’s all.’

‘You see, he had a grudge against Williams.’

‘I know. He told me. But it was his fault, he should have had money lodged with a solicitor, but he thought Williams’s reputation as a man with a bottomless money bag was safe enough. He won’t make that mistake again.’

‘Two of you together, you with a strong motivation to murder both Mr and Mrs Williams and he with a grudge.

After a few pints, feeding into each other…then you took turns to do the digging of the grave…two strong blokes, easy work Sheringham shook his head whilst smiling in a classically patronizing gesture which He

Sheringham remained silent.

‘She’s a lazy woman.’

‘Who?’

‘Michael Richardson’s wife. I’ve never been in her home, but Mick’s forever complaining about it, fag ash everywhere. I tell you, if I did want someone to clean up after a murder, it wouldn’t be Mrs Richardson.’

He

‘You see,’ Sheringham smiled. ‘You can’t make a case, because there is no case to make. Yes, all right, I have benefited from the murder, hers anyway, it’s a neat and an unexpected solution, but that doesn’t mean to say I murdered them. I didn’t.’

‘Chief Inspector He

A pause.

The twin spools spun.

Reluctantly, very reluctantly, He

He

He walked past his office.

He walked out of the building.

He walked the walls. Twice. But took no notice of the ancient city.

He returned to Micklegate Bar Police Station.

He went to Sergeant Yellich’s office. Yellich was sitting at his desk. He

‘Sir?’

‘We were right, there is a conspiracy.’ He sat in the chair, folded into it, it seemed to Yellich. ‘And you were right, there is a woman’s hand in this. But it’s not the Richardsons and Sheringham.’

‘No, sir?’

‘No. Let me get this right in my own head. Ten years ago Marcus Williams died, drowned in his bath. The coroner thought it might have been suicide, hence the open verdict. A young man was seen in the vicinity of the house at the time of his death, that same young man was a mourner at the funeral, when he wore the uniform of a naval officer.’

‘Could only have been Rufus Williams.’

‘That’s my thinking. But Marcus Williams wouldn’t allow anybody near him unless he knew them.’

‘He also had a pack of very solemn dogs to protect him.’

‘Hence Rufus calling on him and getting to know the dogs, getting them to recognize and trust him.’

‘How did he get through the gates, boss? They’d be locked.’

‘What are the walls of the grounds like?’

‘About as high as this room, covered in ivy.’

‘Even I, at my venerable age, could clamber over that, Yellich.’

‘Yes, boss.’

‘So that’s how he got in. Keeps the dogs outside. Goes into the house…he’s a big guy, strong guy, separates himself from the dogs…there’s a dog flap in the front door, isn’t there?’

‘Yes, boss, easy to jam shut with something though.’

‘Oh my…the thought of what happened next…picks his uncle up, carries him upstairs under his arm…removes his clothes without tearing them ‘Like undressing a child.’

‘Forces the taps on. They haven’t been used for years, but he has the strength to free them off. Immerses his uncle and sits on him until he drowns, but makes sure there’s no bruising. Holds him, but not tightly enough to cause injury…then leaves him to be discovered, and he did that because he didn’t know about Marcus Williams’s fear of drowning.’

‘That’s a very solemn level of premeditation there, boss, very solemn.’

‘Isn’t it? But what’s the motivation, why kill an uncle who has been a source of warmth, when your father has been a source of coldness?’

‘Nowt so queer as folk, boss.’

‘Which in this case is not the answer, Yellich. What would you kill for, Yellich?’

‘Passion, boss. I don’t like to admit it, but I think I could kill for passion, not so much me, but if anyone harmed Sarah or Jeremy, I could kill ‘That makes you a human being, Yellich. But ponder Rufus Williams, what could motivate him to clamber the walls of Oakfield House, pat the Dobermans on the head as they bound up to him with their little tails wagging, then, leaving the dogs outside, go into the house, and to wherever his uncle is and say, “Hello, little man, I’m here to kill you.” If passion wasn’t the motive, what was?’

‘Greed. Lust for filthy lucre.’

‘Has to be, doesn’t it? Either out of greed, or fear of poverty, if they are not in fact the same thing. Nicola Williams told me that her brother often used the phrase “drowning in poverty”, or specifically fear of same.’

‘I can see an obstacle, boss. An obstruction in sequence of logic’

‘Go on.’

‘How could he know what his uncle was worth? How did he know the uncle would name his brother, the uncle’s brother, Rufus’s father, as main beneficiary?’

‘I don’t know and I don’t know. At the end of the day it may be that his fear of drowning in poverty made him think the gamble was worth taking. The gamble being that his uncle was worth enough to murder for, and the gamble that his uncle either had left no will at all, or had named Max Williams, his brother, as main beneficiary in his will; either way, Max Williams would benefit. And if Max Williams benefited, so did Rufus and Nicola. Put them in direct line of inheritance and maybe an earlier access to it, which is how it turned out because both Rufus and Nicola enjoyed a stipend from daddy to supplement their salaries.’

‘He just took the risk that Marcus Williams hadn’t left a will naming a cats’ home as the sole beneficiary. Yes, I can see that.’ Yellich paused. ‘But that doesn’t explain what happened at the family bungalow last Saturday night. Suppose only he can tell us that. Shall we bring him in, boss? Time for a quiz session?’

He

Nicola Williams trembled with fear, she looked pale, wide eyed, on the verge of tears.

He

‘Detective Sergeant Yellich.’

‘Nicola Williams.’

‘Miss Williams, can you confirm that you are here of your own volition?’

‘I have not been arrested, if that’s what you mean.’

‘Do you wish a solicitor to be present?’

‘No.’

He