Skinner’s round

He paused. Higgins and Mcllhe

`The tales were all just rumour and folklore, and no one took them too seriously, until something happened near the village of Longniddry. I can't remember what it was, but suddenly every sudden death, every epileptic fit, every deformed baby was blamed on witches, until the whole county was up in arms. No one knew for sure who these people were, but as usual, there were plenty of fingers to point.

Eventually the craze found its victims. A woman called Agnes Tod was accused and, so it was said, put to the torture. Names were named; two other local women, her friends. Agnes's confession was enough. The Earl of Kinture, the present Marquis's ancestor, pronounced the three women guilty. They were rounded up… and can you guess what happened?'

Martin chuckled at his colleagues' rapt expressions. 'Better than bloody Jackanory, this bit, isn't it!

OK, time's up. The good Christian folk took the three of them off to Witches' Hill. They tied each one to a tree on the top, doused them with grease, and piled kindling around them. Then they were all strangled, and the pyres set alight. It was said that the whole county turned out for the burning of Witches' Hill.'

McIlhe

I was coming to that. After Witches' Hill, persecution really took hold. A ducking stool was set up at the Truth Loch. If some old body was accused, they'd bring her along to the loch and tie her into a chair on the end of a long shaft. Then it was lowered into the water, and the suspect was immersed, completely. After a while, they brought her up. If she had drowned, she was i

`Got it in one, Ali. That's why you're an ace detective, and I'm just a humble uniform!'

`So that's what the Marquis had on his estate.'

‘Yup, and with that knowledge came a great idea. He decided to take his useless, lumpy land and to turn it into a brand-new, high-class golf course, with the very best of facilities, with Witches' Hill and the Truth Loch as its highlights. It would cash in on Scotland's position as the home of golf by targeting wealthy players from all around the world.'

Higgins raised an eyebrow. 'But that's what Gleneagles does. Isn't it a bit of a risk?'

`Yes, but the Marquis reckons he's got an edge, even over them. His stately pile's just up the road. Bracklands, it's called, and as part of the top package on offer to visitors, they're put up there. Four-posters, servants, deer and pheasants in the grounds, the whole works. The business plan must have been solid enough, for Michael White put up most of the development capital, and one of the top-dog course architects came in as the third man in the consortium.'

`How are the bookings going so far?'

Martin glanced at his watch for a third time. 'I don't know. The next couple of weeks will tell.

Did you notice the stands behind the clubhouse as you came in, and that big tented area away over on the right?' Superintendent Higgins nodded.

`Well, you being a non-golfer — which, incidentally, in East Lothian is another word for

"atheist" — you won't have heard of the invitation tournament that begins here on Thursday.

It marks the opening of the course. The Murano Million, it's called… backed by the Japanese car company, hence the name. The world's top eight golfers, playing four rounds' medal play for a prize of one million pounds sterling. They go round in a pro-am format, each pro with three invited guests.

`That's what the stands are for, and the tented exhibition village. The consortium's gamble is that the event will get so much cover worldwide as a result that it'll get Witches' Hill off to a flying start. I doubt if this morning's event will be a help to them, though. A murder inquiry in the middle of a million-pound golf festival.'

He put a hand on Higgins's shoulder. 'So that's the background to your investigation, Ali. I don't envy you. Now I must go. I'm responsible for policing the event, and I've got a meeting with the PGA Secretary in about thirty seconds.'

`Thanks a lot, Andy!' She gri

Did you call him?'

D'you mean you didn't? Christ, I knew you two'd had a bust-up, but I didn't think it was that serious.'

Suddenly Martin glared at her, uncharacteristically, and she was startled. 'ACC Ops is my line commander, not Bob Ski

`Don't tell me Sir James is coming down too!'

He shook his head. 'No. He's doing something useful instead. In fact he's got the worst job of all. He's going to see Michael White's wife. She and Lady Proud are good friends.

`So you've called ACC Ski

`Don't be daft, Andy. Of course I did. He's coming down as soon as he can.'

Martin shrugged his shoulders. 'Good luck to him. I'm off to my meeting. See you later. Let me know if you need any back-up from my people.' With a nod of farewell he turned on his heel and disappeared through a door, marked 'Changing Rooms and Course', at the rear of the foyer.

Alison Higgins glanced up at her sergeant. 'What's the real story, Neil?'

`What d'you mean ma'am?' Mcllhe

`Gaucheness doesn't suit you, man. You know what I mean. The bust-up between Andy and Bob Ski

I don't believe either of those. Only Bob Ski

And Andy was his protege, too.

`There's more to it. You were in that car with Andy. What do you know?'

Mcllhe

And if you'll take the advice of a humble flatfoot, that's all you'll want to know too.'

` You can wind your neck in right now, Bob, unless you want another battle on your hands!

Yes, I knew about Alex and Andy, and no I didn't say anything to you. I didn't because Alex asked me not to, she wanted to tell you all about it herself Remember that couple who were coming to di

Ski

`They were our mystery di

` Then it's just as well we had to cancel, otherwise there'd have been chicken bloody chasseur all over the walls!'

Sarah smiled at him. 'No, I was going to do a nice green salad, just in case.'

For once her humour was lost on him. 'Did Alex ask you what you thought?'

`No, and why should she?'

`Suppose she had asked you, what would you have said?'

I'd have asked her how serious it was, and if she'd said that it was only a fling, I'd have advised her to put a stop to it.' As she spoke she poured two mugs of coffee from the filter machine, and handed one to her husband.