âHave any of your people left for the Fletcher cottage on the road to Lyddingham?' he asked when Charlie answered.
âNot yet. I only just heard about it a few minutes ago. Why?'
Paget hesitated. He didn't like to ask favours, but in this case . . .
âLook, Charlie, I'll apologize in advance for what I'm about to ask you, but could you keep Grace away from this one? I'm told it's a drowning in a bathtub, and I'm very much afraid?'
âNo need to apologize, Neil. I thought of that myself when I was told about the circumstances, so I won't be sending Grace.'
âThanks, Charlie. I appreciate it, but please don't tell her I called you.'
âS
he's still in the bath where we found her,' the uniformed constable told Paget. âWe were told not to touch anything, so we haven't â well, except for the doors. We broke in the back because it was the easiest, and left it open, then opened the front door as well to clear the air a bit. Oh, yes, and we switched the heater off in the bathroom. It was going full blast, and it was pretty ripe in there â still is, for that matter, but not as bad as it was.'
âI understand it was her employer's son who called you. Is he still around?'
âNext door in the other cottage along with the old man who lives there.' The constable consulted his notebook. âClyde Nichols is his name, and the old man's name is Hawkins, Tom Hawkins. My colleague is with them.
âAny word from Dr Starkie?'
The constable grinned. âHe called in a few minutes ago. Seems he got himself lost, and he wasn't best pleased. Used a few words I haven't heard in a long while, but I think we got him on the right road. He should be along in a few minutes if he doesn't get lost again.'
âIn that case, I'd advise you to tread softly when he does arrive,' Paget warned.
âIt's the back room on the right,' the constable directed as the detectives were about to enter the cottage, âand best take a good deep breath before you go in.'
They paused only long enough to pull on thin latex gloves before going in. The smell had been bad enough at the front door, but the sickly odour was almost overpowering as they approached the tiny bathroom at the back of the house. They stopped at the doorway to take in the scene.
Judging by the fittings and the old-fashioned high-sided tub, the conversion to a bathroom from what was probably a scullery at one time must have taken place a long time ago. The sink and toilet weren't much more up to date, but the electric heater attached to the wall was definitely a recent addition.
A heavy, dark-blue bathrobe lay on the floor. A ragged piece of carpet served as a bath mat, and a large towel was folded neatly on the toilet seat. There was no cabinet or cupboard of any sort â there simply wasn't room â so everything in the way of toiletries sat next to an unopened packet of Pears soap and a spare roll of toilet paper on the window sill above the sink. In fact, apart from the naked body lying on its side with hair matted to the face in a tub devoid of water â and the flies â nothing seemed to be out of place.
âYou can forget suicide,' Tregalles said. âThe towel's wrong for a start. I mean, why would she set it there if she'd decided to drown herself?' He touched the inside of the tub. âDry as a bone,' he said.
âShe may have kicked the plug out before she died,' said Paget. âLooks like some bruising around the throat and face, but I don't see any other marks on her. Still, we'll see what Starkie has to say when he gets here.'
Tregalles stood looking down at the body. âFunny,' he said, âbut she looks smaller than I remember. Hair looks lighter, too.' He slipped off one of his gloves and touched it gingerly. âLike straw,' he said as he put the glove back on.
âYou're sure this is the same woman?'
âOh, yes. No doubt about it. She was the one who was screaming for Fletcher to get out of there.'
âMind if I play through?' a voice asked. They turned to see one of Charlie's men, loaded down with cameras. âI'd like to get some pics before the doc shows up. Thought he'd've been here by now, but the bloke outside says he got lost.' He blinked several times, wrinkled his nose and blew out his cheeks. âCor! Bit of a pong in there, isn't there? And flies. I hate flies and maggots. Should've brought the gas mask. How long has she been dead? Murder, was it?' He stuck his head inside the door to take a quick look round. âAll right if I open that window?'
âSuspicious death,' said Paget, âand I think you'd better wait until Dr Starkie and the rest of your lot have had a look at things before you move anything, including the window. Are they here now?'
âJust suiting up,' Haydock said. âThey'll be here in a minute, so I'd better get on.' He wrinkled his nose again. âBut I won't be taking very long, I can tell you.'
Charlie Dobbs was about to enter the cottage as Paget and Tregalles emerged, when he stopped and drew Paget aside.
âI had to tell Grace why she wasn't being sent on this one,' he said quietly, âand I'm afraid it didn't go down too well. When I told her I didn't think she was ready for it, she got a little hot under the collar, and insisted that it was part of her job and she should be allowed to go. In fact, I'm sure she would be here now if I had let her come, and yet I had the feeling that she was relieved when I insisted that she stay behind. Even so, I don't think I've heard the last of it from her, and I suspect you will be hearing about it when you get home.'
âYou didn't tell her I called you, did you?'
Charlie shook his head. âShe won't hear it from me,' he said, âbut she was not a happy gal when I left her, so be warned.'
Clyde Nichols was an affable, if somewhat shaken young man in his early twenties, while Hawkins was almost four times his age, wizened, bent and slow-moving. The constable who had been with them had gone, which was just as well considering the size of the tiny front room, where even four seemed a crowd. Nichols said his father, who owned the shop where Rose Ryan worked, had become concerned when she didn't show up for work, and he hadn't been able to contact her.
âSo he asked me to drop in this afternoon to find out if she was all right,' he said.
âHow did you know something was wrong?' asked Paget.
âI didn't at first, so I came round here to ask Mr Hawkins if he knew where Rose was, and he said he hadn't seen her since the weekend. But he said he'd heard her shouting late Friday night, but he didn't think too much of it because he said she and her boyfriend were always going on at each other.'
The old man snorted. âHardly a day went by they wasn't shouting at each other,' he said. âSo when I heard the car stop outside and then her screaming at the top of her voice a few minutes later, I thought it was him come back, so I . . .' He stopped to catch his breath. He thumped his chest with a gnarled fist. âAsthma,' he gasped as he reached for an inhaler on the mantelpiece. He used it and sank into his chair beside the fireplace. âBe all right in a minute,' he gasped when he saw the concern on their faces. âIt can be a right old bugger this time o' year.'
Paget waited for the old man's breathing to return to normal before he said, âYou were about to say, Mr Hawkins . . .?'
The old man looked a bit sheepish. âLike I said, I thought they was just having another one o' their arguments, so I turned the tele up a bit and let 'em get on with it. Besides,' he continued defensively, âeven if I had known something was up, I couldn't do much about it.' He pointed to two walking sticks beside the chair. âWhoever it was would be halfway to Lyddingham before I got out the door, and I've got no phone.'
Paget nodded. âNo one's blaming you,' he said. âDo you recall what time it was when you heard the shouting?'
âNine or a bit after. I was thinking about going to bed, and I remember wondering if they were going to keep it up much longer and keep me awake, but then it stopped.'
Paget turned his attention back to Nichols. âSo what did you do after speaking to Mr Hawkins?'
âWent out and looked in all the windows, but I couldn't see any sign of life until I got round the back and saw the little window there. I thought it might be a bathroom, and decided I'd better have a look in case Rose had slipped and fallen.'
He paused, frowning for a moment as if trying to work something out. âTo tell you the truth,' he said slowly, âI don't really know why I did it. It just didn't seem right not to have a look in that last window, so I got a box to stand on from the shed at the back, and got up there to take a look. It was hard to see anything at first, but then I saw her there in the bath. Shook me a bit, I can tell you.'
âYou called her Rose. Did you know her well?'
Nichols shrugged. âNo, not really. She's only been with us for a few months, and I've worked with her the odd time, but she kept pretty much to herself. I'm normally in the office,' he explained, âbut I lend a hand in the shop if things get busy or they're short-handed.'
âThe shop?'
âThe Hide and Seek in Lyddingham. It's quite a large shop. It's grown a lot in the last few years. We have three full-time shop assistants, and three part-time. We sell hand-crafted leather goods, belts, jackets, handbags, an exclusive line of knitwear, as well as a few selected items from the local glass works.'
âEver go out with Rose? Chat her up?' Tregalles asked.
Nichols looked surprised. âWhy would you ask that?' he said. âShe's at least ten years older than me.'
âGood-looking woman, all the same. Did you?'
âNo.'
âDid she have any particular friend in the shop?'
âI don't think so. In fact she kept pretty much to herself, but she was good with customers, especially the men. She had a sort of way with her.'
âWhat sort of way?'
Nichols coloured slightly. âHard to describe,' he said. âThey just sort of took to her.'
âThis way of hers â sexy, was it?'
âI suppose it was a bit. She sold more to men than any of the other girls.'
âFancy her yourself, then, did you?'
The colour in Nichols' face deepened. âAs I said, she was a lot older than me and she was living with someone.'
âI'll take that as a yes,' Tregalles said. âEver been out here to the house before? Take her home in your car, something like that?'
âNo. Never. And I don't like what you're implying. Rose worked in the shop, and any dealings I had with her were strictly on a business level.'
âYou married, Mr Nichols?'
âNo. I'm engaged to be married in June, but I don't see what that has to do with anything. And I'd like to make it clear that the only reason I'm here is because my father asked me to stop in on my way into town to find out why Rose hadn't come in to work today.'
âIt may not be relevant at all,' said Paget soothingly, âbut we do have to explore every possibility, Mr Nichols. So what
can
you tell me about Miss Ryan?'
Only somewhat mollified, Nichols shook his head. âNot much,' he said. âAs I said, she kept pretty much to herself. I knew she was living out here with a boyfriend or whatever, but I only ever saw him once when he came to pick her up at the shop. Can't say I liked the look of him. Scruffy-looking type. Couldn't see him and Rose as a couple at all, but then it takes all sorts, I suppose.'
âYou knew we were looking for him?'
Nichols looked confused. âLooking for the man she was living with? I don't understand.'
âGerry Fletcher. It's been on the radio and television. You must have seen or heard that we were looking for him.'
Nichols frowned and shook his head. âI didn't even know his name. I don't have much time to watch television.' He stopped abruptly. âFletcher!' he said. âSo he's the one. Yes, I did hear it on the radio several times, but I never connected him with Rose.' His eyes widened. âDid he . . .?' He flicked his head toward the cottage next door.
âDid he what, Mr Nichols?'
âWell . . . kill her?'
âWhy would you say that?' Paget asked. âI don't recall saying anything about the way she died.'
Nichols reddened. âI just thought . . . I mean, the questions you've been asking . . .'
âWe don't know how Miss Ryan died as yet,' Paget told him. âNow, you say you saw her in the bath when you looked in the window. What did you do then?'
Nichols drew a deep breath. âI could see she was dead by the way she was lying there in the tub â and the smell! Even with the window closed . . .' He swallowed hard. âWhich is why I rang the police instead of an ambulance on my mobile phone. I knew they could break in, but I didn't know if ambulance people could do that without some sort of authorization.'
Tregalles said, âYou didn't attempt to break in yourself, then?'
Nichols shook his head. âI knew I couldn't help her, so there was no point.'
âHow long did you have to wait for the police to arrive?'
âNot long. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes. The chap I spoke to on the phone got quite excited when I told him I thought Rose was dead. He took my name and said I wasn't to move until they got here.'
âWhat happened then?'
âI showed them where I'd climbed up to look in the window, and as soon as one of the men had a look, they both had a go at the door and broke it open.'
âDid you go inside?'
âNo. They told me to stay outside. Not that I wanted to go in anyway. It smelt bad enough outside. God knows what it must be like in there.' He wrinkled his nose at the memory. âDon't you have
any
idea about what happened to her?' he asked in a small voice.
âWe'll have to wait for the doctor's report before we know the cause of death,' Paget told him as he rose to his feet. âI understand that you have given your address and phone number to the constable, and I should warn you that you will probably be contacted by the coroner's office at the time of the inquest.'