Die Like a Dog (10 page)

‘CID?' she whispered, when the stranger had driven away and Waring had gone back indoors.

Ted chuckled. ‘Your mind is a sink. He's a naturalist and lives on the north coast. He's the new secretary of the Cambrian Environmentalists' Trust. I've seen his photograph in a field magazine but I can't put a name to the face.'

‘Would even a new secretary need to inquire the whereabouts of one of the Trust's big landlords?'

‘No. He was fishing.'

Miss Pink opened a map and they turned their backs on the building.

‘Lloyd told me that someone from the Trust would be arriving this week in response to his protests about the Alsatians on the Reserve.'

‘Arriving without an appointment? A spot check?'

‘Not with an influential landlord. Everything would have to be above board with Judson, ostensibly at least. This fellow will have made an appointment.'

‘And he's not back yet.'

‘The grapevine says not, according to the girl who served my breakfast. She's not a local but Lucy Banks is.'

‘But Lucy's not a gossip.'

She didn't contradict him but regarded him with interest.

‘She's jolly,' he went on, ‘but discreet. Garrulous in that she talks a lot, but it's not about her neighbours.'

‘So you know Lucy.'

‘I handled her divorce. I've never known Lucy anything other than cool. She isn't spiteful or hysterical or silly –' Miss Pink thought that Ted was curiously intense, ‘– she adores that boy of hers; as for him, he's intelligent and amoral but he loves his mother. I'm fond of Lucy; I hope she can keep young Bart straight.'

‘There was a story about her peppering a barman with shot.'

He grinned. ‘Lucy's was a bad marriage. It should never have happened but there, she's free of him now. She's a hard worker and a good mother. She also happens to be a full-blooded woman but – once bitten, twice shy, and she's not getting involved with any more men – seriously, I mean. On that occasion the barman, who was a husky young fellow but not very bright, pushed his luck. He was Spanish and, in Spain, ladies aren't dab hands with shotguns.'

‘Nor in Britain,' Miss Pink murmured. ‘But didn't she shout rape? Did you represent her?'

‘Oh dear, no!' He was shocked. ‘It never got to court. Cried rape, did she? I heard a bit of gossip – but no, the man didn't bring a charge.'

Miss Pink sucked in her cheeks as she tried to keep a straight face. Ted asked with gentle curiosity: ‘Incidentally, what's the construction that Dinas puts on Judson not reporting his car stolen?'

‘The man from the Post Office – Sydney Owen – button-holed me last night. He advanced the kind of theory that you might expect: Judson's in deep waters financially and has fled the country, so he doesn't know that the car has been stolen.'

He nodded. ‘Not thought through, is it? He'd have sold the Volvo before he left. Is there any basis for the theory of financial straits?'

‘You're the legal man.'

He smiled faintly. ‘But you're on the spot.'

She returned the smile. ‘I wouldn't say they're in straitened circumstances but there's no real evidence of substance – apart from the land. If he were in trouble he could always sell some land. If Judson had a problem, I'd have expected it to be a woman, or women.'

‘I agree.'

‘But the two women – three if you include his wife – involved with him at the moment, have been left behind. He's gone away; the women are still here.'

‘How do you know?'

‘I've seen them. Maggie Seale is not just here, but appears to have taken Joss Lloyd for her lover. Anna Waring was away for the weekend but came back yesterday and she hadn't been with Judson because –' Her voice died away.

‘Yes, Melinda?'

They regarded each other speculatively. ‘Because,' she concluded, ‘she would have said so if she had.'

‘Would she?' His tone changed, became airy. ‘When I asked how you knew, I meant how did you know he'd left all his feminine interests here? How do you know there isn't another woman, elsewhere, even abroad?'

‘I don't, but there's his age and physical condition. He couldn't have gone so quickly from one to the next, perhaps even having relationships with two women at the same time – he couldn't have lived like that, and survived.'

‘That may be the point.'

Their eyes shifted at the same moment, as both became aware of the likelihood of observation. After a pause during which she folded the map with elaborate care, he said: ‘Let's stroll up the combe slowly, towards Parc, bird-watching, and see if anything turns up, eh?'

They covered the ground between the Bridge and Parc at a normal pace but as they drew level with the first of Parc's conifers they stopped, Miss Pink focused her binoculars on an imaginary bird, and they listened. They heard nothing more than birdsong and the hum of insects. They continued quietly but as they approached the entrance to the drive, they heard voices. Exchanging glances they sauntered forward and came into full view of the front door.

Gladys Judson was standing on the step saying goodbye to the secretary of the Trust. Miss Pink waved and smiled. Gladys looked startled, hesitant, and then she lifted a hand in what Miss Pink took to be an invitation. They waited, smiling politely as the stranger drove past, touching his cap, and then they moved up the drive.

Gladys was still making some effort to retain her poise but this morning her voice showed signs of strain although, since Ted was already known to her, it may have been that his presence was actually encouraging her to lower her defences.

‘I'm so glad to see someone we know,' she said. ‘Now my woman is having hysterics, and that man arrived to see Richard and all the time that I was trying to tell him what had happened, Ellen would keep breaking in and demanding that I call the police, threatening to do it herself. You've come at a bad moment, I'm afraid – no, I don't mean –'

They were standing in the hall and at that the door from the back quarters was flung open and Ellen approached like one of the Furies, her hair awry, her eyes snapping, protesting as she came.

‘I can't sit alone; I can feel my brain washing round and round –' she faltered as she caught sight of the visitors and her face was suddenly crafty, ‘– what do
they
think?'

‘They don't know.' Gladys was brittle. ‘If you'll bring us coffee, Ellen, in the drawing room –'

‘Coffee!
' She stared from one to the other. ‘Coffee! And Evans not come home all night? He had no gun! An unarmed man, but brave as a lion, he was. They've done it between them – I know it; he said so, said she handled a gun like a man. Shot the dog, shot the master, shot –'

‘
Ellen
!'

Gladys's control had broken at last, but the tirade was checked. Shaky but coherent she turned to her guests and said meaningly: ‘We both need you – as you observe. Perhaps – if we were to have coffee in the kitchen –?'

They moved towards the back of the hall, Ellen retreating before them. In the kitchen the woman dropped onto a chair while Gladys filled a kettle. Ellen stared at the table. Gladys said: ‘Evans hasn't been home all night. Ellen is worried. You remember Mr Roberts, Ellen; he was the solicitor before he retired.'

‘And the coroner,' Ellen said darkly.

Gladys looked at Miss Pink in mute appeal.

‘When did you see your husband last?' Miss Pink asked of Ellen.

‘I'd gone to bed. I had migraine.'

‘It was getting on towards ten,' Gladys put in. ‘We'd been talking, Evans and I. He went across and I listened to the ten o'clock news before I went to bed.'

‘And Evans came upstairs to bed?' Ted turned to Ellen.

‘No.'

‘He went up to their bedroom –' Gladys said, and waited, as did her guests.

Ellen looked up and her eyes brightened. Miss Pink thought that the woman was more excited than worried.

‘He come upstairs,' she said clearly, savouring their attention, ‘and he took a thick jersey and one of them balaclava helmet things. Dark, they were – them clothes.'

‘Did he say where he was going?' Miss Pink asked.

‘Up to that one.'

‘That one?'

‘That Lloyd.'

‘Why?' asked Ted.

Ellen drew a deep breath. ‘To bring the spade away, as evidence.'

Gladys stared at the woman as if mesmerised. ‘He went to Lloyd's cottage? You didn't say that before.'

‘You never let me get that far. Of course he did.'

‘Did he tell you why he wanted the spade?' Ted asked gently.

‘Evidence! I said. The grave were dug with a spade.'

Miss Pink glanced at Gladys. ‘What grave?'

Ellen said: ‘Why, Satan's. He was buried, wasn't he?'

There was a moment of relaxation before Gladys said heatedly: ‘

I told him – I ordered him not to go up to Lloyd's. He came here and asked if he could have a word with me.' She turned to Ellen. ‘You know what Evans is like: he gets an idea into his head and nothing will shake him.' Ellen pursed her lips. ‘He insists Lloyd shot the dog,' Gladys went on. ‘I told him that he was to wait until Richard came home before doing anything that might make trouble; I thought I'd convinced him ... What does it mean? He said Richard's shotgun is gone too. It
is
missing.'

No one spoke for a while, then Ted asked quietly: ‘When did you notice it was missing?'

‘I didn't. Evans wanted to take it with him, for protection, he said. I refused, he went out and he must have looked in the study as he went. He came back and told me it wasn't there.'

‘Did Judson take it with him?' Ted asked.

‘I didn't see him go. Did you see him leave, Ellen?'

‘I saw the car go down the drive. I was vacuuming the drawing room. I couldn't see if he had a gun with him. I wouldn't, would I?'

‘Why –' Ted checked.

Miss Pink's mind was racing but she waited for him to continue. He was the local man – and had been a coroner.

‘Police,' Ellen said defiantly.

They all looked at Ted. ‘It's either that,' he said, ‘or we – I should go up to speak to Lloyd.'

‘Oh no!' Gladys was frightened. ‘Not alone, Mr Roberts.'

‘Evans said nothing else?' he pressed. ‘To you, Mrs Judson, or to Ellen?'

Gladys shook her head dumbly. ‘I ordered him not to go,' she repeated.

‘He said he might be gone for a while,' Ellen said. ‘I told him not to go, too. Anything could happen, I said; he's got that girl up there, I said. She killed Brindle; she's violent, that one, worse than Lloyd. And what does anyone know about her? She comes here, giving herself airs; she could be –'

‘Yes.' Ted got up and walked out of the kitchen, followed by Miss Pink. ‘This is a rum do,' he murmured as they approached the front door. ‘Two men missing is distinctly odd, don't you agree?'

‘It was odd when one was missing.'

‘Quite. We must have a word with Mrs Judson, alone. Will you fetch her?'

She brought Gladys from the kitchen and the three of them walked down the drive where they couldn't be overheard.

‘This is distressing for you, Mrs Judson –' Ted was most considerate, ‘– but have you reported your husband as missing?'

Gladys stared at the wooded slope and twisted her wedding ring. ‘No. I was afraid to.'

‘Why was that?'

‘I thought he'd be back by now.'

‘But he hasn't reported his car stolen, Mrs Judson.' He was being patient.

‘I'm terribly worried,' she confessed. ‘What should I do?'

‘I think the police should be informed,' Miss Pink said. ‘If he is – elsewhere – on business, and isn't aware that the car has been stolen, he can only be cross if he's reported missing. Hadn't he intended to be home before today? A man was at the Bridge inquiring for him. Surely it was the man who drove away as we were passing?'

Gladys nodded. ‘My mind's in a whirl. Of course Richard intended – That man was Maynard Vale, the secretary of the Trust. He had an appointment with Richard for this morning: about the dogs on the Reserve. I told him they were both dead. I'm sorry, it's too much –' She put her hand to her head.

They led her inside the house and settled her in a chair in the drawing room.

‘We haven't had coffee,' she said weakly.

Miss Pink went to the kitchen and told Ellen to make a pot of strong tea. When she returned, Ted was using the telephone. They exchanged glances full of significance. She sat quietly with her hostess until he entered.

‘The police are sending someone,' he told them casually, as if it were an everyday event. ‘Would you like one of us to stay?'

‘If you both would – please?'

Ellen came in with a tray and would have started to talk again but Ted took her back to the kitchen, leaving Miss Pink with Gladys. Tacitly they kept the two women apart; neither could do the other any good.

The police arrived within twenty minutes: a uniformed sergeant and a constable in a patrol car. They sat in the drawing room and Ted took it on himself to outline the facts, but no sooner had he said that Judson was missing when Ellen stepped in from the hall where it was obvious that she'd been listening.

‘And his gun,' she insisted. ‘His gun's gone too.'

The sergeant stiffened. The constable looked startled.

‘Yes, Mrs Evans.' Ted was firm. ‘I'll tell the officers. His shotgun is missing,' he went on calmly. ‘And Evans went out last night, in defiance of Mrs Judson's orders, telling his wife he was going to the cottage where the warden of the Nature Reserve lives. He hasn't returned.'

‘What does the warden say?'