autumn of that year. One was called Gerald Fraser-Hymes, and the other Lawrence Cornwallis. I have addresses for them at the time of the investigation, though I donât imagine thereâll be a great deal of joy there. They were both in flat or bed-sitter territory, with a transient population.â
âThe name of Lawrence Cornwallis seems to ring a vague bell,â I said, trying to make concrete vague memories of reports read rather than people met. Nothing definite came. âI suppose these two were, to put it frankly, the sort of young men whom people in Belgravia might know. Their mob.â
âThatâs my impression. Or, more distantly, that someone had known someone whoâd known the motherâthat sort of thing, and then the names and details had gone the rounds of the Square.â
I remembered the unblushing snobbery of Lady Charlotte Wray and smiled.
âThat figures. Name, school, family treeââI knew his poorgrandmotherââthat sort of thing. Thatâs how the Square was at that time.â
âNo doubt there was a lot of that. Anyway, having those two names kept the police busy for a day or two, before they realized they had to look further.â
âThe two had alibis?â
âNoâat least, not very convincing ones. The fact was, it wasnât either of their fingerprints all over the flat.â
âBut surely they could have worn gloves, and the Forbes prints remain from an earlier visit?â
He gave me the sort of pitying look that I probably give to people who show their ignorance of procedure in the House.
âYouâre talking like an amateur, Mr. Proctor . . . Peter. There are fingerprints and fingerprints. You donât hold a glass in the same way as you hold a crowbar. The police were pretty sure that the Forbes printsâas they turned out to beâwere made in the course of the fight. Some were even bloody.â
âI see. Yes, I can imagine youâd make a different sort of print, in different places than usual, in the course of a fight. At what stage, by the way, did the police realize that Tim was a practising homosexual?â
âThe moment they began talking to people in the Square.â
âOf course. Silly question.â
âThey may even have had their eye on him earlierâI got a hint or two of that from the records. Remember when this was. In the early fifties thereâd been a number of what you might call âshow trialsâ: an actor, a peer, and so on.â
âI remember. To encourage the others. The son of a government minister might have been a suitable follow-up. That was something I was always trying to impress on Tim at the time. He was convinced the police used their own men in plain clothes as bait.â
âThey did. Iâm not defending or apologising, just stating: they did.â
âYou werenât yourself involved?â I asked mischievously.
âNot attractive enough by half!â Sutcliffe grinned as he got a mental picture of his youthful self. âAnd by the way it was the sort of job you could refuse, and I would have. Quite a lot rather enjoyed it.â
âWhich says something about them.â
âRight. Well thatâs enough breast-beating. Letâs get back to Andrew Forbes. The police didnât get hold of the name from the Belgrave Square mob, though later several confirmed that theyâd seen a chap like that visiting the flat from time to time. As you say, Forbes wasnât the sort whose mummy they knew back in the twenties. His name came from Fraser-Hymes, one of the two friends. No doubt both men were feeling pretty hard-pressed, and with reason, and Fraser-Hymes named names. In fact there was a whole list of people whom the police contacted and took prints and statements from.â
âWhich led eventually to Andrew Forbes?â
âOr rather to his flat. By then the bird had flown: heâd
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