the reason he came to London. They certainly werenât able to point to any regular girlfriend while he lived in Nottingham, or anyone heâd brought home since. Remember that the working-class reaction to homosexuality is a gut one: they are less liberal than the middle class even, and certainly less so than the upper classes.â
I thought hard for a while.
âRight, well I think Iâve got a much better picture of the murder. What about afterwards? Did the police get any further leads on Andrew Forbes?â
âLeads? I donât know if youâd call them that. Rumours, really. The sort of thing you get in all missing-and-wanted cases. Is there anywhere in the world, I wonder, where Lord Lucan hasnât been spotted? The best authenticated were that he was working as a barman in Las Palmas in the spring of 1957, and as an electrician in Barcelona in 1958. Remember this was at the height of the Franco era.â
âI know: no extradition.â
âThatâs right. And a police force better at intimidation than investigation. There was a request to the Barcelona police to investigate the last report, but by the time they got around to it he had got hold of a false passport and flown.â
âWhere to?â
âAmerica, they thought.â
âThe States? Canada? Dear old South America, haven for all the worldâs undesirables, and fit punishment for them too, from all Iâve heard?â
âThe word from the Barcelona police was that it was the States. I donât know how much trust Iâd put in that.â
âAnd there the trail ends, I suppose.â
âPretty much so. I gather from the case notes, though, that there was a reporter interested at the time.â
That made me sit up.
âReally? That does surprise me. The lady who does research for the memoirs hasnât turned up anything of substance from the newspapers yet.â
âI donât suppose she will. Terry Pardick was a crime reporter for the Daily Mail. What theyâd have done if it had been a child of one of the Labour Party notables, say Hugh Gaitskell or Jim Callaghan, I donât know, but as it was the son of a Tory cabinet minister they werenât interested unless it was absolutely hard.â
âSo presumably he never got that far?â
âPresumably not. I knew him some years later. He was a nasty little muckraker, was Terry Pardickâa terrier with a nose for rotting meat.â
âI donât recall having heard the name. He was no Chapman Pincher, obviously.â
âDefinitely not, if only because he couldnât distinguish the truth from rumour.â
âA Private Eye man before his time.â
âSomething of the sort. He may well have got no further than the fact that Timothy Wycliffe was a homosexual. Certainlythe Mail didnât print that, or anything else. Whether he got anything into any other rag I donât knowâeven then there were rags that would print any dirt provided it was dirt. All the police knew was that he was following them around, getting on to the ring of his boyfriends and so on.â
âIâll tell Elspeth Honeybourne to look at the seamy end of Fleet Street, but I rather imagine sheâs doing that anyway. This Pardick is dead, is he?â
Sutcliffe pulled at his ear, and looked very like a beagle who has been distracted from an interesting scent.
âIâm assuming so. I havenât heard his name for years.â
âI made that assumption about Timâs father, but I was wrong. Look, John, Iâm very grateful. All this has really put me in the picture. I donât like to ask this, but are you willing to do a little more?â
Sutcliffe smiled.
âI thought youâd never ask. Yes, I am. A little light workâisnât that what the experts always recommend for us superannuated professionals?â
I thought hard.
âNow, Iâm off to Derbyshire
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