weâd got the job finished, because that meant I could listen to it in peace.â The mechanic paused. âHere, I havenât got Peter in trouble, have I?â
âNo,â Beresford promised, âyou havenât got him in trouble.â
He was telling the truth. The girlâs watch had been smashed at two minutes past three, and even if it had been wrong by a few minutes, that still put Peter Mainwearing in the clear â because there was no way he could have reached the corporation park before twenty past three at the earliest.
âThereâs times when Iâve thought about being a bobby myself,â the mechanic said.
Youâd have to grow at least another three inches first, Beresford thought, but all he said aloud was, âOh yes?â
âI mean, from what Iâve heard, itâs an easy life.â
âEasy?â Beresford repeated.
âWell, for a start, the payâs not bad, is it? And you donât have to get your hands dirty, do you?â
Why did other people always seem to think that bobbies had such a cushy time of it, Beresford wondered.
âYouâre right that
most of the time
we donât have to get our hands dirty,â he agreed. âOf course, there are always the occasions when you have to pull whatâs left of a body out of a car wreck. That can be messy. Then again, we sometimes get into fights and have blood spattered all over us â usually our own.â
But the mechanic was not about to allow his illusions to be shattered by cold hard reality.
âStill, every jobâs got its drawbacks, and there are big compensations in yours, arenât there?â he asked, winking broadly at him.
âI donât know you mean,â Beresford said.
âCourse you do. You get called out to visit a house thatâs been burgled. Right?â
âRight.â
âThe lady of the house is still very upset about whatâs happened, you comfort her as best you can, and before you know it, youâre in bed together. You wonât deny that kind of thing goes on, will you?â
The mechanic wouldnât believe him if he did, Beresford thought. So why even try to disillusion him?
âYes, itâs happened,â he said, feeling, for once in his life, like a real man of the world.
The mechanic licked his lips. âHow many times?â he asked.
In for a penny, in for a pound, Beresford told himself. âLots of times,â he said. âSo many that, if Iâm honest, Iâve almost lost count.â
He was seeing more of that part of his wifeâs world outside the home in a single day than he had seen in the rest of their married life put together, Martin Stevenson thought as he approached the Crown and Anchor, a pub very close to Whitebridge Police Headquarters.
He stepped through the door into the saloon bar, and knew immediately that he would not like the Crown. It was too barnlike, too gaudy, too noisy â and though it would have been inaccurate to describe it as actually
dirty
, its standards of cleanliness fell below those of the establishments he would normally choose to patronize.
Rosemary was sitting at a table in the centre of the room. She was wearing her uniform, and had her arm deliberately stretched out so that her sergeantâs stripes were clearly visible to anyone who looked. She had a cigarette balanced in the corner of her mouth, and a pint of bitter in her hand.
âDid you see him?â she asked, the second that her husband had sat down opposite her.
âThis is a strange place to meet,â Stevenson said, looking around him as if to confirm his initial impressions of the bar.
âStrange? What do you mean by that? Thereâs nothing strange about it. Itâs perfectly normal.â
âThen perhaps what I really meant to say was that itâs an âinappropriateâ place,â Stevenson told her.
âInappropriate?â his wife
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