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by the vicar, by Frances Silverwood and by Ashley Whitaker about Lukeâs good works and his sense of duty to others. The hymns were sensitively chosen. For all that, the one word in everyoneâs mind was never spoken. Why?
He reflected that one of the terrible things about suicide was that it imbued everyone who had known the deceased with a desolate sense of failure. It was a feeling that was unavoidable, yet infinitely depressing: we knew each other, we were friends, yet that wasnât enough to make him want to keep living .
When the service was over, he joined Matthew Cullinan, Roy Milburn and Tim Aldred outside. The grey of the sky matched the trusteesâ mood; even Roy was subdued and from his grimace Harry guessed that his damaged leg must be hurting. They were waiting to say a few words of comfort to Frances when she emerged from the church and filling their time with the inevitable topic of conversation.
âOf course itâs a tragic loss,â Matthew was saying. He was wearing a three-piece suit and had his thumbs in the pockets of his waistcoat. âI have to say that, with hindsight, one or two things do become clear.â
âWhat do you mean?â Tim asked.
âWell, he was a born worrier. The way he used to fuss over the vetting of grant applications. Attention to detail is all very well, but it can get out of hand.â
Roy stretched his arms and Harry noticed a gold watch glinting from his wrist. âLetâs face it. The Dinosaur was always a bit of an old woman.â
Tim said angrily, âYouâd never have dared say that whilst he was alive.â
âI freely admit it. He liked to have his own way. He always had to be right. But I suppose even he had his Achillesâ heel, or we wouldnât be here today.â
âSo you believe he killed himself?â Harry asked.
âDonât you? The idea of an accident is just too far-fetched.â
âI agree,â Matthew said. âThe coroner wanted to spare peopleâs feelings, thatâs all very commendable. But between ourselves, itâs obvious, isnât it? Luke did away with himself.â
âI couldnât take it in when I first heard,â Tim said. âLuke, of all people. Heâs the last person I would have expected to...â
âIâve heard that said a good many times today,â a new voice said. It belonged to Ashley Whitaker. He was accompanied by his wife, a pale blonde with downcast eyes.
âI heard that Luke tried to telephone you on - the last night,â Tim said after condolences had been expressed.
Ashley blinked at the pebbles on the path, still glistening after overnight rain. âYes. I keep wondering what he wanted to say.â
Frances Silverwood joined them as he spoke. Under her overcoat, her shoulders were stooped and Harry sensed she had been struggling to hold back tears.
âI hope youâre not torturing yourself, Ashley,â she said quietly. âIt must be tempting to take some of the responsibility on yourself, to imagine that if only youâd taken the call, things might have been different.â
âYouâve read his mind,â Melissa Whitaker murmured. A slender woman with high cheekbones, she had the sort of blue eyes that people wrote poems about. Harry knew that Ashley idolised her and he could understand why. Yet she was so quiet that it was surprisingly easy to overlook her. If Harry hadnât been watching her closely, he wouldnât have noticed her give her husbandâs hand a comforting squeeze as she spoke.
âItâs human nature,â Frances said. âYou were always close to him, Ashley. Itâs significant that after he dialled your number and couldnât get through, he didnât try to call any of the rest of us.â She paused and Harry guessed that in her mind she was adding the words: not even me . âBut Iâm sure there was nothing you could have
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