comes out of my pumps.â
âTell me about it,â Woodend suggested.
The landlord needed no further urging. âWell, when I was younger â anâ didnât know any better â I tried to get off with a girl from Hallerton myself,â he said. âA lovely lass, she was, by the name of Bessie Potts.â He sighed, and a faraway look came into his eyes. âBut it never came to anythinâ.â
âWhy was that?â Woodend asked. âDidnât she fancy you back?â
âOh, she fancied me, all right.â The landlord paused and patted his stomach. âI wasnât born with this, you know. When I was young, I had a belly as flat as a washboard, anâ an arse so tight you could have cracked walnuts in it. So as you can imagine, I never had any difficulty pullinâ women.â
âExcept for this Bessie Potts,â Woodend prompted.
âLike I said, she wasnât the problem. Sheâd have gone for a ramble on the moors with me at the drop of a hat. But she never had the chance, did she? I went to pick her up for what I suppose these days you might call âour first dateâ â anâ she wasnât there.â
âBut someone else was?â Woodend guessed.
âYouâre so smart you should be a detective,â the landlord said, laughing heartily at his own joke. âYes, youâre right, somebody else was there â half a dozen somebody elses, as a matter of fact.â
âLocal lads?â
âThatâs what youâd have thought, isnât it? But it wasnât
lads
at all. These fellers were all old enough to have been my dad.â He chuckled again. âNasty enough to have been that dad of mine, anâ all.â
âDid they hurt you?â
âNo, though I suppose it would have made a better story if they hadâve given me a beltinâ.â
âSo what
did
they do?â
âThey made it as plain as the nose on your face that if I didnât take their first âfriendlyâ warninâ, there wouldnât be another one. Anâ weâre not talkinâ about a few bruises, you know. They as good as said that if I showed my face in the village again, theyâd make sure Iâd lose the use of my legs. Anâ I believed them at the time â so Iâve never been there from that day to this.â
âProbably wise,â Woodend said.
The landlord shrugged. âAye. Probably.â He glanced up at the clock. âSupper should be ready in about half an hour. I know for a fact that the missus is makinâ a Lancashire hotpot â but she can soon do you somethinâ else if you think that wonât suit you.â
âDo
you
think itâll suit me?â Woodend asked.
âWell, though I say so as shouldnât, itâs the best hotpot Iâve ever tasted. Anâ it always wins first prize at the village fête.â
âThen Iâd be a fool to turn down the opportunity to try it for myself,â Woodend said.
He had picked up his bag and was heading for the stairs when the landlordâs cough made him turn round again.
âWas there somethinâ else?â he said.
âNot really,â the landlord said wistfully. âI was just thinkinâ.â
âAbout what?â
âThere were lots of other pretty girls around at the time I was after Bessie. Some were
almost
as pretty as she was, anâ I married one of them.â
Woodend smiled. âBut?â
âBut I still canât help wonderinâ if my life would have been any different if Iâd ignored that âfriendlyâ warninâ.â
Sixteen
I t was nice to be back in the normal world, Woodend thought. Nice to be sitting in a bar with Monika Paniatowski by his side, a pint glass in his hand and his stomach well-lined with the landladyâs justly famous Lancashire hotpot.
It was only a temporary release, of course.
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