The following morning they would return to dark, brooding Hallerton, and attempt to solve a murder that no one there seemed particularly keen to
have
solved. In fact, he couldnât even put aside thoughts of the village for even that long, because there was a phone call he needed to make.
He took a swig of his pint and stubbed out his Capstan in the already-overflowing ashtray.
âIâd better go anâ call Bob on the off chance heâs come up with somethinâ useful,â he said.
âYes, thatâs probably a good idea,â Monika Paniatowski said, her voice giving away nothing of the turmoil that was raging inside her.
Woodend stood up. âShouldnât be long,â he said. âBut if you start feelinâ bored, you can always order another round.â
He was at the point of turning towards the door when his sergeant said, âCould you ask Bob ... could you ask Inspector Rutter ...â
âYes?â
âI ... I miss my little car. Could you ask Inspector Rutter if it would be possible for one his lads to drive it up here in the morning?â
âAye, Iâll do that,â Woodend said, wondered what it was sheâd really been going to ask him to ask Rutter. âIâll tell you somethinâ, Monika â Iâve known mother hens that lavished less attention on their chicks that you devote to that car of yours,â he continued, in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.
Paniatowski smiled weakly. âYou know how it is with the things that are important to you,â she said.
Yes, Woodend thought. Yes, I believe I do.
Bob Rutter had lost track of time â he always did when he immersed himself in reports â so it was not until the insistently ringing phone reminded him there was a world beyond that of cardboard folders that he even realized it had gone dark outside.
He picked up the phone. âDI Rutter.â
âSee if you can find out why thereâs no war memorial in Hallerton,â said a familiar voice on the other end of the line.
Rutter was not quite sure that he had heard correctly. âA war memorial?â he repeated.
âThere should be one, anâ there isnât. Iâd like to know why. It might not have any relevance to the case, but at least itâll put me one up on that smug bastard of a vicar.â
âAre you feeling all right, sir?â Rutter asked worriedly.
âNo, Iâm not. Nobody who knows he has to go back to Hallerton in the morninâ could be feelinâ all right. Itâs not somethinâ that Iâd wish on my worst enemy.â Woodend paused. âSo have you come up with anythinâ that might help me solve the case in a hurry, anâ give me the excuse to leave the bloody place behind me?â
âIâm not sure,â Rutter admitted. âAside from murder, there doesnât seem to be much crime in Hallerton.â
âWell, thatâs a comfort,â Woodend said sourly.
âIâm been comparing the crime sheets from Hallerton with those of the other villages round it,â Rutter continued. âThe rest of the villages record a marked increase in petty theft and burglary since the war. Nothing really significant, you understand â bicycles taken, a few pounds stolen â but in Hallerton there isnât even that. I donât know why that should be. Perhaps the local constable keeps a tighter grip on things than the constables in the other villages do.â
âOr
somebody
keeps a tighter grip,â Woodend said.
âI beg your pardon, sir.â
âNothinâ. Just thinkinâ aloud. Have you got anythinâ else for me?â
âThereâve been four suicides the last fifty years, two of them in the last ten. Isnât that rather high for a small place like Hallerton?â
âI havenât got the statistics, but it
is
quite common for small farmers to take their shotguns anâ
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