Thank you, said Landor. this is not a formal meeting so there will be no minutes either read, or taken. But as far as possible I suggest we stick to our usual modes of procedure. Most of you will know, by sight at least, Superintendent Dalziel. He has kindly agreed to come along today to put us in the picture, as it were. Everyone here will be aware of the double set of tragic circumstances which have necessitated his presence in the college. However, it is often difficult to separate truth from rumour and the better informed we are, the better informed the student body will be. Superintendent Dalziel.
Dalziel stood up heavily and viewed his audience. Up until this moment he had had no real idea of what he was going to say. Now, faced by this polite blank of faces, he reacted to their common denominator (bloody clever bastards, all of , he thought mockingly) by selecting a role Pascoe would have recognized with an inward groan. The blunt, unsubtle policeman.
Ill be brief, he said. things first. The remains found in the college garden on Wednesday have been identified as those of Miss. Girling, the former principal of this college. We are treating it as a case of murder. He paused. One or two shifted slightly in their chairs. Miss. Disneys face was a mask of stoically-borne grief.
Yesterday, Thursday, the naked body of a student, Anita Sewell, was found in the dunes by the golf course. She had died of asphyxiation as a result of having her face forced down into the sand some time late on Wednesday night or early Thursday morning. She had not been sexually assaulted. This too we are treating as murder. He paused again. Now there was a general shifting of position. Several cigarettes were lit. Halfdane leaned over to Henry Saltecombe and said something. The older man nodded vigorously. A man recognized from Pascoes description as George Dunbar was smiling faintly with the complacent look of one to whom this was all very old stuff. He couldnt spot Fallowfield at all, but the pretty woman sitting between Marion Cargo and Halfdane (triumphantly?) was possibly Pascoes old mate.
Miss. Disney opened her mouth to speak. He let the first syllable get out, then continued, overriding her without a glance in her direction.
Ive told you nothing you wont read in the newspapers. Probably have read already. But its often useful to have it from the horses mouth, so to speak.
A slight ripple of laughter.
Youre the people who ought to know. Youre the ones who can reassure the students here.
You havent really given us much to reassure them with, Superintendent. It was Halfdane. dont you propose to talk to them direct? After all, theyre just as important as we in this institution.
Perhaps more so.
A couple of mutters of agreement. More indignant snorts.
I cant talk to them all at once. Not without turning it into a rally.
In any case, youre the ones who are paid to talk to these youngsters.
Youre their teachers.
Halfdane started up again indignantly, but Dunbar beat him to it.
Tell me, when did you find out it was Miss. Girling in the garden? This was confirmed on Wednesday evening, said Dalziel. ?
I just wondered how half the college seemed to have this information on Wednesday afternoon?
Dalziel nodded for the want of anything else to do.
You mean, staff?
I mean students.
There was a confirmatory murmur from half a dozen places in the room.
You surprise me, said Dalziel. Miss. Girling died nearly six years ago, I should have thought it unlikely that any student could have known anything about it.
The implications of the stress were caught immediately, but Dalziel was not impressed by this display of sharpness of wit. Anyone with half a mind must have realized days earlier that hed be interested in the old-established members of staff.
Landor obviously decided he must take back control of the meeting.
Thank you, Superintendent. I know we will all assist you in every way we can. What is important I think is that we carry on as normal, and I know that you will be eager to assist us in this. Of course, said Dalziel, still standing. our work comes first.
Lets be clear about that. Disruption of your work is unfortunate.
Disruption of mine amounts to obstruction of the law.
Again the raised eyebrows bit, the exchange of glances, the pursing of lips. Henry Saltecombe stood up waving his pipe apologetically, scattering warm embers over his neighbours.
One question, he said. you think these two dreadful businesses are connected in any way? Or is it merely some terrible coincidence? Pascoe had asked this. Dalziel wondered how he was getting on at the airport. Even if he got nowhere, hed get there thoroughly. He would probably have made a damn sight better job of this side of the business as well. He might have some understanding of these people. Dalziel tried not to despise them because that could easily lead to underestimation of ability (criminal, of course), and misinterpretation of motive. But six months holiday a year and a working life centred on reading books I The scientists he could go along with to some extent, but surely someone, some day, was going to sort out the rest!
As a policeman, I distrust coincidence, he replied.
And I, as a historian, said Saltecombe. Those about him smiled. He must have made a funny, thought Dalziel.
The woman who might be Pascoes friend now rose with a suddenness that suggested she had been hurled by a spring through a stage trapdoor.
What Id like to know is how were expected to maintain hard fought-for personal relationships with our students in an allegedly democratic institution when we permit the civil authorities to so blatantly take control of our decision-making. I would remind the principal that his loyalties ought to be to the college and its members, she rattled out at a great rate, then sat down as abruptly as she had risen.
Miss. Disney swelled visibly, as though someone was pumping air into her body through some inimaginable orifice, but she took too long about it and it was Miss. Scotby who stood up, arrow-straight, and spoke first.
I would suggest that Miss. Soper thinks less about personal relationships and more about pastoral responsibilities.
The sat down. Dalziel did not have the faintest idea whether this was a match-winning riposte or not. There was a small outbreak of probably ironic applause from the back of the room. Ellie Soper rolled her eyes upwards in mock despair.
Landor rose.
Yes, I agree there are one or two purely internal and academic matters we ought to discuss, but I see no reason to keep Superintendent Dalziel from his very important duties.
He wants me out, thought Dalziel. Before they get too rude. Perhaps he thinks Im sensitive!
The thought pleased him and he smiled benevolently at the staff who were obviously sitting in tense expectation of the hand-to-hand fighting which seemed likely to follow his departure.
Its been a pleasure, Mr. Landor, he said. , I can find my own way back. Good day to you all. Ladies. Gentlemen.
It might be interesting to hear what they say, he thought as he closed the door behind him. But itd only have curiosity value. He rarely questioned his own powers of perception, but he now admitted hed probably have difficulty in taking in whatever the hell it was they were going on about. They seemed to treat words as things of power, not as tools. They could get stuffed. He had work to do.
A girl started walking by his side as he descended the stairs. He glanced sideways at her. Long hair, sallow skin, hive-shaped breasts inadequately supported under a darned grey sweater.
I want a word with you, she said casually.
Lords of the bloody earth, he thought. First that lot back there. Now this.
Why? he said, not slackening his pace. They passed through the main door of the building out into the sunlight. She made a concession to it by thrusting the sleeves of her sweater up over her elbows, producing as a side effect a gentle breast-bobbing, which caught his eye.
I was a friend of Anitas.
She didnt look as if she were about to cry on his shoulder, so he continued the hard line.
So what?
So either bloody well listen or not.
He stopped and faced her.
Havent you got a bra on? he asked.
No. Does it disturb you?
Whats your name?
Sandra. Sandra Firth. Oh, he said, disappointed. right. I can give you five minutes.
They set off walking once more.
Thanks, she said. you wear a corset?
Please, he groaned as he led the way into Landors study. one thing. My interpreters away at the moment. So just keep it simple, eh?
All right, she said. you sitting comfortably? Then Ill begin.
Hello? Hello! said Pascoe. . Ja. Ich bin Pascoe. Pascoe! Hello!
Was ist oh, for Christs sake!
He resisted the temptation to slam the down only because he knew that the small beach-head he had achieved would then have to be laboriously reestablished.
Hello? said a female voice, loud and clear.
Yes? Ja. Ja. Pascoe hier.
This is the operator, Sergeant Pascoe, said the voice in icy tones.
Your call to Innsbruck will be through in one moment. Please wait. Thanks, he said. ! Hier ist Pascoe!
He was beginning to have doubts about the wisdom of his actions in all kinds of ways.
The previous day he had with Dalziels authority telegraphed a request for assistance to the Innsbruck police. It had seemed a good idea at the time to suggest the information required be transmitted through a direct telephone link twenty-four hours later.
Now he recalled uneasily how keen Dalziel was on economy in matters of public money. Other peoples economies, of course; Dalziel himself was very ready to spend any money thus saved.
In addition, Pascoe was having doubts about the adequacy of his German.
It had been some years since he had used it and he was beginning to fear the old fluency had gone.
The next couple of minutes seemed to prove him right. The he had surrounded himself with were more of a nuisance than a help. The carefully looked-up words for list, officer, passport control, even , seemed to present considerable difficulty to the man at the other end.
Wiedersagen bitte, said Pascoe for the fifth or sixth time. . Ein Moment.
He began ruffling through the pages of his English-German dictionary once more, unable to discover anything vaguely resembling the word he had just heard.