An Advancement of Learning - Reginald Hill 29 стр.

Why? Whats up?

Nothing. Thats the trouble. Theyve been organizing protests and boycotts on a small scale all year, but the big issue was going to break loose if she wasnt reinstated. And all hell was breaking loose because Fallowfield refused to acknowledge the right of student governors to be present when he was giving evidence. But now Anitas dead, theyve lost their cause. No doubt theyll find another. If we dont hurry, Ill lose my cause, said Pascoe.

Softly, softly. Theres a long night ahead, said Ellie drawing his head down again.

The big black buttons, he was pleased to find, were functional as well as decorative.

Order, order, murmured Franny. the meeting come to order?

He tapped his gavel gently twice on the table across which he surveyed the assembled members of his Union. There had been a good turn-out, considering the fact that this was a very warm Saturday evening in June, and it would not be necessary for Stuart to use any of the complicated manoeuvres he had devised for overcoming the lack of a quorum.

Cockshut was at present on his feet refusing to give way to a thin, spectacled, crew-cutted youth who was attempting to turn a point of information into a speech. The secretary stood impassive, calculating the feeling of the meeting and watching Franny carefully. He observed the chairmans enjoyment of the situation, his sense of self-parody as he requested order in a voice which even Stuart, who as secretary was positioned at one end of the official table, could hardly hear.

A clown, thought Stuart. A self-centred, amoral, socially non-productive clown. He had known him for three years now and was still unsure how seriously the man took his own claims. He himself had never concealed his own scepticism for all the mumbo-jumbo of seances and magic ritual which Franny delighted in. And his philosophy, if it merited so respectable a title, was a lot of meaningless, anti-social crap. But the man had something; power, charisma, call it what you will. Such men had to be used, though never trusted. It had been wiser to join him rather than oppose him, Stuart reassured himself; politically wiser he meant, of course, uneasily aware at the back of his mind of the whole range of sensual delights the union had procured for him. Nor, he had to admit, had the political education of the college proceeded at quite the speed he had hoped for. The place was still fragmented, divided.

He was in his final year now. There was a career in protest these days for the dedicated true-believer, which was what he was. They thought highly of him at the International Action Group HQ. But despite all his efforts, little of note in the world of student politics had taken place here. Poor Anita had seemed the best bet, though it had been Franny who masterminded that. In fact in his more pessimistic moments, Stuart sometimes felt that his pretence of lieutenantship was becoming a little too real.

He was in his final year now. There was a career in protest these days for the dedicated true-believer, which was what he was. They thought highly of him at the International Action Group HQ. But despite all his efforts, little of note in the world of student politics had taken place here. Poor Anita had seemed the best bet, though it had been Franny who masterminded that. In fact in his more pessimistic moments, Stuart sometimes felt that his pretence of lieutenantship was becoming a little too real.

But tonight, if he moved with care, they might get some concerted action at last.

The interrupter sat down and Stuart resumed his speech.

I think we have been patient long enough; there comes an end to patience. We have delayed action long enough; there comes a time for action. Anita Sewells death was a terrible thing; but it should not be allowed to obscure the authoritarian, anachronistic and cavalier fashion in which she was treated before her death. And since her death, arising out of it in fact, we have had other instances of the relatively insignificant and subordinate role we are expected to play in this college. At the principals request, the staff are kept fully informed of the developments of this unpleasant business. But what of us? Its one of us who is murdered, it is the rest of us who may still be in danger. What danger? you ask. How can I tell you when no one will tell us anything? No; the only approaches made to any of the student body by the police have been high-handed, arrogant, and worse still, they have often revealed a depth of background knowledge about individuals which can only have come from their getting access to so-called confidential files of a type we have been assured does not exist!

There was very satisfying uproar at this point. Franny and Stuart permitted themselves a brief shared smile, and rumours of the noise were once again borne on the still air to Pascoes room, but neither of the inmates was in the least disturbed.

Chapter 14

Dalziel was used to being dragged from the black depths of sleep by untimely summonses. But it didnt make him any sweeter when it happened.

Usually it was the telephone. This time it was a sharp double knock at his door. He glanced at his watch as he rolled out from under the solitary sheet that was all the warm night required. It was twelve thirty-five.

Whos there? he snarled as he began to pull his trousers over his muscular, tortuously-veined legs. He was expecting to have to go out. He had spent many years training his subordinates and some superiors in this if nothing else. Nobody ever woke him up on business not urgent enough to take him out.

Simeon Landor. May I come in? Dalziel paused, surprised by the light, academically diffident tones where he had expected the official brusqueness of Pascoe or one of the others.

Wait, he said, slipping his braces over his bare shoulders. It took him a couple of minutes to find the key which had fallen from beneath his pillow down the back of the bed. He had slept behind locked doors ever since his wife left him. Perhaps before. Perhaps that had been one of the reasons. He had managed to forget everything except the pain and surprise. Nothing ever surprised him now without casting that shadow of pain, even when the surprise was pleasant.

Whats up? he asked as he opened the door. He felt uneasy. Landor wouldnt come running himself unless it was urgent. On the other hand Landor had never undergone the Dalziel training course. Perhaps he could have stayed in bed.

Landors first words confirmed his suspicions.

Sorry to disturb you, Superintendent, but I thought you ought to know, theres a student demonstration going on.

Dalziel groaned and started back towards the bed.

You know the rules. I thought people in your position got special training courses for this kind of thing now? If they move off the college campus, or if theres danger to persons or property and you wish to make a complaint, then wake up my sergeant and hell sort it out.

He sat on the edge of his bed and began looking for his pipe. Landor took an uneasy step into the room.

No, there is no damage. Not yet. But theyve got into the administration block and are staging a sit-in.

Same applies. Watch like hawks when they come out though. They usually steal anything loose, like typewriters, photo-copiers, that kind of thing. What are they after, anyway. Files? I fear so, said Landor. what I felt youd want to know is that theyve got into the room youre using, my old study. I fear that they are under the misapprehension that I

But Dalziel heard no more. He was too busy buttoning up his trousers and shirt, pausing only to grab the phone and dial Pascoes number.

A female voice answered after some delay.

Dalziel! bellowed the superintendent. Cassabloody-nova out of bed and down to my room, the old study I mean, right away!

Im sure they dont realize, Landor was still saying as he followed Dalziels ponderous rush down the stairs and out of the building.

They soon bloody will.

There were lights on everywhere, though there was not much noise. At least, not until he entered the Old House.

From behind the large oak door to the study there was noise enough.

Dalziel gently tried the handle. It was locked. He beckoned Pascoe who came in through the main door at that moment, still buttoning his shirt.

I want half a dozen men here in ten minutes, he said. them to come quietly. No sirens, no lights flashing. But I want them quick. Use the pay-phone outside the dining-hall. I suppose theyve got hold of the college switchboard?

Landor nodded.

Right. Now lets see what sweet reason can do.

He rapped sharply on the door. Someone inside rapped back and there was a roar of laughter. Encouraged, the humorist cried, in!

Dalziel stepped right up to the door and spoke loudly.

This is the police.

There was a confusion of noise within, some laughter, a hubbub of chatter, one or two instructions to go away and get sexually assaulted.

A cry of outrage near Dalziels right ear told him that Miss. Disney had arrived. Even non-verbally, her tone was quite distinctive.

This is the police, he said again. The reaction was not quite so noisy and he repeated the words yet again.

Now there was comparative silence within except when a voice, clearly Franny Rootes, said conversationally, think it might be the police.

Dalziel spoke again, very slowly, articulating each word with great care.

The room you are in is no longer part of the administration offices of this college. It is temporarily the police headquarters of a murder investigation. Any papers, files or other material in this room is not college property and interference with it will make you liable to very serious charges. This is a police matter, not a college matter. The college authorities will not be able to exercise discretion in the matter of prosecution. That will be up to me. And, by God, if theres any damage, Ill prosecute every last one of you!

Only in the last sentence did his voice deviate from an impersonal official monotone. Pascoe had reappeared. With him was a constable in uniform whom Dalziel recognized as the local man.