Im not certain. Austria, I believe. Thats where she died. It was all several months before I first came to the place, of course.
Of course. Were you here when the memorial was erected, Mr. Landor?
The question was dropped very casually. Landor answered it just as casually.
No. No, I wasnt. I didnt take up the post till the beginning of the following academic year, September that is. And now I come to think of it, Im sure the statue was up when I came for an interview here the previous March. Good, good, said Dalziel, suddenly expansive. good.
He came to a halt before an oil painting of a large amiable woman with warm blue eyes and bright red hair.
Why, its Miss. Girling, he said, peering closely at the frame. s well remembered, isnt she?
Yes, said Landor drily. is.
There was a perfunctory knock at the door and a large well-rounded woman burst in. She had a formidable chest development, but it looked quite solid with no hint of a central cleavage, and seemed the natural descendant of a series of fleshy outcrops which began with her lower lip and progressed downward and outward through three chins.
She looked indignant, but this meant nothing, Pascoe decided. Her features didnt seem equipped to deal satisfactorily with any other expression.
It turned out, however, that she was indignant.
Good morning, Miss. Disney, began Landor. m rather busy Principal! she interrupted, really cannot tolerate this. I am scheduled this afternoon to conduct an extremely important seminar on Isaiah. But theres no one there. No one!
She paused triumphantly.
Landor eyed her warily.
Where are they, you ask? Ill tell you. Ill show you. They are there.
A dramatic arm was stretched out towards the window and the garden beyond.
Look at them! That boy Roote, he should have been reading a paper at my class. He has degenerated visibly since becoming President of the Union.
I knew it was the beginning of the end when we admitted men in the first place. We never had this kind of trouble in Miss. Girlings day!
Once again Landor showed his quality.
Im glad you called, Miss. Disney, he said blandly. were just talking about you, the superintendent and I. I know he wants to ask you a few questions. Please use my study for any interviews you care to make, Superintendent. Ill be with the Registrar if needed.
He was out of the room before anyone could reply. Miss. Disney seemed ready to pursue him through the door, with or without opening it, but Dalziel stepped forward smartly.
Please sit down, Miss. Disney. You have had a trying day. These things hit some of us more than others, I know. Its a question of sensitivity.
Oh Christ, scribbled Pascoe in his neat shorthand. Extreme Unction. Oily Dalziel oozing over stormy Disney.
Neatly he scratched it out and waited.
Miss. Disney glared at Dalziel, decided here was a soul mate, and made her way round to Landers chair behind the large desk, which seemed to swell visibly as though to take on the proportions of its new incumbent.
Well?
Mr. Landor told us how distressed you were this morning.
Miss. Disney was obviously reluctant to agree with any diagnosis from the principal, but Dalziel pressed on.
I believe you were against the despoiling of the garden?
It was a good word. Disney nodded emphatically, her chins and jowls tossing in sprightly dance.
Indeed I was. I am! For many reasons. It has always been a place of comfort and repose for those of us not utterly unresponsive to natural beauty. It is almost the only remaining link with the college as it was before all this. And if this were not enough, it is in its own way, which is a very real way, a shrine to the memory of dear Miss. Girling.
She sniffed and took an absurdly small lace handkerchief from her capacious sleeve. Pascoe would have been less surprised to see her pull out the flags of the nations of Europe all strung together.
Dalziel clucked sympathetically.
Forgive me for asking, he said in a low, vibrantly sincere voice television interviewers use when questioning the tragically bereaved, but why did you say that it was Miss. Girling when the er decedents remains came into view? It was silly, I know, said Miss. Disney almost girlishly. dear Alison was so much in my mind, as you might imagine. And when I saw the bones and the hair
She broke off and looked up at the portrait on the wall.
She had such lovely red hair, you know. You cant imagine how it used to be here in the old days. Just a handful of staff and a hundred or so girls. We knew them all by name. Als gals, we used to call them. Such nice, decent girls too. Whereas now I
So it was the hair? prompted Dalziel.
Yes, Superintendent. It was as if Alison had risen from her distant grave to reproach me for permitting all this to happen.
So you passed out? Dalziels tone was suddenly casually conversational again.
I fainted, said Miss. Disney, moving just as rapidly from the submissive female to her previous role. must say, Inspector, that I cannot really see how this line of enquiry is relevant. Its not the uncovering but the burying of these bones which is surely of interest.
And that must have happened at least six years ago. Now I must go and teach the remnants of my class. She stalked to the door, but paused there a moment as if reluctant to exit on an altogether damnatory note.
And that must have happened at least six years ago. Now I must go and teach the remnants of my class. She stalked to the door, but paused there a moment as if reluctant to exit on an altogether damnatory note.
Ill tell you one thing, Superintendent, she said, reinstating him in his proper rank. bones are not all that is buried here. This is no longer a happy place. There is godlessness at work in this college, on all levels. Good day to you.
Pascoe managed to get the door open before she walked through it. He closed it gently behind her.
Dalziel had seated himself at the principals desk and was dialling a number on the internal phone.
Hello, love, he said. chance of some tea for a thirsty policeman?
In the principals study. Oh, he has, has he? Thats nice. For two?
Thats right, tea for two.
He put the phone down.
Theyre making us welcome, he said. now, Sergeant, this is more your kind of scene, as they say. Im out of my depth here in all this academic intellectual stuff. So what do you make of it?
Pascoe did not believe a word of this modest disclaimer, but he knew better than to say so. He had a degree in Social Sciences, a qualification Dalziel frequently treated with mock-deference. But when he asked you a question, he listened to what was said, despite all appearances to the contrary.
Its not an unusual kind of situation here, he said. educational expansion programme of the sixties took places like this used to be by the neck and shook them up a bit. Government started thinking industrially about education, that is in terms of plant efficiency, productivity, quotas, etc. Small colleges such as this was could become four or five times larger in as many years.
Could? You mean there was a choice? Dalziel sounded faintly incredulous.
To some extent. You cant be too autocratic with an educational system based on liberal principles. Really what it boiled down to was the willingness of those in charge to cooperate. If you dug your heels in, progress was slow. If you went out after money and expansion, it could be relatively rapid. Landors obviously an expansionist.
And her? Dalziel nodded at the portrait.
It sounds as if she was the other kind. A digger-in of heels.
Dalziel suddenly seemed to lose interest.
What do you think Disney meant by godlessness? Are they groping each other during her lectures, or something? I dont know, said Pascoe thoughtfully. just that. Your modern students have come a long way from
Als gals I should imagine.
But I can probably find out. Ive been looking at the staff-list.
Theres someone here I was at university with. Shes a lecturer in the Social Sciences department.
He kept his tone casual but Dalziel, as always, was on to him in a flash.
She?
Yes. She. It was a mixed university.
She, said Dalziel again, nodding as if some dreadful fear about his sergeant had been confirmed. close friend?
Close enough. Whats next on the agenda, sir?
Still close?
Hardly. Its several years now, and
What?
Didnt you know, sir? I became a policeman.
Dalziel let the sarcasm pass unreproved, though not unrecorded. But at least he left the subject.
Right, he said. check them all. I want to find out who was here five years ago.
Ive made some enquiries already, said Pascoe. few.
Fine. Similarly with clerical and domestic staff. Next, a list of everyone who was here five years ago and has since moved on. Excuse me, sir, said Pascoe deferentially. we really make the assumption that five years is the significant period?
What do you mean?
Can we be certain that this body was put into the hole which had been dug for the statue in the short period between its being dug and the base being dropped into it? Couldnt the body have been in the ground already when the hole was dug? Or isnt it even possible that it was buried there later, a hole dug down the side of the base, a groove scraped in the earth underneath the base, and the body pushed into this?
Dalziel groaned dramatically.
Its all possible, lad, he said. s possible this was a lost pot-holer trying to dig his way to the surface. But its unlikely. I just think its unlikely, but then Im a simple soul, not over-gifted intellectually. But youre different. And when youve done all the other things youre going to do, just get yourself out there and find me half a dozen good reasons why we can discount your possibilities. Right?
Yes, sir, said Pascoe.
Good. Next, I want a list of all persons reported missing in the area between, lets see, when was that blasted statue put up, January lets say, all right, between the previous October and the following April.
Better make it the whole year, from July to July. And make sure I get the lab-report on the bones as soon as its ready. I dont want any ambitious young officer working at his career prospects through it for a couple of hours first.