The Europa prize. Yes, I do. Were not interested in that. All Im trying to do is put together a few bits and pieces about these two murders in Rome. When I do that, then I can go home.
Is there anything I can do?
Flavia smiled sweetly. I was hoping youd say that.
I know. Thats why I said it. I mean, this is really our patch. I think it would be much the easiest course if you just told me what you need. There is no real point in staying here, doing stuff that we can almost certainly do in half the time. I could send you the results straight to Rome.
Thats an idea. A tempting one, she said. Well, then. There was a phone call. To Ellman and probably from Paris. It seems to have been what sent him him off to Rome. Is there any way you could find out where it came from?
Janet looked alarmed at the idea. Im really not very good at this sort of thing. Can it be done? Ive not a clue. Ill have to ask.
I can give you the number dialled, and the approximate time it was made.
That would be a help.
So she dictated and he jotted down, ending by promising to see what he could do.
Anything else?
Yes. The front-runner for the burglar of Rouxels château is a man called Besson.
Janet looked mildly put out at the mention of the name. More than likely, he said glumly.
You know him?
Oh, yes. Monsieur Besson and I go back a long way. Ive been trying to lock him up for years. Never succeeded, though. Come close, once or twice, but never pinned him down. Whats he been up to, exactly?
Flavia explained.
There you are, Janet said with satisfaction. Lots of suspicion and likelihood, but will we ever get any proof? No. You can bet your life that on the evening Rouxels place was burgled, Besson was surrounded by admirers at a party a hundred kilometres away with at least a dozen people ready to swear blind he never left the room, not even to go to the toilet. All lying through their teeth of course, but well never shake them. Even if we did get your Delorme to say in court that Besson gave him the picture, Besson will claim he bought it at some country auction in outer Poland. How did he know where the picture was?
Flavia explained again about the exhibition and Bessons suddenly leaving the organizing team.
Ah, yes. I remember that. That was me. I heard he was attached to the thing, so gave them a little warning that he was not the sort of person to be left in a room unguarded. Once I gave the organizer a good look at his file he took the point. Petty stuff, I know, but harassing is all we can do.
Thats another thing. I was told hed already been arrested. And his arrest seems to have prompted our suspect with the scar into action.
Here Janet shook his head. Not by us, alas.
Are you certain?
He looked mildly irritated. Of course. We manage to arrest people so rarely I always hear about it. Certainly had it been Besson. Now, anything else?
This man with a scar.
Janet shook his head once more. Not a clue. If you want to spend an afternoon going through the mug shots...?
No. Whoever he is, he doesnt sound like a regular art thief.
Possibly not. You reckon hes the killer?
The best candidate. The trouble is, he seems too smart by half.
Why?
He knows so much. He knew Argyll would be at the railway station. In Rome he knew where Muller lived, where Ellman was to be found, and where Argyll was. He made an appointment with Argyll, we were waiting and he didnt show up. It mystifies me how he knows all this.
There I have no advice to offer. Anything else?
Hartung. Jules Hartung.
Thats going back a long way.
I know. But he was Mullers father.
Not much I can say. I mean, Ive vaguely heard of him. War crimes, right?
That sort of thing.
I was much too young. Besides, I come from the east; I didnt come to Paris until the late fifties. We didnt pay much attention to that sort of thing. So theres not much I can say.
He was Jewish. Is there some sort of deportation documentation centre? The sort of place that might hold records? Just an idea.
Theres one in the Marais. It has mounds of manuscripts and all that on the war period. I could ring for you, if you wanted to go down. Give you an introduction. It might save you some time. Or I could send someone down myself. As I say, it would be quicker if you went back home.
But she asked him to phone for her anyway. She might have time to look in before she left. Quite possibly futile, but you never knew. She asked him to go ahead, and then left, promising to ring back in the evening to see what hed come up with. Strange that he was so keen for her to go back to Rome, she thought as she went back into the street.
But she asked him to phone for her anyway. She might have time to look in before she left. Quite possibly futile, but you never knew. She asked him to go ahead, and then left, promising to ring back in the evening to see what hed come up with. Strange that he was so keen for her to go back to Rome, she thought as she went back into the street.
12
And what did you do this afternoon? he asked when he had found Flavia again. It had been one of those afternoons. He got back, she wasnt there. He left a note saying hed got nowhere with Besson, and went out. She came in. She went out again. They finally met at well past seven, and Argyll gave full and complete details of his inability to extract any useful information. What had she accomplished?
I saw Janet, she said, and then I went shopping. She was in an extraordinarily good mood, considering.
You what?
I went shopping. Ive been wearing the same clothes for months. And had my hair done. Just as well, too, considering what little progress you made. Just a second.
Just a fifteen minutes doesnt sound quite as good, and that was the time she spent in the bathroom. Even Argyll, however, no great connoisseur of these matters, was impressed by the transformation.
Good heavens.
Is that the best you can do? she asked, twirling herself around and admiring the result in the mirror.
You look very handsome.
I do not look very handsome, young man. I look gorgeous. Absolutely devastating. It was a sale. I couldnt resist.
She admired herself some more. Years since I had a short, black and slinky. I shouldnt have denied the world the pleasure. What about the shoes?
Very nice.
I think you need a bit of practice at this sort of thing, she said sternly, still admiring herself. I know I dont get dressed up too often, but when I do it would be nice to have a slightly more enthusiastic response. Next time, try wonderful. Or fantastic. Something like that.
All right. Whats your shopping got to do with my not making any progress with Besson?
Because I shall have to do it myself. I want to talk to him. Was he, or was he not, arrested? Im going out for the evening.
Without me?
Of course without you. I dont want you to strain your leg.
Argyll looked a little peeved. Is it so important, really? he asked.
Maybe not, but weve lost another lead. That is, no calls were made from Paris to Ellmans number. I just talked to Janet. Hes going to ask the Swiss nicely to see what they can do from their end. But Besson is fast becoming one of the few areas left to explore.
I hope youre going to be careful. You dont want me to hang around discreetly in the background?
No. You cant be discreet, and if Besson so much as catches a whiff of you, itll be ruined. Dont worry. Ill be fine. Must get more of these things, she said reflectively, as she put on her coat and checked to make sure she still looked as beautiful.
And she walked out the door, leaving Argyll feeling a trifle abandoned and more than a little concerned.
By the time she came back, the ebullient mood had dissipated. She walked in the door of the hotel room, clicked on the light, and collapsed in the easy chair by the window.
Argyll had, within ten minutes if he judged it right, just fallen asleep after a long, anxious but otherwise extremely dull evening, and was not amused. He looked at his watch.
God almighty. Its one in the morning.
I know. Her hair was dishevelled, the dress awry, and her feet dirty. She looked tired, but very stimulated.
What on earth happened? You look as though youve been dragged through a hedge.
Quite close. And my own fault as well. Dammit.
He sat up, shook himself awake, and looked at her more closely. You do look a mess. Ill run you a bath.
She nodded, and he trotted next door to oblige while she searched the little fridge in the corner for something restoring.
Ive been on mineral water all evening, she complained. I thought Id better keep my wits about me.
When the bath was run, she dropped in with a loud sigh of relief, while Argyll perched on the toilet and pressed for an account of the evenings entertainment.
To begin with, she began, it went like a dream, if an extended one. Shed gone to Bessons street, checked he was at home, and waited. Hed emerged at nine and gone, alone, to a restaurant near by. She hadnt anticipated such a golden opportunity arising quite so soon, but who was she to throw it away? So shed gone in, made sure Besson was eating on his own, and bribed the waiter to give her an adjoining table.
Shed given him a long sultry look from over the top of her aperitif and, within ten minutes, bingo. She was sitting at his table and the evening was off to a roaring start.
Not only did he pay for the meal, she said parenthetically, but he was quite delightful company. Ive never had so many compliments thrust upon me in such a short space of time in my life.
Argyll grunted non-committally.
You should try it some time, she said. It works wonders.
Another grunt. I have been, he pointed out. The only response I get is warning about spilling my soup.
And, she went on, if I may say so, I gave pretty good value for money as well. I laughed. I simpered. He told his little stories about the art world, and I smiled, looked grave and appalled in all the right places, and occasionally rested my hand appreciatively on his arm at particularly well-delivered anecdotes. I told him how wonderful it must be to have beautiful objects in his arms all the time, and gave him a lustful look. Such fun.
Argyll was beginning to feel uncomfortable, so he crossed his arms and listened.
I really laid it on with a trowel. I was fascinated by his stories and, in short, behaved like a complete moron. And he fell for it. Hook, line and sinker. Really. Its amazing how gullible men can be. At least you would never be that easily taken in.