‘You won’t mind if I smoke,’ he said, stuttering over the last word. He felt in his trouser pocket and brought out a packet of cigarettes and a box of matches.
‘This has all been a terrible shock.’
‘Yes,’ Ramsay said. ‘ Of course. It must have been.’
‘When I saw the car, you see, I didn’t know she was dead. I thought she had called for a visit…’ His voice tailed off. He held the cigarette lightly between his fingertips as if to show them that he was not a regular smoker, as if it were almost medicinal.
‘Was it usual for Mrs Cassidy to visit you without prior arrangement?’ Ramsay asked.
‘Oh, Dorothea never made appointments to see me,’ he said. ‘She turned up out of the blue when she felt like it.’ He realised, too late, how bad-tempered that sounded and added: ‘It was always a pleasure to see her, of course. Always a great pleasure.’
‘What is your position at St Mary’s?’ Ramsay asked.
‘I’m church warden,’ the man said. ‘And secretary of the parochial church council.’
‘I’m sorry,’ Ramsay said, ‘I thought Major Walker was church warden.’
‘He is. There are two of us. It’s a lot of work, you know. More work than people realise. Major Walker lives out of the town and has a number of other commitments. They rely on me for day-to-day management.’
He spoke with resentment and Ramsay thought it must be a long-standing grievance. The Major, confident and articulate, would attract the attention and have the power, while Walter Tanner did all the work.
‘Yes,’ Ramsay said slowly, ‘ I see, Mr Tanner. What exactly was the nature of your relationship with Mrs Cassidy?’ He found it impossible to imagine that Dorothea would have chosen to come to this gloomy house to speak to this nondescript little man. Tanner looked up sharply and inhaled frantically on the cigarette.
‘Relationship?’ he said. ‘What do you mean?’
‘You say that Mrs Cassidy called to see you occasionally,’ Ramsay said. ‘Why did she do that?’
To make my life a misery, Tanner wanted to answer, but he paused and considered.
‘She was young and enthusiastic,’ he said. ‘She had a lot of new ideas. I think she wore Edward out with them and then she would come to me.’
‘Did she expect you to help her?’
‘No,’ Tanner said. ‘Not in any practical way. I think she just wanted my blessing.’
‘Did she get it?’
Tanner paused. He felt it impossible to explain to the policeman the ambiguity of his contact with Dorothea, his inability to stop her in full flow, his constant lack of courage and conviction in front of her.
‘No,’ he said at last, trying to sound firm. ‘I’m afraid I considered most of her schemes were unworkable and badly thought out. And she seemed to hold none of our traditions sacred.’
‘Was there antagonism between you about this?’ Ramsay asked. ‘Did she come here to make a fuss?’ He was still trying to discover what had drawn Dorothea to the man.
‘No,’ Tanner said. ‘Of course not. We talked. That’s all.’
Ramsay decided to approach the subject from a different angle.
‘It must have been rather a shock when Mr Cassidy suddenly announced that he was intending to marry.’
‘Yes,’ Tanner said. ‘When he came to Otterbridge he was a young widower. There were rumours later of course, linking his name to some of the unattached ladies in the parish, but nothing came of it. It was a great surprise when he turned up suddenly with Dorothea.’
‘What do you mean?’ Ramsay asked. ‘You must have known beforehand that he intended to marry.’
‘No. Nobody knew. He took his annual holiday in the summer and when he came back he was a married man. I understand they had only known each other for three months. He said that Dorothea wanted a quiet wedding, with just close family. No one from the parish was invited.’
‘I suppose his son must have known…’ Ramsay said.
‘Oh, the boy was there,’ Tanner said dismissively.
‘Why do you suppose the vicar acted in such a hurry?’
‘I don’t know. Perhaps he was afraid Dorothea would change her mind. Of course there was a great deal of speculation about the secrecy and the haste. The whole affair rather damaged his reputation.’
‘Yet you would say that generally he’s a popular man?’
‘Yes,’ Tanner said, grudgingly. ‘Generally. When he first came to the parish he had some outlandish ideas but over the years we mellowed him.’
Throughout Ramsay’s conversation with Tanner, Hunter had remained standing. Now he began to move restlessly around. He felt trapped by the stuffy room and all these words. Why didn’t Ramsay get to the point? He could bear it no more.
‘When did you last see Mrs Cassidy?’ he asked abruptly, and the question so startled Tanner that he answered without realising the implication of the reply.
‘Yesterday lunchtime,’ he said. ‘ But not to speak to.’
‘She didn’t come here?’
‘Oh no,’ he said. ‘It was on the Ridgeway Estate. She was coming out of one of the houses there as I was walking past. I don’t think she even saw me.’ He waited breathlessly for them to ask what he was doing on the Ridgeway Estate, but the question did not come.
‘Did she have her car with her then?’
‘Yes,’ Tanner said. ‘She was obviously in a hurry. She almost ran out of the house and drove away.’
Hunter walked to the window and stared moodily out at the car, still parked on the drive. A colleague stood on the pavement, protecting it from the contaminating touches of passers-by, waiting for the forensic team. Hunter would have preferred to be outside in the sunshine.
‘Do you know the name of the street?’ Ramsay asked. ‘It might be important.’
Tanner thought. All he could remember was an overwhelming relief that Dorothea had not seen him. ‘ It was one of those streets named after Victorian novelists,’ he said at last. ‘Eliot perhaps, or Hardy.’ Then, in a panic he added, ‘I went there to visit one of our congregation who’s been poorly.’ With the lie he almost felt faint.
‘Could you give us a brief account of your movements yesterday afternoon?’ Ramsay said.
‘I got a bus from the Ridgeway back to town,’ Tanner said. ‘ I went into the supermarket to do some shopping then walked home through the park. There was a brass band playing as part of the festival and I stopped to listen. It was rather pleasant. I spent the rest of the afternoon and the evening in the house.’
Ramsay had a sudden vision of his own life, after retirement. Would he also spend his days in such a drab, friendless way, with only the occasional excitement of a brass band concert in the park?
‘Would you have noticed if the car was here when you went to bed last night?’ he asked quietly.
Tanner stammered. ‘I don’t know. Probably not. I drew the curtains at about ten. It wasn’t here then. I was watching the television.’
‘But you would have heard the sound of the engine,’ Hunter said. ‘The drive’s just outside the window. You would have seen the headlights even through the curtains.’
‘Perhaps,’ Tanner said unhappily.
‘What time did you go to bed?’
‘At about eleven,’ Tanner said. He wondered if he should tell them that he had been watching boxing on the television. He thought the detail might make his story more credible but he was worried about what they would think of his taste in viewing. Dorothea had caught him watching a replay of a world title fight one afternoon and had said it was barbaric.
‘You weren’t disturbed at all in the night? No voices, unusual sounds?’