The head was shaken. ‘We were left at attention. Two hours later, I dismissed the men myself and we went to get warm even though we had things we should have been doing.’
‘Corporal Duclos, did you kill this girl?’
‘No, I didn’t, Chief Inspector.’
‘Then for now, please assist your sergeant. Take her to the hospital. Ask Sister Jane to show you where to leave the body. Request that she make certain no one touches it-not any of the doctors nor any of the sisters. Just a clean sheet placed overtop.
‘Untersturmführer, a moment. Since you entered this building to find her, please be good enough to take me through things step by step. It is required.’
‘I haven’t time. I have duties I must attend to.’
‘And this is definitely one of them. Did you touch anything?’
‘Why would I?’
‘You took a good fifteen minutes in here all by yourself.’
‘That is only the word of a black. If it was five minutes, I’d be very surprised. Two would have been more likely.’
‘Did you question the lock’s having been open?’
‘Of course, but as all keys are on the board in my office, I would have known right away if one of them had been taken. Colonel Jundt and I went through everything before you and Kohler arrived. Let me tell you, he is just as dissatisfied with your being called in as I am. Berlin is going to hear of it.’
‘When in your office earlier, Untersturmführer, I noticed, as my partner will have, that each lock on that board of yours has a pair of keys. Some are American, most, though, are French, especially the pin tumblers and other door locks. Are you completely certain all of them were there at all times?’
‘Have I not just said that?’
‘Then for now that is all. Please see that this building is locked and guarded twenty-four hours a day. No one is to be allowed in unless with Hermann or me, and that includes you and the Kommandant. Something is not right.
‘Oh, there is one other matter. Everyone seems to have lost a little something. Since you have had to interview many of the inmates, and often several times, has anything been taken from you? Some small, personal item of no value to anyone other than you?’
How could this one even begin to understand the loss? ‘The bloodstained ribbon that was once in my sister’s hair. Her attacker had tried to use it to tie her wrists. It was always kept neatly folded in front of her photo on my desk.’
‘But at first you didn’t notice that it was missing?’
‘I often touched it.’
‘That is not the answer.’
They were alone now. There was just the two of them. ‘One day it was there, then it wasn’t. I immediately thought of the cleaning staff, who come in from town for an hour or two, but as would be expected, those bitches denied taking it. I had already searched the floor, my pockets, the drawers-the safe, even. Occasionally I would have it in hand only to set it aside to get on with something. I felt it must have slipped to the floor and then been swept up. No one would have wanted it for a ribbon.’
‘Because of the stains, of course, but please, the length, the original colour?’
Did he doubt the loss? ‘Prussian blue. Twenty centimetres by two, and with a thin, very fine white lace border on each side. Silk from the old days before that other war and the Occupation it brought, which led to her defilement and murder by your blacks. Our grandmother gave that ribbon to her. Sonja wore it often, always with pride.’
‘And of those who are among your informants who might have taken it?’
‘Have I been trying to discover that on my own-is this what you think?’
‘Please just answer.’
‘None of them would have dared. I, too, have ways of twisting an arm, even if it breaks.’
7
Both from within and outside the once-elegant shops of the Grand, Becky was certain people stared at her. They thought her guilty as Herr Kohler hurried her along the terrace toward the Vittel-Palace. They accused her, asked silently, How could you have pushed Mary-Lynn and then stabbed Caroline? You lied when first asked by Herr Kohler about Mary-Lynn. You tried to deny having followed Caroline out into that corridor but had to admit it when Marni and Jill reminded you.
The looks from the British were by far the most damning, those from the Americans as though betrayed, she having let down their side.
‘Inspector. . ’
It was Jill, it was Marni, it was Nora.
‘Inspector, Becky wouldn’t have killed anyone. Not our Becky.’
Jill had said that. Jill. They’d been watching for her. They held her tightly, clasped her mitten-covered hands, made him pause only to then be confronted by Léa Monnier, who, porkpie hat cocked to one side, sable collar up, flashed a hideous grin and rasped, ‘Caught you, eh, did he, ducky? Bet that black number, that mumbo-jumbo man you went to, didn’t tell you you’d get pinched. Bet he told you life was going to be a bed of roses, if only you’d give him a can or two of pork and beans, a couple of packs of Lucky Strikes, one of raisins, two chocolate bars, and some gum, but Cérès has it differently. Cérès says that little ballet dancer was killed by you to shut her up.’
All who were around looked at them, all stood still, but then. . then from a distance came the creaking and sighing of frost-gripped branches.
‘Cérès was consulted last night, was she?’ asked Herr Kohler cautiously.
In for a penny, in for a pound, felt Léa. ‘Perhaps if you and the chief inspector were to consult the goddess, you might find the answers. Unlike the dancer having been stabbed by that one, Mary-Lynn told Cérès she had been pushed by this one!’
A fist whacked Nora on the shoulder, she turning so swiftly on Léa, one would have thought her lacrosse stick in hand.
‘Ridiculed Cérès, did you, luv?’ taunted the woman. ‘Told Mary-Lynn that she was being hoodwinked, that Bamba Duclos was every bit as good as Madame Chevreul but that neither of them spouted anything more than bullshit? Well now, we’ll see, shall we?’
Nora didn’t back off. Nora stood right up to her and said, ‘I didn’t push Mary-Lynn. I would never have done that.’
Léa’s bushy, dark-rooted hennaed eyebrows arched. ‘But you thought the lift gate closed and locked, luv? You didn’t think she’d fall, and when she did, you had to lie.’
Mein Gott, this place, this den of females, thought Kohler. ‘Well?’ he asked Nora.
She would have to tell him. ‘I chased her up the stairs. She yelled at me that I was being unfair, that all her life she’d heard stories about her dad and that she had needed to know where his remains were lying and had wanted and wanted to speak to him and finally had.’
‘Admit it, luv, you tried to grab her in the dark and instead she stumbled and fell and that is what Caroline Lacy told Cérès last night, Inspector, when Madame made contact with her and the other one.’
A week ago that corridor light had been on and then had gone off, but not before Caroline had seen what had happened to Mary-Lynn Allan, or thought she had. ‘You went back down the stairs a bit to avoid being seen by anyone else, did you, Nora?’ asked Kohler.
‘It wasn’t like that, Inspector. She’s lying. I was on the stairs and, yes, we were yelling at each other and I was chasing after Mary-Lynn, but she was my friend. I had even loaned her that last fifty to pay off this. . this greedy cow’s incessant demands for the cash or cheque up front.’
‘Cow, is it?’ began Léa, only to be shushed by Kohler.
‘Fifty American?’ he asked.
‘Yes! Otherwise Mary-Lynn wouldn’t have been at that séance, even though Colonel Kessler would have been waiting for her to sit beside him.’
‘And hold his hand?’
‘Yes.’