“The police?” whispered Hoskins.
“I intend to have you charged with attempted blackmail,” said Dundridge.
Lady Maud launched herself across the desk at him. “Why, you filthy little bastard,” she screamed. Dundridge lurched off his chair and ran for the door. Lady Maud turned and raced after him. Behind them Hoskins replaced the telephone and picked up the photographs. He went into the lavatory and shut the door. When he came out Dundridge was cowering behind a bulldozer, Lady Maud was being restrained by six bulldozer drivers and the photographs had been reduced to ashes and flushed down the pan. Hoskins sat down and wiped his face with a handkerchief. It had been a near thing.
“Don’t think you’re going to get away with this,” Lady Maud shouted as she was escorted back to her car. “I’ll sue you for slander. I’ll take every penny you’ve got.” She drove away and Dundridge staggered back to the caravan.
“You heard her,” he said to Hoskins slumping into his chair. “You heard her attempt to blackmail me.” He looked around for the photographs.
“I burnt them,” said Hoskins. “I didn’t think you’d want them lying around.”
Dundridge looked at him gratefully. He certainly didn’t want them lying around. On the other hand the evidence of an attempted crime had been destroyed. There was no point in calling in the police now.
“Well at least if she does sue me you were a witness,” he said finally.
“Definitely,” said Hoskins. “But she’ll never dare.”
“I wouldn’t put anything past that bitch,” said Dundridge recovering his confidence now that both Lady Maud and the photographs were out of the way. “But I’ll tell you one thing. We’re going to move into Handyman Hall now. I’ll teach her to threaten me.”
“Without the photographs I’m afraid you would have no case,” said Mr Ganglion when Lady Maud returned to his office.
“But he told you that I was blackmailing him. You told me so yourself,” said Lady Maud.
Mr Ganglion shook his head sadly. “What-he said to me, my dear Lady Maud, was by way of being a confidential communication. He was after all consulting me as a solicitor and since I represent you in any case my evidence would never be accepted by a court. Now if we could get Hoskins to testify that he had heard him accuse you of blackmail…” He phoned the Regional Planning Board and was put through to Hoskins at the Mobile HQ.
“Certainly not. I never heard anything of the sort,” said Hoskins. “Photographs? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The last thing he wanted to do was to appear in court to testify about those bloody photographs.
“Peculiar,” said Mr Ganglion. “Most peculiar, but there it is. Hoskins won’t testify.”
“That just goes to show you can’t trust anyone these days,” said Lady Maud.
She drove home in a filthy temper which wasn’t improved by having to park the Bentley outside the Lodge and walk up the drive.
Chapter 26
If her temper was bad when she returned to the Hall that afternoon it was ten times worse the next morning. She woke to the sound of lorries driving down the Gorge road and men shouting outside the Lodge. Lady Maud picked up the phone and called Blott.
“What the devil is going on down there?” she asked.
“It’s started,” said Blott.
“Started? What’s started?”
“They’ve come to begin work.”
Lady Maud dressed and hurried down the drive to find Dundridge, Hoskins and the Chief Constable and a group of policemen standing looking at the concrete blocks under the archway.
“What’s the meaning of this?” she demanded.
“We have come to begin work here,” said Dundridge keeping close to the Chief Constable. “You are in receipt of a compulsory purchase order served on you on the 25th of June and…”
“This is private property,” said Lady Maud. “Kindly leave.”
“My dear Lady Maud,” said the Chief Constable, “I’m afraid these gentlemen are within their rights…”
“They are within my property,” said Lady Maud. “And I want them off it.”
The Chief Constable shook his head sorrowfully. “I’m sorry to have to say this…”
“Then don’t,” said Lady Maud.
“But they are fully entitled to act in accordance with their instructions and begin work on the motorway through the Park. I am here to see that they are not hindered in any way. Now if you would be so good as to order your gardener to vacate these… er… premises.”
“Order him yourself.”
“We have attempted to serve an eviction order on him but he refuses to come down. He appears to have barricaded the door. Now we don’t want to have to use force but unless he is prepared to come out I’m afraid we will have to make a forcible entry.”
“Well, I’m not stopping you,” said Lady Maud. “If that’s what you have to do, go ahead and do it.”
She stood to one side while the policemen went round the side of the Lodge and hammered at the door. Lady Maud sat on a concrete block and watched them.
The police battered at the door for ten minutes and finally broke it down only to find themselves confronted by a wall of concrete. Dundridge sent for a sledgehammer but it was quite clear that something more than a sledgehammer would be required to make an entry.
“The bastard has cemented himself in.” said Dundridge.
“I can see that for myself,” said the Chief Constable. “What are you going to do now?”
Dundridge considered the problem and consulted Hoskins. Together they walked back to the bridge and looked up at the arch. In the circumstances it had assumed a new and quite daunting stature.
“There’s no way round it,” said Hoskins, indicating the cliffs. “We would have to move thousands of tons of rock.”
“Can’t we blast a way round?”
Hoskins looked up at the cliffs and shook his head. “Could do but we’d probably kill the stupid bugger in that arch in the process.”
“So what?” said Dundridge. “If he won’t come down it’s his own fault if he gets hurt.” He didn’t say it very convincingly. It was quite clear that killing Blott would come under the heading of very unfavourable publicity at the Ministry of the Environment.
“In any case,” Hoskins pointed out, “the authorized route runs through the Gorge, not round it.”
“What about the blasting we did back at the entrance?”
“We were authorized to widen the Gorge there because of the river and besides that section doesn’t come within the area designated as of natural beauty.”
“Fuck,” said Dundridge. “I knew that old bitch would come up with something like this.”
They went back to the arch where the Chief Constable was arguing with Lady Maud.
“Are you seriously suggesting that I ordered my gardener to cement himself into the Lodge?”
“Yes,” said the Chief Constable.
“In that case, Percival Henry,” said Lady Maud, “you’re a bigger fool than I took you for.”
The Chief Constable winced. “Listen, Maud,” he said, “you know as well as I do he wouldn’t have done this without your permission.”
“Nonsense,” said Lady Maud, “I told him he could do what he wanted with the Lodge. He’s been living there for thirty years. It’s his home. If he chooses to fill the place with cement that’s his business. I refuse to accept any responsibility for his actions.”
“In that case I shall have no option but to arrest you,” said the Chief Constable.
“On what grounds?”
“For obstruction.”
“Codswallop,” said Lady Maud. She got down from the block and walked round to the back of the arch and looked up at the window.
“Blott,” she called. Blott’s head appeared at the circular window.
“Yes.”
“Blott, come down this instant and let these men get on with their work.”
“Won’t,” said Blott.
“Blott,” shouted Lady Maud, “I am ordering you to come down.”
“No,” said Blott and shut the window.
Lady Maud turned to the Chief Constable. “There you are. I have told him to come down and he won’t. Now then, are you still going to have me arrested for obstruction?”