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‘No, of course not. And do you remember how Luce was herself in those last days before the accident? I mean, did she seem depressed or anything?’

‘Not really, but I didn’t see her after the party at the Kelsos’ house.’

‘Right. I just feel so guilty, not having been there. It helps talking to someone who was.’

‘Oh.’ She smiled sympathetically. ‘I can imagine. She did seem a bit run-down physically, you know, like tired? She had a tummy bug, and saw the doctor a couple of times.’

Sophie had striking, attenuated features, and I guessed that Damien must have made a play at her. ‘I suppose you got to know them all pretty well? Damien?’

She smiled. ‘Oh, Damien was fun. Of course he only came for the last couple of weeks, but he livened things up.’

‘I wondered if he might have been, well, comforting Lucy, after our break-up?’

‘No, actually,’ she grinned, ‘he and I got together for a while. Then …’ She ducked her head.

‘What?’

‘Oh, when the racing yachts came in, there was this really dishy guy on one of them, and when they had the party I went off with him. Damien got pretty annoyed.’

‘Luce was at that party, wasn’t she?’

She thought. ‘Ye-es, she must have been. Yes, I remember her talking to one of the yachties, an American I think.’

‘Do you remember anything else about that evening?’

Another big smile, half-embarrassed. ‘I was pretty preoccupied-but I remember Lucy was very quiet, not drinking. I think she got upset with something the yachties said. But I pretty much had my hands full with … Do you know, I can’t even remember his name now.’

‘They were due to fly out on the Saturday. Didn’t she say goodbye to you?’

‘Not that I can remember. Anyway, they stayed on, didn’t they? The weather turned foul.’

‘So, did you see them again after that?’

‘Ye-es. At least, I saw Damien. It was the night before the accident. He was pretty annoyed with me, but it wasn’t just that. Something was wrong, something to do with their work. They were all pissed off.’

‘And Lucy?’

‘No, I’m sure I didn’t see her. I think she was feeling ill again.’

‘What, they told you that?’

‘I suppose so.’

‘And the next day, the day of the accident?’

‘No, I didn’t see her, but she must have felt better.’

‘How do you mean?’

‘Well, she went climbing with them, didn’t she? I thought I might have seen her when I went to the house that day-that was my regular cleaning day-but she wasn’t there, because she’d gone with them. It’s terrible to think, isn’t it-if she’d been a bit sicker she wouldn’t have had that accident.’

‘Yes, true enough. How about the Kelsos, were they nice people?’

She screwed up her nose. ‘I was glad to leave, frankly. Muriel-Mrs Kelso-seemed all right at first, but she was a hard bitch if you were working for her. I didn’t have much to do with Stanley, but he’s an important man on the island and you wouldn’t want to get on the wrong side of him.’

‘How about the sons?’

‘Not my type. Bob was okay, I suppose; didn’t say much, spent all his time with his boat. I did think he might have had a bit of a crush on Luce, the way he looked at her sometimes. Harry … he tried it on with me a few times, until I finally got it into his head that I wasn’t interested.’

‘Bit pushy, was he?’

‘Yeah, seemed to think I’d make myself available as part of my contract.’

‘Was there some rumour that they were into something dodgy, smuggling or something?’

‘Drugs? I never heard that.’

‘Not drugs necessarily.’

But she didn’t like this line of questions. She looked pointedly up at the clock and said she’d have to go.

‘Sure. We really appreciate you talking to us, Sophie.’

‘You’re welcome. Who else have you spoken to?’

‘Oh, you’re the first we’ve tracked down, really. Who do you suggest?’

‘Well, she was friends with Carmel Bisset, the National Parks ranger; they used to meet every day on account of their research project. And she knew Dick Passlow-that’s the doctor-and his wife Pru. She was the island nurse.’

‘Right.’ I was making notes, playing the part of a grieving boyfriend. ‘But they’d still be on Lord Howe, I suppose.’

‘Not necessarily. I know the Passlows only had another year of their contract to run, though I suppose they could have extended it. Carmel would probably be in the same boat. They weren’t permanent residents.’

‘Sophie!’ The call came from a harassed-looking young man who had burst out of the make-up room.

‘Yes, coming. Sorry, I have to go.’ We got to our feet and she added coyly, ‘Do you still keep up with Damien?’

‘Yes, saw him just the other day, actually.’

‘Oh, well, you might give him my number, if you like.’

‘I’m afraid he’s married.’

She shrugged. ‘All the same …’

Anna spoke for the first time. ‘You should be careful with all that lipstick, you know.’

Sophie looked at her in surprise. ‘What?’

‘It’s full of synthetic chemicals. Over your lifetime you’ll swallow about four kilos of it.’

Sophie raised a carefully engineered eyebrow and stalked off.

Outside, as we stepped around the rubbish bins in the lane, I said, ‘Four kilos?’

‘Whatever. You enjoyed that, didn’t you?’

‘Did we learn anything?’

‘Not much. The Kelsos don’t sound like very nice people to stay with.’

‘No. Well, you can do the talking next time.’

Dr Passlow was in the Sydney phone book, listed under a group practice in Leichhardt. Anna rang, saying that we wanted to speak to him on a private matter relating to the death of Lucy Corcoran. He agreed to see us at the end of the afternoon’s surgery, at around five-thirty.

The waiting room was still crowded when we arrived, full of Italian women and their bambini suffering from what looked like an epidemic of spring sniffles. The confined, overheated space, full of coughing, sneezing, snot-encrusted infants, seemed to me like a pretty ideal breeding ground for viruses, and I thought we’d be lucky to get out unscathed. It was almost seven when we finally saw the doctor. He looked exhausted and didn’t try to hide his disappointment that we were still there. In fact, as he quizzed us about what exactly we wanted, it seemed to me that he was rather worried about our appearance after all this time. He refused to elaborate on Luce’s health or state of mind, and said he couldn’t remember when he’d last seen her during the final week.

‘Well, look,’ he said finally, becoming more pompous as we became more probing, ‘there’s nothing I can tell you that wasn’t said at the inquest. I really don’t understand what you’re after. You’re not her relatives, are you? Is this just idle curiosity, or do you have some specific issue?’

‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Can you think of anyone who might have had a reason to murder Lucy?’

He looked as if I’d punched him, his face going pale, mouth open. ‘What? What are you talking about?’

‘It’s a simple question. Did she say anything to you to suggest she was afraid of anyone?’

The colour flooded back into his face again. ‘No, certainly not. I’d have told the coroner if she had. Do you have some new information?’

‘We just find it hard to accept that Lucy fell accidentally,’ Anna cut in. ‘She was a very expert climber.’

‘Expert climbers are killed in accidents all the time. The coroner’s investigation was very thorough. And now, years later, you find it hard to accept? Is that all?’

Anna shrugged. He shook his head in irritation and showed us to the door.

As we walked back through the waiting room a nurse stopped him with a query and I veered off to the desk where the receptionist was clearing up. ‘Is Dr Passlow’s wife around?’ I asked, hoping he couldn’t hear me.

‘Wife?’

‘Pru-the nurse.’

‘Oh, Pru.’ She smiled as if at some private joke. ‘No, they divorced several years ago.’