May appeared taken aback at this sudden swerve in the conversation. ‘I must admit I did. And was asked to charge rather more for my workshops than I personally would have liked. Arno ... you came shortly after me, I don’t know if you ...?’
‘Yes. I remember seeing a notice in a travel agent’s window just after I’d booked my first weekend and I could have had a week in Spain for the same money. Not that it wasn’t worth every penny.’ He looked sideways at May, blushed and turned in his toes - or at least the five that were still movable.
‘But wasn’t that just until the place got established?’ asked Heather. ‘Certainly when we joined a year later things were much more reasonable.’
‘We couldn’t have come otherwise,’ explained Ken.
‘I don’t think it was a question of getting the place established at all, Mr Beavers. I think the original premise was to separate as many people from as much of their cash as was humanly possible.’
‘So what went wrong?’ said Ken, amending hastily, ‘Or right, I should say.’
‘My own belief - and this is not unheard of although the longer the criminal’s in the game the rarer it gets - is that Craigie, perhaps because of his reading, his pretend prayers, his meditations, his constant exposure to people who were truthfully struggling to live some sort of spiritual life, underwent a genuine transformation. Not a grand Pauline conversion, something slower yet nonetheless quite genuine. In other words the mask became the man.’
‘I knew it,’ May spoke quietly. ‘He could not have taught the way he did -’
‘Or cared for us the way he did,’ interrupted Suhami.
‘And there’s Tim,’ said Arno. ‘He related to people emotionally. He understood what they were really like. He was like a child in that respect, and they’re not easily fooled.’
Barnaby let that pass. This was not the time to go into the matter of how tragically easily children can be fooled. He continued: ‘But then Craigie became ill. Finally, I’ve no doubt, becoming aware that he would not recover. And this led to what I suspect is the “something terrible” mentioned in Carter’s letter to his nephew. I’ve been aware of the word trust as a persistent irritating niggle and couldn’t think why. I knew all there was to know about Miss Gamelin’s inheritance and how - as I thought - it related to the case, so it didn’t seem to be that. And then I recalled your first interview, Mr Gibbs, and realised that not one, but two trusts are involved here.’
‘Really.’ Arno frowned. ‘I can’t think ... unless you mean the charity -’
‘Exactly,’ said the chief inspector. ‘Craigie wished to deed the house and organisation in such a manner that no single individual had overall control. This enraged Carter who, I’m pretty sure, in spite of what his nephew told me to the contrary - had put money from the sale of his house into the enterprise. Nearly two hundred thousand pounds. I doubt if the altercation Mr Gibbs overheard was the first by a long chalk.’
‘He didn’t do it though,’ said Arno. ‘Take charitable status I mean.’
‘There was no need,’ said the chief inspector, ‘after Carter’s accident.’
‘So it’s an accident now?’ Andrew had flushed dark red. ‘You’re as bad as those incompetents at the inquest.’
‘It’s not a good idea to take the law into your own hands, Mr Carter.’
‘Well, it’s not exactly shining in yours is it? How do you know what the argument was about? Even Arno who overheard them and lived here doesn’t. And I must say the fact that Riley killed my uncle and has made two murderous attempts on me seems to have been pretty lightly touched on. You seem to have forgotten it was almost my death being investigated here tonight. And no doubt, if you hadn’t turned up when you did, that would have been covered up as well.’
‘That’s unfair,’ said May. ‘Tim was only trying to prevent your uncle attacking the Master.’
‘We’ve only Arno’s word for that.’
‘His word,’ said May staunchly, ‘is good enough for me.’
‘The grey sheep. That’s what you rather disarmingly called yourself in my office, Mr Carter, if I remember correctly.’ An uninterested shrug. ‘Your ex-Stowe chum by the way not only genuinely lost his wallet but was five thousand in the red by the time he’d notified Visa and American Express. One item being an antelope jacket.’
‘Well it’s not this one. I got it from Aquascutum months ago.’
‘That shouldn’t be difficult to prove.’
‘If you’ve the time to waste.’
‘What did you mean, Inspector?’ Suhami was staring at Andrew Carter with sickened apprehension. ‘About taking the law into his own hands.’
‘I’m talking about murder, Miss Gamelin.’ Although his stress on the word was harsh, Barnaby’s glance was not without sympathy as it rested on the girl in the pale green sari.
‘Murder.’ Her face became drawn and, whispering, ‘It can’t be true,’ she started to shake. Heather immediately bustled forward and enfolded Suhami in her giant bosoms.
‘Of course it isn’t true,’ said Andrew scornfully. ‘I didn’t go near him. Just because you’ve given up on Gamelin you needn’t think you’re pinning this on me. For a start - what earthly motive would I have?’
‘A mixture, the most dominant I imagine being revenge. One of the few things you told the truth about in my office was that you had a deep and lasting affection for your uncle. I’ve no doubt, as you told me you kept in touch, that you knew about the set-up here and that things were going wrong. What made you so sure Craigie had killed your uncle? Did you think that thieves had fallen out?’
‘There were no thieves to fall out. At least as far as Jim was concerned. He told me in one of his letters that the man who was running things here had developed religious mania. Well, we all know how people like that can turn. Half the psychos going say God was telling them to get rid of prostitutes or rent boys or one-legged pensioners.’ He broke off here to light a cigarette. Heather started coughing and waving at the air.
‘You’re right about the argument though. Jim felt the man was a poseur. It was only due to my uncle’s constant efforts at persuasion that the prices started to come down.’
‘You can think on your feet, son,’ said Barnaby. ‘I’ll give you that.’
‘You said the most dominant motive.’ Ken was now also coughing preposterously. ‘What were the others then?’
‘Money - as it so often is. First in respect of the entailment of this place which I’ve no doubt Mr Carter, being his uncle’s heir, regards as no more than his due.’ He paused to encourage a response but in vain. ‘And then of course the famous trust fund. Miss Gamelin was about to offload it. Carter was in a difficult position. He’d been pursuing her almost from the first moment he arrived yet there was still no definite engagement, let alone the chime of wedding bells. Perhaps under Craigie’s influence she was still drawn to a more reclusive, maybe even celibate life. Another reason why his death may have forwarded your plans.’
‘There weren’t any “plans”. I fell in love.’ His angry glance swung from Barnaby to Troy and back again. ‘Can’t you see how you’re upsetting her? Telling all these bloody lies.’
Suhami was watching Andrew as he spoke. She saw no traces of remorse. But then, if it was all bloody lies, there wouldn’t be. Her own reaction to all these revelations was most curious. After the first shock of distress and disbelief she found she was experiencing nothing at all. A great yawning void seemed to have opened up around her. Whether Christopher had truly fallen in love with her seemed to be of no importance. She put a little gentle pressure on the memory of past emotions, recalled the moment in the byre when she had been so delirious with joy. The whole scene now seemed no more than faintly pleasurable. For the first time in her life things had gone wrong, more vilely and horribly than ever before, and she was not all over the floor in pieces. It was a mystery but a most consoling one.