“Where is he?” demanded Elspeth.
“We finished up the stag party at four this morning. He said he was going back to his digs. I called round, but he wasn’t there.”
“I’ll murder the bastard,” grated Uncle Mark. “Drive on.”
If only I had insisted on a closed limo, thought Elspeth. Crowds were gathering to see the bride. By the time they came round to the church again, a procession had formed behind the carriage.
But there was James shaking his head. “You didn’t do anything nasty to him?” asked Elspeth. “You didn’t tie him up to a lamp post or something?”
“Nothing like that,” said James shiftily. How could he tell Elspeth, looking so beautiful in her white wedding gown, that they had hired a stripper for the evening and that drunken Luke had gone off with her?
“I’m getting down,” said Elspeth. “I’m not going to make a spectacle of myself, driving round and round.”
Groaning and wheezing and complaining that his collar was strangling him, Uncle Mark helped her down and led her into the church.
Elspeth’s two bridesmaids were waiting in the church porch. From inside the church came the sound of the organ and the impatient rustling and whispers of the guests.
Gazing out at the blue sky above the grimy Glasgow buildings, Elspeth suddenly wished herself back in the Highlands. Did she really want to marry Luke? Somehow the whole thing had gained momentum: presents from the staff, arrangements for the reception.
Half an hour passed. Elspeth turned to her uncle. “Get in there and tell them the wedding’s cancelled but they can all go on to the reception and get something to eat and drink.”
“Don’t worry, lass. We’ll hunt him down and drag him to the altar.”
“I won’t marry him after this,” said Elspeth. “Get on with the announcement.”
So the announcement was made, and the guests made their way out to the cars. Elspeth refused to get back into the carriage and shared a car with her editor. What a mess! They were due to leave on their honeymoon that very day. Luke had the air tickets to Barbados.
The reception, fuelled by good food and a lot of drink, turned out to be a noisy affair. After the meal, Elspeth took the floor for the first dance with James. She felt suddenly very happy and relieved. She realised with a shock that she had been dreading this wedding, dreading being married to Luke.
♦
Luke awoke with a groan and stared up at a dingy, unfamiliar ceiling. He rolled over and collided with a body in the bed next to him. “Elspeth?” he said.
The woman next to him opened eyes heavy with mascara and stared at him.
“Who are you?” asked Luke.
“Well, that’s a nice thing. You screw me and then ask who I am?”
Luke swung his legs out of the bed and clutched his head, which felt as if all the hammers of hell were beating inside his skull.
Memory came back in bright little cameos. He remembered the stripper. He remembered betting the lads that he could lay her.
“What’s the time?” he asked groggily.
“Dunno.”
He twisted round and found his watch on a bedside table. “Oh, my God, I was due at the church two hours ago.”
“Then you’d better get there,” said the stripper sulkily.
“It’s too late. Those relatives of hers will kill me! I’ll get the sack.”
Luke got dressed. He checked his pocket for his wallet and found it was intact along with a book of traveller’s cheques and two tickets to Barbados.
His one thought now was escape. He stumbled out onto the balcony and found himself high up in a tower block. He peered over the railing, and stretched out below him was the depressed area of Springburn.
The lift wasn’t working. He ran down the stairs and down the hill to the Springburn road, where, wonder upon wonders, a cab came cruising along. He hailed it. “Airport,” he said breathlessly. “As fast as you can make it.”
♦
Hamish was irritated that his thoughts kept returning to Elspeth. She was probably married now, he thought crossly. She might even be pregnant.
He halted in front of St. Mary’s Church. Father McNulty was just leaving the church. He smiled when he saw Hamish.
“I called to find out if you ever got that money back,” said Hamish.
“Oh, yes, Miss Creedy sold her shop and paid me back. It was kind of you to keep it quiet.”
“To tell the truth, Father, I was glad of the horrible winter for one reason – it stopped her haunting me.”
“I don’t think the lady will be haunting you again. Miss Creedy has moved to Glasgow. I had a letter from her the other day. She seemed very happy and said she had a gentleman friend. I really cannot understand such as Mrs. Gillespie, nor can I understand how she found people with so many guilty secrets in the one area.”
“We all of us have guilty secrets, Father, and here in the north, people still prize respectability. That, too, was the downfall of our murderess. Maybe she sometimes came across one of her clients out on the London streets with his family and saw the way his eyes averted when he saw her. The irony of it is that maybe one of the wives saw her and thought, I would like to be as beautiful as that, while Crystal was jealously thinking, if only I could get out of the life and be dull and respectable.”
“She did not look very beautiful to judge from her photograph in the newspapers.”
“She was once, but she had put on weight and become tweedy and matronly. Tell me, Father, do you sometimes wonder why someone as young as Shona should be so brutally killed?”
“You mean, why should God let such a thing happen?”
“Yes.”
“That way madness lies. The only answer is blind faith. There are children dying all over the world as we speak.”
Hamish suddenly felt embarrassed. “I’ll be off, then.”
His next call was on Mr. Gillespie. Although Heather had told him that her father’s cancer was in remission, he wondered whether he was still alive.
But it was a very cheerful Mr. Gillespie who answered the door to him. “Come in,” he said. “I was just about to put the kettle on.”
The living room was pleasantly cluttered with newspapers and books. As Mr. Gillespie served coffee, Hamish asked, “How are you?”
“I can hardly believe it. I’m in remission. They say it’s a miracle.”
“I’m right glad for you.”
“I think it might be having an end to years of torment.”
“You could have reported her.”
“It’s hard for a man to do that. I didn’t think the police would have believed me.”
“I would.”
“I really didn’t know about the blackmail. I really thought her employers were very generous.”
“I might go up to the hospital and check on Dr. Renfrew,” said Hamish.
“Oh, he’s left the area. Someone at the hospital told me he had moved to Edinburgh. His wife is still here. She filed for divorce. My daughter told me it was the talk of Braikie. Mrs. Fleming called at her home and told Mrs. Renfrew she had been having an affair with her husband.”
“How did Heather learn this?”
“Someone was passing and witnessed the scene, and soon it was all over the village.”
“It’s amazing how many people witness things when I don’t need a witness,” said Hamish crossly.
“What about that man Freddie Ionedes?”
“He got sent away for a long time. It was understood he helped in a murder some time ago, but they haven’t any real proof, and the police are satisfied that he’s out of society. He left court swearing vengeance on me.”
“Well, he can’t do anything about that now.”
“I’m not so sure,” said Hamish. “He was quite an important member of the underworld.”