‘Really?’ said Tallis, infuriated at being wrong-footed.
‘I admired him for his candour and heard what he had to say. His argument was very cogent. Unfortunately,’ said Ridgeon, ‘it was fundamentally flawed.’
‘Those are the very words quoted in that article.’
‘I stand by them.’
‘In the fullness of time, you may be embarrassed by them.’
‘I think not, Superintendent.’
Tallis glowered. ‘Do you realise what you’ve done, sir?’
‘I’ve given straight answers to straight questions.’
‘Oh, you’ve done a lot more than that. You’ve just opened a Pandora’s box. Every newspaper in London will now be baying at the door of my office. That article has not simply made a mockery of our investigation,’ said Tallis, ‘it’s also a stark warning to the villains behind the crash that we are pursuing them. If they have any sense, they’ll have left London already.’
‘Yes,’ said Ridgeon, unable to resist sarcasm, ‘and stepped straight back into the sensational novel from which they escaped. That’s where they belong, after all – in the world of imagination.’
Getting to his feet, Tallis snatched up his newspaper and left.
Colbeck had also been dismayed by the article. After sending Madeleine Andrews home in a cab, he had bought a copy of the newspaper at the railway station and read it on his way back to Scotland Yard. It made him regret his decision to speak to Ridgeon in confidence. He was wounded and disappointed by what the Inspector General of Railways had done. A difficult and complex investigation had suddenly become even more arduous.
His immediate concern was how upset Madeleine would be when she read the article and saw the biting criticism of the Railway Detective. Caleb Andrews was in the habit of buying the newspaper at Euston station when he came off duty in the evening. He, too, would be deeply hurt by the attack on Colbeck and scandalised by the accusation of speeding made against his friend, Frank Pike. There was a venomous note to the article. It was almost if, having praised Colbeck for a long record of success, the newspaper felt that it was time to go to the other extreme. It was a crucifixion in print.
There would be repercussions. Colbeck would be dogged by reporters from other newspapers, mocked anew in their columns and denied complete freedom of movement. From now on, he would be watched. There would also be one or two colleagues at the Detective Department who, jealous of his reputation, would derive great joy from the public censure of him. Not everyone at Scotland Yard was ready to join in the general adulation of Robert Colbeck.
As the cab rolled to a halt, he got out and paid the driver, only to be set upon immediately by half a dozen reporters who had been lying in ambush. In answer to a salvo of questions, he told them that he had no comment to make and went swiftly into the building. The real torment was yet to come. Colbeck would now have to face a gruelling interrogation by Edward Tallis and would be reprimanded for not having made more progress in the case. Continuing success was the only way to keep bad headlines at bay. Colbeck would be blamed for the hostile article in the newspaper.
He went straight to the superintendent’s office and tapped on the door before opening it. Anticipating a barrage of abuse, he was amazed to find Tallis quiescent for once, seated at his desk in a cloud of cigar smoke. Colbeck’s first thought was that his superior had not yet read the article then he saw the newspaper lying open on the desk. As Tallis drew deep on his cigar, it glowed with life and the swirling cloud of smoke was thickened as he exhaled with calculated slowness. When he spoke, his voice was eerily soft.
‘Have you read the newspaper, Inspector?’
‘Yes, sir,’ replied Colbeck.
‘Do you have any comment to make?’
‘I’m saddened that Captain Ridgeon saw fit to criticise us in such a public way, though I daresay he feels that the very fact of a police investigation is an implied criticism of his work.’
‘That’s exactly what he feels,’ said Tallis, ‘even if he didn’t put it in those exact words. I’ve not long come back from seeing him.’
‘What did he say?’
‘Among other things, he told me that you and he had discussed the whole business in some depth but that you had failed to persuade him that the train crash was a criminal act.’
‘That’s true, Superintendent.’
‘Why didn’t you tell me you were going to see him?’
‘I felt that you might advise against it,’ said Colbeck. ‘At the start of the investigation, you warned us to work alongside Captain Ridgeon without causing any friction. When you met him, however, you objected to his tone and refused to obey the orders he unwisely tried to give you. Victor and I expressed thanks for your support.’
‘I find this very alarming, Inspector Colbeck,’ said Tallis, voice still uncharacteristically soft. ‘Is it your habitual practice to do things to which you know I would object?’
‘Not at all, sir – this was an isolated instance.’
‘What was the motive behind it?’
‘I hoped that I could get Captain Ridgeon on our side.’
Tallis picked up the newspaper. ‘This is the result,’ he said. ‘The other result is that I am made to look foolish because I was unaware that you had paid a visit to the captain earlier. Do I have to remind you that there’s a chain of command here?’
‘It’s not possible to clear everything with you beforehand, sir,’ argued Colbeck. ‘Some decisions have to be made in response to a given situation. If I had to get your approval for every move I make, then my hands would be tied. That would be intolerable.’
Tallis puffed on his cigar again, filling his lungs with the smoke before blowing it out again in a series of rings. He studied Colbeck in silence through the fug. While it was too much to ask him ever to like the man, he had to respect his achievements over the years. The Railway Detective’s record was unrivalled even if some of his methods were not endorsed by the superintendent. Nobody, however, was infallible. In trusting Captain Ridgeon, Colbeck had made a serious misjudgement. Tallis wondered if it was the only one.
‘Are you sure that crash was caused by someone?’ he said.
‘I’d stake every penny I possess on it,’ affirmed Colbeck.
‘The Detective Department does not take gambles, Inspector. We deal only in certainties. Give me some of them. How, for instance, have you spent today – after you left Captain Ridgeon, that is?’
Colbeck told him about his visit to Chalk Farm and about the funeral card that had sent him haring off to Brighton. He said nothing about Madeleine Andrews, however, or her strange experience at the lectern in St Dunstan’s church. It was not relevant and it would only serve to inflame Tallis. Colbeck’s conclusion was that Horace Bardwell definitely had to be considered the most likely target of those who had caused the disaster on the Brighton line.
‘What does that tell you?’ asked Tallis.
‘Matthew Shanklin is a prime suspect,’ said Colbeck. ‘If, that is, my supposition is correct. Should Mr Thornhill’s death turn out to be the object of the crash, then Shanklin will be exonerated. I have grave doubts that that will happen.’
‘Why is that, Inspector?’
‘I told Victor to speak to him again.’
He recounted the details of Leeming’s visit, stressing Shanklin’s reaction to the name of Dick Chiffney. The possession of a telescope was also viewed as strong evidence. He reminded the superintendent of Bardwell’s bitter remarks about Shanklin. Mutual hatred existed between the two men.
‘I think that Matthew Shanklin may well have sent the macabre message to the hospital,’ said Colbeck.