‘If you don’t mind me saying, guv, there’s some heavy speculation here.’
‘Sure. I’m trying to link a horse hair to Nadia.’
‘Okay. And what was the upcoming event?’
‘The re-enactment.’
She took a sharp breath. ‘Of course. Plenty of horses there.’
‘As you say, Inge, it’s all speculation, but we have to work something out and this is the best I can think of. I just wanted you to know I’ve had a rethink about you joining the cavalry.’
‘I can do it?’ She gave a scream of excitement and for one alarming moment he thought she was going to fling her arms around his neck.
Did Lansdown itself hold the solution to this mystery? In Diamond’s thoughts the great limestone hill loomed larger than any suspect. From inside the bowl of the city it appeared disarmingly scenic, a pale green backdrop to the undulating ribbons of cream-coloured buildings. He knew its real character. Up there were places of death, the graveyard and the battlefield, bleak, windswept locations even on a summer day. The battleground had yielded up a bone, and then a skeleton, to set this investigation in motion. Nadia had come to Bath for sanctuary, and been slaughtered and buried on the hill. For three weeks poor confused Rupert Hope had roamed the fields and tracks and slept in the Victorian cemetery until, just as cruelly, his life had been stopped. This was an unforgiving place.
He’d never set much store on intuition, so why was he nagged by this conviction that the down held another, larger secret and it was his duty to reveal the truth? The standard method of probing motive, means and opportunity would not be enough. A bigger, bolder vision was called for. Lansdown both repelled him and tugged at him.
He told Septimus he was going to drive up to the cemetery for another look at the entrance gate where Rupert was thought to have slept.
‘There isn’t much to see now,’ Septimus said. ‘Everything we found was bagged up and sent to forensics. We’ll know more if they can tell us for sure if he used that blanket.’
‘For now, I’m assuming he did,’ Diamond said. ‘Can you tear yourself away from that computer and join me?’
On the drive up the hill, Septimus seemed to feel he ought to speak up for his team. ‘We haven’t just been looking for witnesses. We spent a lot of time on Rupert and his life in Bristol. He comes out of it as the kind of guy nobody could hate or feel threatened by. Liked his lecturing and did it well. Always thinking of ways of bringing history to life. Popular with students.’
‘Not so popular in the senior common room.’
‘The other lecturers respected him. He wasn’t big on socialising, but that was who he was, a quiet guy, maybe a shade too serious for their taste.’
‘And outside the university?’
‘The same, really. He got on with the neighbours without living in their pockets. People in local shops said he was honest and easy to deal with. He didn’t give out much. Some guys don’t. That’s life.’
‘No close friends?’
‘Not all that close. Currently he wasn’t in a relationship. There seem to have been a couple of girlfriends in the past. He didn’t ever live with anyone.’
‘Can’t hold that against him.’
‘We checked his bank statements. Nothing unusual there. Not even a small overdraft. He spent his money mainly on books, DVDs and theatre visits. He could make a bottle of wine last almost a week.’
‘I could murder someone like that,’ Diamond said.
‘Yeah, maybe he was too good for this world.’
‘I’m sure you must have checked his computer.’
‘Same thing. The downloaded stuff is heavy on history. The emails are mainly to other historians about topics he was researching. He also kept in touch with his parents that way. Got on well with them and was generous with money at Christmas and birthdays. All in all, no trouble to anyone.’
They’d reached the cemetery gate. Diamond stopped the car and switched off. ‘You know, it’s possible he was just unlucky.’
‘Wrong place, wrong time?’ Septimus scratched his head. ‘How would we ever find out?’
‘We have to.’ Diamond got out and looked up at the ornate Romanesque façade of the gateway. ‘Now show me where you found the blanket.’
They passed through an entrance door to the right of the main gates. ‘A gatekeeper could live in here, no problem,’ Septimus said as he stepped into the section with the stone seats.
‘Where did you find the blanket?’
‘Under here.’ He indicated the seat to their right.
‘What sort of blanket?’
‘Deep red, made of some synthetic material. We didn’t open it out for fear of losing particle evidence. It stayed folded. I’d say it was large and not too clean.’
‘He wasn’t too clean himself. You think he nicked it from a car?’
‘My best suggestion. The fabric was dry, you see. He hadn’t found it lying in the open. And he was seen trying car doors.’
‘When did it go to the lab?’
‘Day before yesterday, when you were in London.’
‘What about the other items? You mentioned a water bottle and some food wrappers.’
‘We bagged them all up and sent them for examination.’
‘Someone was using this as a base for sure, but we can’t take anything for granted. Let me know when you get the lab report.’ He tried to imagine stretching out on the stone surface. ‘Not the most comfortable bed.’
‘Cold, too, these late summer nights,’ Septimus said. ‘We’re two hundred metres above sea level.’
Diamond stepped outside the gatehouse thinking how many more gravestones were revealed than when he’d first come here. They were still close-packed, strangely angled and in disrepair, but the gothic look of crosses and angels poking up from the undergrowth had gone. He wasn’t sure which view was the more eerie. ‘It can’t be more than thirty yards to where the body was found. I’m going to pace it out.’
He didn’t count the steps. His mind was with a terrified Rupert late at night, hounded by his killer, dodging between the graves. Or had it worked out differently: Rupert approaching the lodge, crossing the graveyard and being ambushed, like that scene in David Lean’s film of Great Expectations when Magwitch the convict appears from nowhere?
The crime scene tape had been removed. You wouldn’t have known where the body had lain unless you guessed from the state of the ground, trodden to mud by hundreds of footsteps. The only other indication was on the adjacent grave, a faint blue circle enclosing the suspicious bloodstain. He looked at each of the surrounding graves. In the next row was a granite sarcophagus, an ugly grey block a man could easily have crouched behind.
‘What’s your reading of it, Septimus? Was he chased here, or was the killer waiting?’
‘I don’t think he was chased. He was hit on the back of the skull. If you’re running from someone and they catch you, you turn and defend yourself. I say he walked into a trap and was hit from behind.’
‘My feeling, too.’
From above them came a guttural croaking, the caw of a black bird perched on the octagonal balustrade of the tower.
‘Carrion crow,’ Septimus said.
‘More bones than carrion here.’
‘I wouldn’t spend a night in this place if you paid me.’
Back in the incident room he discovered Ingeborg in seventh heaven. ‘I called my drill officer and told him I’d like a transfer to the cavalry and he promised to do what he could.’
‘Cool,’ Diamond said, straight-faced.
‘Yes, and in no time at all I had a call back to say they have a vacancy in Prince Rupert’s Lifeguard of Horse.’
‘Even cooler, then.’
‘What’s more, they’re doing an event on Saturday at Farleigh Hungerford and they want me on parade.’