‘It is to do with another aspect of the investigation.’
‘Vot about him?’
‘Yes, Mr Porrick too. If you could both use that pen, please. Mr Waechter’s pen.’
‘Vot do you vant me to write?’
‘I would like you to write the name of the man who left with Dolores Novak.’
Waechter’s single eye bulged with something between indignation and amazement as he regarded Quinn. ‘Vot game is this?’
‘It is not a game, Mr Waechter. I assure you I am deadly serious.’
THIRTY-SEVEN
Quinn was shown into the same room in the Admiralty Extension as before. The blinds were again drawn on the day, and on any prying eyes outside. Lord Dunwich nodded to him without speaking, unlocked a drawer in his desk and took out a small package loosely wrapped in brown paper. ‘Come with me.’
Lord Dunwich led him down into the basement of the building, and opened a door to a small, windowless room furnished with a round table and no chairs. The room was lit by a bare, flickering electric light bulb, like lightning in the night until the bulb gave out completely. With the door closed, they were plunged into darkness.
The darkness was filled with Lord Dunwich’s tense, urgent whisper. ‘I have the object we discussed last night.’
Quinn felt something pushed into his hands.
‘You may take it away and examine it at the Yard.’
‘Has anyone other than you handled the object?’
‘No. Of course not.’
‘That’s good. I will have to ask you to come into the Yard at some point so that we may take your fingerprints, in order to eliminate them from our forensic examination.’
‘Naturally.’
‘Perhaps you would be able to do that on Monday?’
‘If you wish.’
‘Thank you. However, Lord Dunwich, it was not on account of this object that I have come to see you.’
‘It is not?’
Quinn could not see Dunwich’s face but he heard the nervous apprehension in his voice. ‘There has been another attack. A young woman associated with Waechter’s film – and therefore with your friend Hartmann – has had one of her eyes forcibly removed from her head. In this case, unfortunately, the injury resulted in her death. She was found this morning.’
‘How terrible. But what has this to do with national security?’
‘The victim was last seen leaving the party at Visionary Productions in Cecil Court in your company, Lord Dunwich. The dead woman is Dolores Novak.’
Quinn heard the sharp inarticulate cry of shock. Followed by a softer murmuring of her name: ‘Dolores-s-s-s!’ The final sibilant fragmented into uncontrollable sobs.
‘Sir. What happened last night, after you left the party?’
It was some time before Dunwich could answer. ‘We went to Dolores’s … to their … to a room. Dolores and I … well, we are both adults … we both wanted the same thing. As far as I could tell, her husband took a … let’s say a modern attitude to marital fidelity. I even got the impression he encouraged it. At any rate, the husband, Novak, came back and kicked up an awful fuss. I say, you don’t think he …?’
‘If you have any information about his whereabouts …’
‘No. I left, naturally, soon after he turned up. You might try that Porrick fellow. He was with Novak.’
‘Porrick? But I have already spoken to Mr Porrick. He said nothing about this.’
‘I dare say he was trying to be discreet. Novak has a motive, doesn’t he, Quinn?’
‘How was he when you left him?’
‘I wouldn’t say he was in a jealous rage, if that’s what you mean. I’ve been thinking about what happened. I think he knew that he would find me there. I think he came purposely. In order to blackmail me. He did not try actively to extort money from me, but he put me in a position where I naturally offered him money. Which he was happy to accept. I dare say that other fellow was there to get what he could out of it too. The only innocent party was Dolores. Quinn, what do you say to this? Dolores and Novak argued after I left. She wanted nothing to do with the blackmail affair and reproved him over his behaviour. It was this that enraged him. Influenced by the example of the film we had just seen, and by what happened to that poor girl in Cecil Court, he attacked her in the manner you have described.’
‘It’s more likely that she was in on it too. On the blackmail I mean. I observed them before the screening. They were working together.’
‘No. I will not accept that. What Dolores and I had, though brief, was … genuine. Good God, man. I would have done anything for her. She had no need to get mixed up in a sordid blackmail business. She knew I would have taken care of her.’
‘Would you have left your wife?’
‘What conceivable necessity would there have been to do that?’
Quinn let the question go unanswered. ‘Who saw you in her company?’
‘I don’t know. Everyone there, I suppose.’
‘When news of her death comes out, your name …’
‘My name will be kept out of it. Not on my behalf, you understand. But for the good of the country.’
‘You were very indiscreet, Lord Dunwich. Are you aware that not only was there a newspaper journalist present, there was also a newspaper proprietor there?’
‘Yes. Harry Lennox. Of course. I think we can trust Lennox to do the right thing.’
‘Why do you say that?’
‘Well, I know he’s Irish, but we can count on his support in this, I think. Harry Lennox always acts in accordance with Harry Lennox’s own best interests. And I think I can persuade him that his interests in this case are best served by keeping my name out of his newspaper.’
‘But there may be others – your friend Hartmann, for example – who would wish to use the threat of exposure as a lever to ensure your cooperation in their own enterprises.’
‘I really cannot accept that Hartmann is anything but … a friend to our country.’
‘And I find it hard to understand your faith in him.’
‘Let me just say that in the past, he has proved himself in this capacity.’
‘He has supplied you with secrets regarding German military intentions or arrangements?’
‘He has proved himself to be a friend.’
‘Is that not an excellent way to earn your trust? Which he may hold in reserve until such time as he may employ it to the greatest effect?’
‘Do you not have any other theories?’
‘Theories that are not based on evidence are merely wild speculation. We know that you were sent an object that has the appearance of an eye. Subsequent to that, two women were attacked in a similar manner that seems related to the object you were sent. That is to say, their eyes were gouged out. One of those women is dead. The other has disappeared.’
‘Is that so?’
‘Yes, unfortunately. One of the victims can be linked to you. The other – well, I have not asked you about her, Lord Dunwich. Did you see the woman who was attacked in Cecil Court?’
‘Yes, I saw her.’
‘And … how may I put this? Have you ever had relations with her of a similar nature to those you had with Dolores Novak?’
There was a pause before Lord Dunwich answered: ‘I had never seen her before last night.’
Quinn was unable to see Dunwich’s face. Hard to know, from his voice alone, whether he was telling the truth.
‘Where do we go from here, Quinn?’
‘In the interests of public order, I would request that Waechter’s film is withdrawn from exhibition.’
‘That is a matter for the Home Office. You will have to apply to them. I dare say Sir Edward will arrange it for you. But, if I may say so, is that not rather a case of closing the stable door after the horse has bolted?’
‘Two women have been attacked already. Both are connected with the film, one as a spectator, the other as an actress performing in it. If there is another attack, we will be criticized – and rightly so.’