'Do you know anything more about him, other than that he's wifeless?'
'Yes,' said Larry. 'He's not womanless-that came out very strongly in the court case. But beyond that, nothing.' We crossed the Thames at Marlow, and I said, 'We'll check the hospital first, then go to the police station and I'll introduce you to a good copper. How good are you at grovelling? I might need a few lessons.' The hospital car park was full so I put the car illicitly into a doctor's slot. I saw Jack Brent, who was trailing Penny, so that meant she was in the hospital; he was talking to someone over his radio. I was about to go over to him when someone hailed me, and I turned to find Honnister at my elbow. He seemed quite cheerful as I introduced Larry. I said, 'I got some wires crossed yesterday. My people didn't ask for reports; the request came from elsewhere.' He smiled. 'I thought the Super was a bit narky this morning. Not to worry, Mr. Jaggard. A man can't do more than his best.' 'Any progress?' 'I think we have the make of car. A witness saw a Hillman Sceptre close to Ashton's place on Saturday afternoon. The driver fits the description of the suspect. A dark blue car and spring-loaded bonnet, so it fits.' He rubbed his hands. 'I'm beginning to think we stand a chance on this one. I want to get this man before Miss Ashton for a firm identification.' I shook my head.
'You won't get it. She's blind.' Honnister looked stricken. 'Christ!' he said savagely. 'Wait till I lay hands on this whoreson!' 'Stand in line. There's a queue.' 'I'm just going up to see her. The doctor says she's fit to talk.' 'Don't tell her she's blind-she doesn't know yet.
And don't tell her sister.' I pondered for a moment. 'We have reason to believe another attack may be made on her. Can you put a man in the hospital?' 'That's asking something,' said Honnister. He paused, then asked, 'Do you know what's wrong with the bloody force? Too many chiefs and not enough Indians. If there's a multiple smash on the M4 we'd be hard put to it to find four uniformed men for crowd control.
But go into the nick in Slough and you can't toss a pebble in any direction without it ricocheting off three coppers of the rank of chief inspector or higher.' He seemed bitter. 'But I'll see what I can do.' I said, 'Failing that, give the hospital staff a good briefing.
No stranger to get near Gillian Ashton without authority from you, me or the Ashton family. Pitch it to them strong.' Brent left his car and joined us and I introduced him to Honnister. 'Everything okay?' 'She's inside now; that's her car over there. But this town is hell on wheels. She went shopping before she came here and led me a devil of a dance. There's nowhere to park-I got two tickets in half an hour.'
'Hell, we can't have that.' I could imagine Penny being abducted while my man argued the toss with a traffic warden. I said to Larry, 'I want CD plates put on all our cars fast.' 'Oh, very tricky!' said Honnister admiringly. Larry grinned. 'The Foreign Office won't like it.'
'Nothing to do with the Foreign Office,' observed Honnister. 'It's just a convention with no legal significance. A copper once stopped a car with CD plates and found a Cockney driver, so he asked him what CD stood for. The bloke said, "Cake Deliverer". And he was, too.' He shrugged. 'There was nothing he could do about it.' He nudged me.
'Coming in?' 'I'll join you inside.' Jack Brent waited until Honnister was well out of earshot before saying, 'I thought it best not to talk in front of him, but Ashton and Benson haven't been found.' 'Ashton isn't at his office?' 'No, and he isn't at home, either.' I thought about it. In the course of his business Ashton might be anywhere in the Home Counties; he might even have gone to London. And there was nothing to say that Benson was a prisoner in the house; he had to go out some time. All the same, I didn't like it. I said, 'I'm going to the house. Come on, Larry.' I turned to Brent. 'And you stick close to Penny Ashton. For Christ's sake, don't lose her.' I drove a little faster than I should on the way to Ashton's place, and when I got there I leaned on the bell-push until Willis arrived wearing an annoyed expression. 'There's no one in,' he said abruptly. 'I want to make sure of that. Let me in.' He hesitated and then opened the gate reluctantly and I drove up to the house. Larry said, 'He's a surly devil.' 'But reliable, I'd say.' I stopped before the front door, got out, and rang the bell. It was a fair time before the door opened and I was confronted by the maid who looked surprised to see me. 'Oh, Mr.
Jaggard, Miss Penny's not here. She's at the hospital.' 'I know. Mr.
Ashton's not in?' 'No, he's out, too.' 'What about Benson?' 'I haven't seen him all morning.' I said, 'Mind if we come in? I'd like to use the telephone.' In response she opened the door wider. Larry and I walked into the ball, and I said, 'You're Mary Cope, aren't you?'
'Yes, sir.' 'Have you seen either Mr. Ashton or Benson at all today?'
'No, sir.' 'When was the last time you saw them?' 'Well, not really to see,' she said. 'But they were in the study last night; I heard them talking. That would be about nine o'clock. Just before, really, because I was going up to my room to catch the nine o'clock news and I switched on five minutes early.' She paused, wondering if she was right in talking of the doings of the family. After all, I hadn't been around all that long. She said nervously, 'Is this anything to do with what happened to Miss Gillian?' 'It could be.' 'Mr. Ashton's bed wasn't slept in,' she volunteered. I glanced at Larry who raised his eyebrows. 'What about Benson's bed?' 'I haven't looked-but he always makes up his own bed.' 'I see. I'll use the telephone if I may.' I rang the hospital, asking for Penny, and told the operator she'd be in or near the intensive care unit. It was a long time before she came on the line. 'I hope you haven't waited long,' she said. 'I slipped away for a cup of tea. Gillian's much better, Malcolm; she's talking to Honnister now, and she doesn't mind a bit.' I said, 'Did you tell your father about us last night?' 'No. He'd gone to bed when I got in.'
'Did you tell him this morning?' 'No. I slept late and he'd gone out when I got up. I expect Mary made breakfast for him.' I didn't comment on that. 'When did you last see Benson?' Her voice was suddenly wary.
'What's the matter, Malcolm? What's going on?' I said, 'Look, Penny, I'm at your house. I'd like you to come home because I want to talk to you about something. I expect Honnister will be at the hospital for quite some time, and there's nothing you can do there.' 'There's something wrong, isn't there?' she said. 'Not really. Ill tell you when I see you.' 'I'm coming now.' She rang off. I put down the receiver and looked around, to see Mary Cope regarding me curiously from the other end of the hall. I jerked my head at Larry and gave him my keys. 'In the special compartment of my car you'll find a file on Ashton. There's a list of the cars he owns-on page five, I think. Nip round to the garage and see what's missing. Then go down to the gate and ask Willis what time Ashton and Benson left here.' He went quickly and I walked into Ashton's study. On his desk were two envelopes; one addressed to Penny and the other to me. I picked up mine and broke the seal. The note might have been enigmatic to anyone else, but to me it was as clear as crystal. It read: My dear Malcolm, You are far too intelligent a man not to have seen what I was driving at in our more recent conversa tions. You may be acquainted with the French proverb:
Celui qui a trouve un bon gendre a gagne un fils; mais celui qui en a recontre un mauvais a perdu une fille. Marry Penny with my blessing and make her happy-but, for her sake, be a bad son-in-law. Yours, George Ashton.