‘Was he married?’ I asked.
‘Who — Sedel? Oh, you mean Burston. No — but he had plenty of friends in the district. A bit of a rough diamond, I gathered.’
‘Any money troubles?’
‘No, not as far as I can gather. He made a pile out in Mexico, I’m told. He worked through a lot of it. But the inspector did mention that he had a pretty solid bank balance.’
‘Did you know that he held a big block of shares in one of our leading industrial companies?’
‘No, that’s the first I’ve heard of it.’
I nodded and picked up my hat. ‘If you’re interested,’ I said, ‘get the list of shareholders of the Calboyd Diesel Company. And then find out who has his holding now.’ I left him looking rather puzzled and we drove up South Street to the police station.
‘Where does this Max Sedel come in?’ Freya asked.
‘I don’t know yet,’ I replied, as I pulled the car up to the kerb. ‘But I think he comes in somewhere.’
We had to wait some time for the inspector who had handled the case. When he came out to see us, I explained to him that I was interested in the case and wanted to ask him a few questions. He had intelligent brown eyes and he looked at me rather closely, I thought, as he told me to go ahead.
‘First of all,’ I said, ‘are you taking the view that it was an accident?’
At that he smiled and said, ‘That’s rather a leading question, Mr Kilmartin.’ He seemed to hesitate. ‘Are you acting for anyone in this matter?’ he asked.
‘No,’ I said, ‘I can claim no sort of privilege. But I happen to be interested in another matter with which Burston was connected.’
‘I see.’ Again he hesitated, and glanced at Freya. I explained that she was also interested in the matter. Then he said, ‘Well, quite frankly, Mr Kilmartin, I don’t know. It looks like an accident. But it may be suicide — you never know. But, mind you, there’s nothing to suggest that it was, and I’m inclined to let well alone.’
‘There’s no question of foul play?’ I asked.
‘Any reason why there should be?’ he asked, and again I was conscious of his eyes watching me closely.
‘I just wondered,’ I said. ‘It seems strange that a man who had lived four years in the district should turn left instead of right at the one dangerous spot on the whole of the road.’
‘Yes,’ he said, fingering his jaw. ‘Yes, I did consider the idea of foul play. But there was nothing to suggest it. The marks of the car ran straight across the turf. He had no enemies, as far as we can tell, and no fortune that would benefit any relations.’
‘Had he any relations?’ I asked.
‘Well, we’ve unearthed an old aunt up at Sheffield. He was a Yorkshire man, you know. There’s no will, so she’ll take what the State doesn’t.’
‘Did he leave much?’
‘Nothing vast.’
‘What about his holding in the Calboyd Diesel Company? He owned the better part of a million shares.’
‘Yes, but he’d been speculating pretty heavily. They were all mortgaged.’
‘What bank?’ I asked.
‘It wasn’t a bank. It was the Southern Thrift Society.’
That was what I had wanted to know. ‘What about this fellow Sedel?’ I asked.
‘Seems all right. Burston certainly was drunk. The proprietor of the Wish Tower Splendide himself was at the party and vouches for that. He’s one of our councillors. The fellow had been drinking heavily since the outbreak of war. Seems it had got on his nerves.’
‘Did he go to London much?’
‘Occasionally.’
‘For the day?’
‘No, for a night or two usually.’
‘Where did he stay?’
‘His club.’
‘The name?’
‘The Junior First National.’
I could see the inspector was getting tired of my questions since they did not appear to help him. I thanked him. But as I took my leave, I suddenly felt a wicked urge and, turning to him, I said, ‘You know, Inspector, I think you’ll find it’s murder.’
He came after me at that. ‘Perhaps you’ll explain, sir,’ he said.
But I shook my head and laughed. ‘There’s nothing to explain,’ I said. ‘I know no more than you. But that’s my view.’ And I climbed into the car and left him looking very puzzled on the steps of the police station.
After that we drove down to the front and up the twisting road to the downs. It was the first time Freya had seen Beachy Head and she fell immediately in love with the rolling downland country, which looked soft and pleasant in the warm sunshine. From Beachy Head itself the road to Birling Gap snakes down behind the cliffs. Ahead of it stands the old Belle Toute lighthouse and, in that fresh light, it looked very white on its steep knoll. The lighthouse is used as a residence now and a tarmac drive runs down the steep grass slope to join the road at the foot. It is here that the road comes closest to the cliff with only twenty yards or so of flat turf between it and a three-hundred-foot drop. The road swings away sharp to the right to round the Belle Toute hill and drop to Birling Gap, and, as I drew into the car-park, I couldn’t for the life of me understand how a man, drunk or sober, could have turned left, instead of right, even in a mist.
We crossed the turf to the cliff edge. The marks of the car’s wheels were still faintly visible and the chassis had torn into the edge of the cliff, where it had plunged downwards. Freya held my arm and we walked to the edge. The cliffs of the Seven Sisters away to our left were very white against the blue sky, and gulls circled incessantly with their mournful cries. Down below us the waves washed against the white cliffs, creamy with chalk. We lay down and peered over the edge. Above the creaming waves we caught sight of a car’s wheels. I felt Freya’s body shudder and I helped her back.
We said nothing as we drove back to Eastbourne. I was busy working out the next move. Freya, I fancy, was thinking of her father. We had a hasty lunch at a hotel on the front and then drove back to town. I returned the car to its garage and, having put Freya on to a trolley-bus in the Gray’s Inn Road, I took a bus to Piccadilly Circus and strolled down Lower Regent Street to Pall Mall. I turned in at the junior First National, and after a little persuasion I was allowed to go through the list of members. Burston’s name was there, and a little farther down I saw the name of Cappock. Ronald Dorman’s name was also on the list. For a small club I noticed quite a number of famous names, mainly industrial. There was Lord Emsfield and Viscount Chalney, Baron Marburg, Sir Adrian Felphem, a sprinkling of cabinet ministers and one or two of the newspaper magnates. And among this fine array I noticed the name Sedel — Max Sedel — and looking back I found Sir James Calboyd and those of the other Calboyd directors.
I left the club with the feeling that I was at last getting somewhere. It was not just coincidence that all these people belonged to the same club. Of course, it was possible that they had met as a result of being members. But I was inclined to think that they had met first and that their membership of the same club was designed to allow them to meet without exciting comment. And what about Sedel? Where did he come in?
I found a call-box at the corner of Lower Regent Street and rang up Henderson. ‘Do you know anything about the Southern Thrift Building Society?’ I asked. ‘Who controls it?’
He said, ‘Hold on a minute and I’ll have a look at Moody’s card.’ After a moment he returned. ‘Well, I can’t say whether anyone in particular controls it, but Ronald Dorman is the chairman.’ And then he ran through the list of directors, none of whom I knew.
I thanked him and rang off. Ronald Dorman was the chairman and the building society held the whole of Burston’s shares in Calboyds. Things seemed to be falling into place. Whilst I was in the booth, I decided to ring up Crisham. As I dialled the Yard number, my next move was slowly taking shape at the back of my mind. My idea was to cause as much trouble for the other side as I could. I was put straight through to Crisham and was just telling him what I thought about the Burston business, when he cut me short. ‘I’ve been wanting to speak to you,’ he said, His voice was sharp, almost imperative, and I realised that he was worried. ‘First, about that boat of Llewellin’s. It arrived at Calboyds’ yard just before midday yesterday and we took possession. And a hell of a nuisance it was, because Calboyds were furious and got on to the Admiralty, and before I knew where I was the Chief Commissioner was on to me to know why I had taken such a step. Well, I had my way in the end, though I was told to release it as soon as possible. But — and this is the point — a fire broke out at the Calboyd yard about three this morning. I had two men on guard on the boat, but they considered it their duty to attend the fire. When they came back the boat was gone.’