‘Mary said that he was tall, well dressed and had a nice voice.’
‘It was too nice a voice,’ she said, gruffly, ‘and that’s what troubled me. He had a smooth tongue on him and no mistake. Also …’ She shut the door at the bottom of the staircase so that Mary couldn’t hear her. ‘Also,’ she continued, ‘I didn’t like the way that he looked at my daughter. Mary didn’t notice — God bless her — but I did.’
‘What exactly do you mean?’ wondered Leeming.
‘He was ogling her, sir.’
‘Didn’t your husband object?’
‘He was too busy counting the money.’
Colbeck questioned her further but there was nothing she could tell them about the stranger that her daughter hadn’t already divulged. There was a creaking of the floorboards above their heads then feet came down the rickety staircase. Mary entered in a smock. Over her arm was the dress belonging to Imogen Burnhope.
‘Do I have to give it back?’ she asked, wistfully.
During the drive to Worcester, Edward Tallis became increasingly uncomfortable. His companions exerted joint pressure on him, urging him to forget the whole incident and to drop all charges. While not wishing to offend them, the superintendent kept repeating that a crime had been committed and that punishment was therefore due. Tunnadine’s reasoning quickly turned to vituperation and he had to be calmed down by Sir Marcus. The older man tried a different approach.
‘Your writ does not run here, Superintendent,’ he warned.
‘We shall see about that, Sir Marcus.’
‘The Detective Department is part of the Metropolitan Police. It is supreme in London but far less so in the provinces.’
‘Then why were you so anxious to engage our services?’ asked Tallis, pointedly. ‘If you believe that power should reside with local constabularies, why didn’t you turn to one of them? I’m sure that Worcester has its share of willing Dogberries.’
‘I wanted the best detective,’ said Sir Marcus, crisply.
‘You got him.’
‘I’m beginning to doubt that.’
‘So am I,’ said Tunnadine, acidly.
‘Had he been left alone to do his work,’ said Tallis, ‘I’m certain that Inspector Colbeck would have brought the investigation to a successful conclusion. Thanks to Mr Tunnadine’s foolhardy intervention, a man has been shot dead and Sir Marcus’s daughter is in greater jeopardy.’
‘I was trying to rescue her.’
‘Imogen was never there to be rescued,’ said Sir Marcus. ‘That rogue would have taken my money and given us nothing in return.’
‘Colbeck will hunt him down,’ Tallis told them. ‘Meanwhile, there are criminal charges to face. The law must run its course.’
Before Tunnadine could protest once more, Sir Marcus silenced him with a firm nudge. Tallis could not be bullied or persuaded to change his mind. No more words were exchanged during the rest of the journey. Lost in their private thoughts, the three men simply sat back in the carriage. Vernon Tolley was dejected. Having listened to the arguments bubbling away behind him, the coachman had heard no mention whatsoever of Rhoda Wills and no suggestion that she might still be alive. It alarmed him. In retrospect, he sided with Tallis. The blame for what happened should rest squarely on Tunnadine. He hoped that the politician would be held in custody but that hope was soon dashed.
When they reached the home of Joshua Pearl, the passengers alighted. The magistrate was a fleshy man in his fifties with jowls that wobbled as he spoke. In the presence of Sir Marcus, he was deferential to the point of obsequiousness and he was overly impressed to learn that Tunnadine was a Member of Parliament. Long before Tallis spoke, the outcome of the visit had been decided. The superintendent presented a strong case for the refusal of bail but it was swept aside with a flabby arm. Pearl released the prisoner for a nominal amount. As they left the magistrate’s house, Tunnadine grinned in triumph.
‘Do pass on the good news to Colbeck,’ he said to Tallis, ‘and you can tell that grotesque sergeant of yours that I’ll be suing him for assault.’
Offered the chance to ride the bay mare again, Leeming declined. He and Colbeck therefore walked back in the direction of Burnhope Manor with the inspector leading the horse by the rein. Both men were saddened by the fate of Mary and her mother and hoped that the compensation would bring them a measure of solace. Colbeck had promised to contact an undertaker in Worcester so that someone could be sent out to take care of the body. As long as it remained in the cottage, it would only deepen their misery.
‘It’s a pity they couldn’t tell us anything useful about that man,’ said Leeming.
‘But they did, Victor.’
‘Really? I heard nothing, sir.’
‘Mary told us what a fine horseman he was. She’s a country girl, accustomed to seeing riders in the saddle and able to judge the height of a horse at a glance. If this fellow is the former soldier I suspect, then Mary’s evidence puts him in a cavalry regiment. It’s a clue that may help us to find him.’
‘What about the mother?’
‘She remarked on his character. He’s a ladies’ man, no question of that.’
‘Soldiers always are,’ said Leeming. ‘With the exception of Superintendent Tallis, that is,’ he added with a mirthless laugh. ‘One woman is enough for me. When I met Estelle, it was the most wonderful moment of my life. Since then, I’ve never looked at another woman.’
‘The man we’re after behaves differently,’ said Colbeck. ‘My guess is that he’s a predator who’s had a number of ladies in his life, dazzled by his redcoat and brass buttons. Imogen Burnhope happens to be the latest one.’
‘What will happen to her, sir?’
‘I don’t rightly know. After the failure of today’s exercise, he may choose to cut and run, but I doubt it.’
‘The two ladies are assets. He won’t toss them away lightly.’
‘That’s my feeling, Victor. Do you remember the case we had in Wales?’
Leeming groaned. ‘I remember it only too well, sir. Someone stole a silver coffee pot in the shape of a locomotive and demanded a lot of money for it. I was unlucky enough to be the person who handed over the ransom.’ He removed his hat to rub his scalp. ‘I can still feel the blow that knocked me out. The villain took the money. All I got in return was a headache that lasted for a week.’
‘What happened then?’
Leeming pondered. ‘Ah, I see what you mean,’ he said at length. ‘There was a second demand and it was for a lot more money.’
‘That is what will happen here,’ decided Colbeck. ‘Our cavalry officer will be back for a larger ransom, to be exchanged under stricter conditions.’
‘How will Sir Marcus react to that?’
‘He’ll pay up. He has to, Victor. It’s the only way to get his daughter back.’
‘She must be going through the most terrible ordeal, poor woman.’
‘I wonder,’ said Colbeck. ‘Patently she’s been duped and is at the mercy of the kidnapper, yet she may not realise it. Imogen Burnhope is defenceless. By making her fall in love with him, he has the tightest possible hold on her.’
The hotel was luxurious and Imogen had everything that she wanted but the delay was irksome. Expecting to be hundreds of miles away by now, she was still in England. Suspicion slowly taking root, Rhoda Wills was restive. Most of the promises made had yet to be honoured and she was wondering if they ever would be. When she tried to confide her worries, however, they were completely ignored by Imogen. Her faith was absolute and she’d hear no criticism of the man she adored. It was only a question of time, she believed, before they sailed away on their adventure.
Imogen was at the window when she saw him come into view, cantering as he entered the courtyard and clattering across the cobbles. He tugged the horse to a halt and leapt from the saddle, leaving the animal to the ostler who came running from the stables. When Imogen moved to the door, Rhoda got there first.
‘We have to stay here,’ she reminded Imogen.
‘But I want to give him a welcome.’