her,â Paniatowski replied.
âA railway porter called Higgins. He says he saw her get off the train from Manchester last Wednesday.â
âThat was the day on which we think she died!â
âExactly!â
âWhy didnât he contact us before?â
âBecause heâs an idle bastard?â Beresford speculated, his voice tinged with anger. âBecause heâs got about as much a sense of civic responsibility as a corporation lamp-post has?â
âWas there anything else that he could tell you, apart from when she arrived in Whitebridge?â
âHe thinks he remembers that she was carrying a small bag or suitcase, but he canât remember what colour it was.â
âAnd we still havenât found that, have we?â
âNo. We havenât found the coat she was wearing, either.â
âIâll meet you at headquarters in half an hour, Colin,â Paniatowski said, and hung up.
When she returned to the living room, she saw that her daughter was grinning again.
âWell?â Louisa asked.
âThank you for your help, darling, I really appreciate it,â Paniatowski said. âBut do you have to look so bloody smug?â
Louisa gazed down at the table. âIâm sorry, Mum,â she said, in a little girl voice.
âNo, youâre not,â Paniatowski said.
Louisa raised her head again, and the grin was still in place. âNo, Iâm not,â she agreed. âIs there a reward?â
âIndeed there is,â Paniatowski told her, âthe reward of knowing that youâve done your duty as a responsible citizen.â
âIâm not old enough to be a citizen,â Louisa pointed out. âBut I am old enough to be given a record voucher.â
âWell, youâve earned it,â Paniatowski conceded. âIn fact, if Iâm honest, youâve more than earned it.â
âGlad to oblige,â Louisa said.
It was relatively easy for the switchboard in Whitebridge police headquarters to make contact with the headquarters of the Cuerpo de PolicÃa Armada in Madrid, but rerouting the call to their office in Alicante took over half an hour, and it was another twenty minutes before anyone who spoke English could be found to deal with the inquiry.
The man who eventually came on the line said that his name was Captain Muñoz.
âNever been to Britain, but I spent a few years in the States,â he told Paniatowski. âSo what can I do for ya, Chief Inspector?â
âWe have a murder victim â a woman â here in Whitebridge who we believe may recently have come here from Calpe, or one of the outlying villages,â Paniatowski explained.
âOh yeah?â Captain Muñoz replied, but there was no real interest behind the question.
âWe were wondering if you could find out something about her background for us,â Paniatowski said.
âWe can look through the files and see what weâve got on her,â Muñoz suggested.
âIs she likely to be on your files?â Paniatowski asked.
âSure, if she was a subversive,â the captain replied, âand since she was in England when she got hit, Iâd guess thereâs a pretty good chance thatâs exactly what she was.â
âWould you care to explain the reasoning behind that?â Paniatowski asked cautiously.
Muñoz sighed at her obvious stupidity.
âMost Spanish women would never even think of leaving Spain unless theyâd got something to hide,â he explained.
She and the captain clearly had very different ways of looking at the world, Paniatowski decided.
âThe victim in the case was quite an old woman,â she said, hoping the information would make a difference to his attitude.
âThereâs no age limit for people who are intent on destroying the fatherland, lady,â the captain said.
âMaybe there is a file on her,â Paniatowski conceded