hat and gave it a bash on the door handle. âOf course, itâs more useful to remember where your keys are than to recall the details of Charles IIâs exile in Holland, but thatâs just the way my mind works. I canât bear those people who only talk about arthritis and ring roads and television and mending gutters, although one does recognize the need for them, if only because they occasionally provide babies who grow up to be more interesting.â
âThatâs generous of you,â said May, not without sarcasm. âI have a dilemma.â
âAh. What to do with me, I imagine.â
âPrecisely so.â
âIâm not having a carer.â
âNo, but the problem is suddenly pressing.â
âYou mean a case has come in.â
âYou have an encyclopaedic knowledge of the Thames. I really need your help but I canât risk you wandering off again. Arthur, Iâm trying to be delicate about thisââ
âPlease donât be. Delicacy is the curse of the Englishman.â
âThat morning on Waterloo Bridge.â
âAh.â Bryantâs face scrunched into a map of wrinkles as if the thought pained him.
âI thought Iâd lost you. I watched you head off into the fog to say your goodbyes to London and honestly thought Iâd never see you again. You can be a right sod sometimes.â
Bryant bounced back in his seat. âI have the theatrical gene. And I
did
go to say goodbye to London. But perhaps London isnât quite finished with me.â
âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean that there are still a few things I have to do.â
âDr Gillespie doesnât think you have much time left.â
âWhat if I stayed at the office and didnât take on any fieldwork, would that satisfy you?â
âIâd much rather you were in the office, but itâs not up to me,â said May, wiping condensation from the window and gazing out into the sodden November world. âIâm afraid itâs Raymondâs decision.â
Bryant brushed aside the idea. âOh, I can wrap him around my little finger.â
âNot this time, old sock. The PCUâs performance is being monitored. Raymondâs being watched every step of the way. City of London HQ know about your doctorâs report and they donât want you anywhere near the case. They need to see how the unit fares without your help.â
âSo they can take away its powers once Iâm gone,â scoffed Bryant. âWhat if nobody knew I was there?â
âHow would that work?â
âGet me picked up and dropped off at the building in the morning, send me home by cab at night. No one from outside would need to know.â
âIf they found out, weâd be for the chop.â
âThen they wonât find out,â said Bryant, attempting to look innocent. âI promise. We must stand firm and do what we know to be right. We always knew this day was coming. You have to lie.â
âWait a minute,â said May, âwhat happened to âweâ?â
The taxi had stopped a little way before the great bronze statue of Isaac Newton at the British Library. âThe trafficâs bad,â said Bryant. âBefore we arrive at the unit why donât you quickly fill me in?â
âAll right,â May conceded, realizing he had agreed to do something illegal without actually saying he would. âA young woman was found on the Thames foreshore this morning, on the site of the old Tower Hill Beach near the Queenâs Stairs. Sheâd been chained to a stone post by her left wrist some time the night before and left to drown. The tide had come in and gone out, but we have some remains of footprints. Unfortunately they belong to only one person going in one direction, down to the water.â
âWell, that throws up at least a dozen anomalies in itself,â said Bryant,
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