Free The Case of the Late Pig by Margery Allingham Page A

don’t like monkey-business with a corpse. It’s not a bit like my district. It’s indecent. I tell you I feel it, Campion. Ah, here’s Pussey. Anythin’ to report, my man?’
    Pussey and Lugg came up together. I could see their faces quite plainly, and I wondered how Bathwick could possibly have avoided seeing a rabbit-hole, much less a dyke.
    Pussey, I saw at once, was well over his first superstitious alarm. At the moment he was less mystified than shocked.
    ‘That’s a proper nasty thing, sir,’ he said, ‘so that is, now.’
    He led us into the shed and, with Lugg remaining mercifully silent in the background, gave us a fairly concise account of his investigations.
    ‘All these windows were bolted on the inside, sir, the same as you see them now, and the door was locked. At a quarter to eleven I went round the station just to see everything was all right for the night, and the body was here then. After that I went in to the front of the house, and I stayed there for some little time until I went up to my bedroom. I was just thinking about bed when Mr Campion here arrived with the young lady and Mr Lugg, and we come round here and made the discovery, sir.’
    He paused, took a deep breath, and Leo spluttered.
    ‘Did the key leave your possession?’
    ‘No, sir.’
    Leo’s natural reaction to the story of a miracle is to take it as read that someone is lying. I could hear him boiling quietly at my side.
    ‘Pussey, I’ve always found you a very efficient officer,’ he began with dangerous calm, ‘but you’re askin’ me to believe in a fairy story. If the body didn’t go through the windows it must have gone through the door, and if you had the only key –’
    Pussey coughed. ‘Excuse me, sir,’ he began, ‘but Mr Lugg and me we made a kind of discovery, like. This building was put up by Mr Henry Royle, the builder in the Street, and Mr Lugg and me we noticed that several other buildings in this yard, sir, which were put up at the same time, all have the same locks, like.’
    Leo’s rage subsided and he became interested.
    ‘Any of the other keys here missin’?’
    ‘No, sir; but as Mr Royle has done a lot of work hereabouts lately, it doesn’t seem unlikely –?’
    He broke off on the question.
    Leo swore, and it seemed to relieve him.
    ‘Oh, well, we shan’t get any help there,’ he rumbled. ‘Wonder you trouble to lock the place at all, Pussey. Damned inefficient. Typical of the whole county,’ he added to me under his breath.
    But Pussey had more to offer. With considerable pride he led us over the rough grass by the side of the shed to the tarred fence which marked the boundary line of police property. Three boards had been kicked down and there was a clear way into the narrow lane beyond.
    ‘That’s new,’ he said. ‘That’s been done tonight.’
    A cursory search of the lane revealed nothing. The ground was hard and the surface was baked mud interspersed with tufts of grass. It was Pussey who put the general thought into words.
    ‘Whoever moved him must’a done it between quarter to eleven and twenty-five minutes past. Seems very likely that was done with a car, or a cart. He was a heavy fellow. If you’ll excuse me, sir, I think the best thing is for us to wait till the morning and then question all those as live nearby. Seems like we can’t do nothing while that’s dark.’
    In the end we left it at that. Pepper Junior collected Leo and I sent Lugg back with the Lagonda. Pussey went to bed and I walked off down the grassy lane behind the shed. The moon was sinking and already there were faint streaks of light in the east. It was colder and I was in the mood to walk home.
    The lane went on for some distance between high hedges. Pussey had given me clear directions how to get on to the road again, and I sauntered on, my mind on the business.
    Leo and Pussey, I saw, were outraged. The murder had shaken them up, but this apparently wanton disturbance of the dead shocked them