fear Iâve found another one.â
âThatâs surely not very likely?â
âYou never know. In my calling â¦â
âAn occupational hazard, you think? At all events Iâm much obliged to you, Mr Thickett.â Carolus passed him a pound note which disappeared as though a conjuror had held it. âYouâve been most helpful.â
âDid She tell you where to find me?â
Carolus, who was accustomed to meet pronouns unrelated and incorporate, appearing from nowhere, as it were, was somewhat at a loss this time.
âHer near the quarry,â explained Thickett, unable to pronounce the name.
âAs a matter of fact she did,â said Carolus.
âI thought so. It only shows.â
âShe also said you were clever, Mr Thickett.â
âThatâs no compliment coming from her. I make no claims to cleverness or anything else. It wouldnât do in my walk of life.â
âDid you know the other murdered woman?â
âI attend St Augustineâs church,â said Mr Thickett, âso I could scarcely help knowing her by sight, could I? Poor lady, Iâm told she looked as horrible as the one I found. What kind of a madman would do a thing like that, I should like to know?â
âNot mad,â said Carolus, âclever.â
He left Thickett staring up over his tankard.
7
âI TâS all very interesting,â said Rupert Priggley over lunch âand Iâve no doubt youâre beginning to âsee lightâ or âform the first vague ideaâ, or whatnot. But you must admit youâre being rather leisurely about it.â
âIâm on holiday. Recovering from an illness.â
âOh phoo-ee. If you thought there was any urgency youâd be leaping about in disguise or tearing round cross-examining people like a lunatic. I suppose youâve got your reason for playing it slow. Or is it the effect of this town?â
Carolus took a glance round the dining-room. It was the briskest scene of the day at the Royal Hydro.
âAfter all, itâs quite a lurid little affair,â went on Rupert. âTwo elderly ladies, whose only offence appears to be that they had a lot of money, strangled in the same night and in the same district. You canât call it dull, can you? Yet here you are, asking a few questions, interviewing a few people who even you could scarcely call suspects â¦â
âI donât see why not.â
âMrs Goggs? Thickett in his humble calling? The Baxeters? Come now, sir.â
âWho would you say was a suspect?â
âWell, anyone in the town, I suppose.â
âWhy limit it to the town? Thereâs the man who bought gold from each of the two women. He lives in London. No, Rupert. Youâve missed the whole point.â
âGo on. Iâll buy it. Iâll be Doctor Watson. Whatâs the whole point?â
âThis case is unique in my experience. In every other murder case Iâve ever touched the motive has been clear and Iâve had to look for suspects. In this Iâve got my suspects and cannot for the life of me understand the motive.â
âMoney, surely.â
âHow? No one benefits from the death of both women.â
âI see what you mean. What do we do, then? Bash on regardless?â
âExactly. Routine enquiries. Youâll find it will take shape.â
âWho is next?â
âA bootmaker called Humpling.â
The shop was a small one-room affair and its proprietor, a thin and nervous-looking man whose face wore a perpetually crestfallen expression, was at work in it. Carolus explained his business.
âOh dear,â said the bootmaker in a somewhat whining voice. âIâve told the police all I know. It seems very hard that I should have to go over it again.â
âYou donât
have
to,â said Carolus. âYou can refuse to tell me anything at