Inspector.â
Jury pocketed the photo, smiled. âItâs Superintendent, actually.â Ordinarily, he didnât bother to correct the mistake, realizing that âinspectorâ was merely a generic term to most people, covering any policeman who wasnât âconstable.â But the Fabricants were too damned blasé and condescending to allow him to let the demotion stand.
âAh,â said Ilona, inclining her head in lack of apology. He doubted she apologized for very much. âDid you see Mona Dresser? You would, of course, the coat having belonged to her. It is a lovely coat. I know Russian sable. I own one.â
Olivia turned to Nicholas. âNicholas, you remember going to collect the money for the sable coat? The shop in the Old Brompton Road?â
âYes, of course.â He looked at Jury. âWhy?â
âI thought the shop assistant, or whoever you talked to, might have said something that would help us find her, something that might identify the buyer,â Jury said.
âIt might have been a different person,â said Olivia.
Jury nodded. âDid the shop assistant say anything, Mr. Fabricant?â
Nick gave the impression he was thinking this over. âNo. Except she did remark on how quickly it sold. They hadnât had it very long; it had been in the window only a day. Surprising, she said, considering how much money was involved.â He scraped back the hair that had fallen across his forehead.
âYou didnât tell me that, Nicholas,â said Olivia.
He shrugged. âDidnât think it was important.â
âNikolai,â Pansy said, rising again to the challenge of names, ânot Nicholas.â
Jury thought Pansy might even have called him âSuperintendent,â given half a chance.
Sebastian said, âNick likes to claim his Russian provenance, you could say.â
âLike the coat,â said Ilona Kuraukov.
Nicholas looked embarrassed. âOh, itâs only a joke.â
Ilona raised her eyebrows theatrically. âI donât thank you for that, my dear!â She said to Jury, at the same time fixing a cigarette into a long ebony holder, âYou know, Superintendent Jury, this business of the sableâitâs a very slender thread youâve got hold of.â
âI donât know, Madame Kuraukov. After all, it led me to you.â He smiled.
She stopped in the lighting of the cigarette, looking stunned by both the smile and the compliment. At least, she took it as a compliment. Probably she did most things. She seemed born to deserve them.
Jury rose and handed Sebastian his card, took Sebastianâs and his brotherâs in return. He looked at all of them, at the strangely united front they presentedâdespite what internecine battles might go on between themâsaid good-bye to Olivia (who had risen to go with him) and that he could see himself out, and left.
7
T he fish are arranged, whole, to break through the crust, the dead eyes staring upwards .â Melrose Plant stole a covert glance over the top of the cookery book. He knew she would say it was disgusting and that he was making it up.
Said Agatha, âThat is absolutely disgusting.â
(Right.)
âNo one would eat that. Youâre making it up.â
(Right again.)
âItâs right here, word for wordâ (although he himself had added the garnish of âdeadâ fish eyes). He tapped the book. âStarry-gazey Pie. Thatâs what they call it.â
She was marmalading another scone. âInstead of spending your time sitting around all day trying to think up nonsense to fool me with, you would do better to attend to that neglected gardenââshe poked her head forward in the direction of Ardry Endâs extensive groundsââand do some planting. You hired that Momaday person, remember, and all he does is wander about.â
Melrose put the book between the chair arm