Heâs in his twenties, Iâd think, and with the present drain on subalterns I donât suppose heâll last more than a few weeks, but thatâs no excuse for his behaviour. Trouble is that new officers these days arenât out of the top drawer, so to speak, and even worse, Iâll probably find that he went to a grammar school.â
It was a remark that did little to endear Villiers to Hardcastle who had been the doubtful beneficiary of a London County Council elementary school education.
âIs this here Tindall still in France?â asked Hardcastle.
âI imagine so, but there again he might be dead,â commented Villiers, revealing the pessimistic fatalism of those soldiers who prosecuted the war from muddy rat-infested holes in France and Flanders.
âAs a matter of interest, why
didnât
you report any of this to Colonel Powell?â asked Hardcastle.
âI thought Iâd sort it out myself,â said Villiers. âAs I said just now, if Iâd placed the matter before the colonel, heâd have had no alternative but to have a summary of evidence taken, with a view to court-martialling Tindall.â
âThank you for calling in again, Captain Villiers. I doubt that Iâll need to speak to you again.â
âI hope not,â said Villiers. He paused at the door. âYou didnât tell me how you found where Annabel lived, Inspector.â
âNo, I didnât,â said Hardcastle.
FIVE
L ater that afternoon, Hardcastle was seated in his office, contentedly smoking his pipe and thinking. Occasionally, he would stand up and pace the office, sometimes stopping to stare unseeing at the Underground station below his window. After fifteen minutes of this deliberation he sent for Marriott.
âIâve been wondering about this here Second Lieutenant George Tindall of the Royal Field Artillery, Marriott.â
âWhat about him, sir?â
âItâs possible that he was being a bit clever in getting his own back on Villiers.â Hardcastle had almost convinced himself that Tindall was Reuben Goslingâs murderer. Or one of them. âSupposing he stole Sinclair Villiersâs expensive motor car and carried out the murder to throw suspicion on Captain Villiers?â
âHow would he know where Sinclair Villiers lived, sir?â
âIâd think he couldâve got that from the records at the unit where they were both serving?â suggested Hardcastle. âBut you seem to know more about the army than I do,â he added archly. âIs it possible?â
âI suppose so, sir,â said Marriott, surprised that for once the DDI was deferring to him. âBut if Tindall had wanted to kill Villiers, it wouldâve been easier for him to do it in Flanders, surely? According to Villiers, Tindall told him never to turn his back on him. My brother-in-law Frank reckons that quite a few sadistic NCOs have got a bullet in the back out there.â Frank Dobson was a sergeant-major in the Middlesex Regiment, and had told Marriott the tale of one or two vindictive sergeants who had met their end at the hands of their own men. In the absence of any evidence to the contrary, their deaths were put down as âkilled in actionâ. âMind you, sir,â continued Marriott, âI donât really see that Tindall would have such an opportunity; RFA officers donât go over the top like the infantry.â
âYes, but even so, that wouldnât have paid off his debts, Marriott, would it?â Hardcastle sat back, a satisfied smile on his face. âBut a handful of tomfoolery mightâve done. And, like I said, using Sinclair Villiersâs car to do it wouldâve thrown suspicion on Haydn Villiers.â
âBut do we know if anyone else knew about the debts, sir? It might just be a tale that Haydn Villiers put about because he didnât like the man.â
âOne way of finding