certainty that the world had nothing more wonderful to offer. He should have realized that to believe one had reached a peak was to accept that the only way forward was down. It hadnât been long afterwards that Juana-MarÃa had died, pinned against a wall by a car driven by a drunken Frenchman â¦
Inés returned, accompanied by Susana who poured out for herself what coffee remained. He produced the photocopy of Karenâs residencia and passed it across. âDo you recognize her?â he asked Susana.
She held it well away from her face, then opened her handbag and brought out a case from which she took a pair of spectacles. She put them on and examined the photograph a second time. âThatâs her. Sheâs married, isnât she?â
âShe is.â
âBut not to the man who drove her here?â
âNo.â
âSo whoâs he?â
âI donât yet know, but I expect Iâll find out.â
Susana finished her coffee. âYou reckon the señor definitely didnât drown accidentally, donât you?â
âI donât yet know whether he did or not.â
She turned to Inés. âIf thatâs the case, youâd better tell him about the glass.â
âHe wonât want to hear about that,â she said scathingly. âHer friend drives one of those lovely BMWs. Francisco says itâll do two hundred and fifty kilometres an hour. Just imagine!â
âItâs ridiculous to go so fast.â
Inés giggled. âLorenzo says you drive so slowly that you donât even do sixty downhill.â
âI think of other people.â
Alvarez intervened in what appeared to be a long-running argument. âWhat is there to tell me about a glass?â
âItâs nothing,â Inés answered. âYou wouldnât be interested.â
âUntil I hear what this is about, I wonât know if thatâs right.â
âItâs just that one went missing.â
âA glass?â
âYes.â
âFrom where and when?â
âI went down Friday to tidy up around the pool âcause Susana said to do it â I couldnât think why since the señor wasnât there to fuss any moreâ¦â
âShow some respect,â Susana snapped.
Alvarez said peacefully: âAnd what happened when you tidied things up?â
âLike always, I checked the glass cupboard and there was two glasses missing. Youâd said youâd taken one to look at it, or something, but there wasnât no sign of the other. Thatâs all. Like as not, the señor had dropped it and broke it before he died.â
âThen heâd have told us to clear up the mess,â Susana said. âAnd even if for once heâd done something for himself, where was all the broken glass?â
âHow sure are you that thereâs one unaccounted for?â he asked.
âPositive,â Inés answered.
âWhen was the last time you knew all the glasses were there?â
âI donât know. The last time I looked, I suppose.â
âWhen would that have been?â
âThe day he died. I had to clean and tidy the poolhouse every morning, even if he didnât have visitors. Never met anyone so fussy.â
âAnd every morning, you checked the contents of the glass cupboard?â
âIf something wasnât in its right place, heâd start shouting. Heâd a terrible temper and he could become real nasty.â
âYou shouldnât speak like that of someone whoâs died,â Susana said.
âI speak as I find.â
Alvarez wondered how much of Inésâs sharp criticism had its roots in the incident in the library.
Inés said: âIt donât signify, does it? Just a missing glass.â
âIâm not so certain.â He saw Susanaâs quick smile of satisfaction at his answer ⦠Inés could be mistaken and one