Brave had him so cold he didnât care anymore.â
âHis whole approach to things had been turned round on him?â
âSomething like that.â
âDid he still see Brave? Socially I mean?â
âNo, not to my knowledge. But they hadnât met regularly anyway.â
I was interested but there were lots of loose ends. I played with the menu while I considered them. The story had a ring of truth but it was a bit too close to the first episode of husband and betrayal for comfort. Her innocence looked to be stretched a bit thin. I tried to keep the scepticism out of my voice as I asked the question. âHow do you know all this happened? You said you werenât aware of what Brave had done in the case of your first husband. Why are you so sure about all this now?â
The question was important. If she slid about on it the whole thing could be a pack of lies. Dancers can be actresses. Only another good serve of her directness would incline me to believe her. She was direct.
âBrave told me himself,â she said. âI went to him one day when Mark was black-minded and told him that I thought he was driving Mark crazy. I threatened to go to the police and accuse him of drugging and molesting me. I said Iâd finish him professionally and in every other way.â
âWhat did he say?â It wasnât hard to guess.
âHe laughed at me. He said there were good reasons why I wouldnât do what Iâd said. He threatened to name me as an accomplice in the blackmailing of James. He said he had so much on Mark that he could play with him just as he pleased and that he could ruin him and put me on the streets. He didnât want to. Mark was making him rich and he was happy with things as they were. If I left him alone, heâd leave me alone. He said heâd ease up on Mark, but I guess he couldnât. Heâs a greedy bastard.â
âHowâs that?â
âHe pushed Mark past the limit, he must have done. Mark was dead about ten days after I had this talk with Brave.â
âAre you sure he killed himself?â
âNo, Iâm not. But he was in a tortured state in the last few days and a gun was found near his body. The coronerâs verdict was suicide but Iâm sure such things can be arranged.â
She stopped when the waiter arrived to take the order. I called for half a dozen oysters naturelle and some grilled whiting. She said sheâd have the same and took about half a glass of hock when that arrived. Waiters were hovering about and she smoked and made some small talk until we had privacy again. The golden brown fish fillets and potato chips hid among the salad like Dyaks in the jungle. We pushed them about and sipped the wine. I tried to fill her glass but she glared at me. I munched a few decent mouthfuls of fish and got on with it.
âYou think the police didnât pursue the matter satisfactorily?â
She mashed up some fish and salad and pushed the mess aside. She hadnât eaten a single potato chip and I had to keep myself from reaching over and spearing them. I drained my glass instead and filled it from the bottle which was still healthy. She lit a cigarette and more smoke drifted into my face than seemed necessary.
âWhat are you so cautious about, Hardy?â she asked. âYour licence?â
I shrugged and took in a bit more wine. âYou were talking about your husbandâs death,â I said. She nodded and did her cigarette flicking act again. The ash sprayed into the plates and I pushed mine aside.
âLook, this gets back to your question about Markâs records, if youâre still interested. Mark died at his desk, in his study. The police found a secret safe in the study, one I didnât know about. It had been opened. It was empty. Maybe Mark kept the records there.â
I nodded. âThat sounds like a lead for the police, didnât they take it