Arms Green and spread out as far as Birmingham. No shortage of machine shops or foundries, brass or otherwise, but none of the managers or owners had ever had any South African visiting them â and there was no reason why any of the men working on the shop floor would have taken particular notice of any stranger being shown around. Happens all the time.â
âThe coin might have been in his pocket for all sorts of reasons. Maybe he collected foreign coins. Maybe heâd visited there at some time. Doesnât necessarily make him South African.â
âThat wasnât ruled out.â
âAnd the assumption was that heâd been killed and buried just before the big freeze, before the ground got too hard to dig?â
âThe ground was hard before the snow came. Weâd had some heavy frosts and that must have been why he wasnât buried so deep. Waste of energy trying.â
âAnd since he wasnât wearing an overcoat, nor a scarf or gloves, come to that, in that weather, he was likely killed indoors and transplanted there.â
âRight. Though why out at Maxstead is anyoneâs guess.â
The place where heâd been found was at the edge of a small covert well off the beaten track, though accessible â just â by vehicle. The grave had necessarily been shallow due to the hardness of the ground at the time, covered by an insufficient layer of what loose earth the killer had managed to remove. Scavengers would have found him earlier but for the freezing temperatures; it was only when the snow began to melt and caused the disturbed earth to settle that the corpseâs boot had been revealed.
âSomeone who had access to a vehicle of some sort put him there,â Joe said, âa car, or even a van. But we never got anywhere with that.â Every year saw the number of private car owners or van drivers increasing, not least in Folbury, and without anything more concrete to go on, an extended search would have been fruitless. âAnyway, no one in the area has ever reported a missing man, and no hotel â from here to Brum â ever had a guest, South African or otherwise, who failed to turn up and claim his belongings when he should have done.â Joe watched Reardon as he added, âBy the way, I â er â went out to Maxstead Court only yesterday. Inspector Waterhouse asked me to let Lady Scroope â sorry, Lady Maude, they say she must be called â know that the enquiries were being suspended.â
âWatch how you go, Gilmour,â Waterhouse had warned sourly. âNo putting your size tens where they shouldnât be.â The inspector had been mortified that he wasnât the one to visit the Dowager Lady Scroope and reassure her that she need give no more thought to the matter of the dead man found on her estate: he was after all the senior officer at Folbury. But the decision had been taken out of his hands by instructions from above that her Ladyship was to be informed immediately, just as he was about to leave to catch the 12.10 for Newcastle.
Considering his reception by the lady and the man called Frith who was with her, Joe could have wished Waterhouse the joy of it. Perfectly polite, of course â thank you very much, Sergeant, good of you to let us know, good afternoon â as if the discovery of the body of a murdered man on the estate had been nothing more than an irritating matter, albeit one best cleared up. Obviously glad to be able to forget the whole business. âI think,â Joe said thoughtfully, âshe was very â er â relieved.â
For a while Reardon said nothing, thoughtfully tapping his pencil on the desk. âThen she might not be too pleased if we start making enquiries again. So keep them discreet.â
âSo the case might be reopened, sir?â Joe brightened visibly.
âNot at this stage, no chance. Doesnât mean we shouldnât bear it in