objected mildly.
âWeâd not noticed,â the older Earnshaw added. âWeâre a bit preoccupied at the minute. Weâve other problems to worry about. Youâll have heard about the financial difficulties weâve run into. Simonâs whereabouts were the last thing on my mind this week, till he failed to turn up to meet his brother this evening.â
âSo when did you last see Simon?â Thackeray asked.
âWeâve not seen him since Christmas, but I spoke to him on the phone on Sunday to arrange a meeting at the Clarendon today. There was some business stuff we needed to discuss,â Matthew said. The crisis appeared to have sobered him up.
âSimon is a major shareholder in the company,â his father added dully.
âBut he doesnât work for you?â Thackeray asked.
âNo, he used to, but not now. He did a management degree and I put him in charge of marketing and administration when he finished. He was very good. But then a year or so ago he had some sort of conversion to green politics and decided to go back to university to do a postgraduate degree. He said he wanted nothing to do with the company any more. Or the family, it seems. Heâs kept himself very much to himself since.â
âHe kept his bloody shares, though,â Matthew said. âHe wasnât so converted he didnât know which side his bread was buttered.â
âSo you wouldnât have expected to see him regularly?â
âWe speak to him on the phone if we need to. His mother meets him in town for lunch now and again, though she doesnât think I know that,â Frank Earnshaw said, his bitterness overcoming the anxiety in his faded blues eyes.
âHe knew how important it was to talk about the problems at the mill,â Matthew said. âWe told him it was urgent and he didnât object, just said he wasnât keen to come up to the mill or out to Broadley. He suggested the Clarendon. I think he thought it was some sort of joke. Itâs not the sort of place he goes these days.â
âSo you wouldnât normally expect him to be jogging on Broadley Moor?â Thackeray said. âToo close to home, maybe?â
âI wouldnât expect him to be jogging anywhere,â Matthew said sourly. âHeâs not the type. Unless thatâs another sort of conversion heâs gone through that we donât know about.â
âDo you happen to have a photograph of Simon with you?â Thackeray asked. âWe could possibly eliminate this body quite quickly without any more distress â¦â
âI brought this one from his flat,â Frank Earnshaw said. âI thought if we reported him missing youâd want one.â
He reached into an inside pocket and pulled out a snapshot of a young man standing outside a substantial Victorian house beside Frank himself and a woman Thackeray guessed must be his wife.
âIt was taken about three years ago, but heâs not changed much. Hairâs a bit longer, maybe.â
Thackeray looked at the photograph carefully but his hopes of finding some distinguishing characteristic, such as dark hair or unusual stature, which could make it impossible that the body in the Infirmary freezer could be Simon Earnshaw, faded almost at once. Simon was about the right height, and as fair-haired as the unknown victim, and allowing
for three years, of around the same build. He sighed and handed the photograph back to Frank Earnshaw.
âIâm sorry,â he said. âItâs impossible to rule him out. I think youâd better have a look at the man who was found the other morning.â
As the quartet walked the short distance across the city centre to the Infirmary and down into the basement where it had been arranged that a technician would retrieve the remains of the unknown jogger, Thackeray explained as gently as he could the nature of the injuries that had been
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