tidying up, making the tea for the working crew . . . that number.â
âYou paid him in cash?â
âYes, he preferred it that way.â
âSo he could claim dole money?â
âYes, the old, black economy number.â Pilcher paused. âMind you, it was peanuts, his pay really was his rent-free accommodation, and that was worth a few hundred pounds a week.â
âHow long did he live at Claremont Road?â
âOn and off for a good few months, possibly about a year. He took up with a woman in North London somewhere and then returned â kept a girl in the room so I believe. Really it was J.J. that handled it; I had more important issues to work on.â
âAlright, weâll go back and have another chat with Dunwoodie, because you see there is a little more to it . . .â
âOh?â
âYes, the girl you mentioned . . .â
âYes?â
âWell, she is also deceased.â
âOh, my, what has been going on at that house?â
âThatâs what we want to know; also the other tenants are in custody and wonât be going anywhere soon. So, what do you know of the girl?â
âNothing about her. I heard that she was living with him but I have no interest in employeesâ private lives. The purpose of the people in the ancillary properties is to keep the squatters out and do some occasional unskilled work. Like I said, I am a businessman and I am focused on other issues. If that is all . . .â
Vicary and Brunnie stood. âYes, that is all . . . for now.â
âFor now?â Pilcher also stood.
âWe never know what might develop, so yes, âfor nowâ.â Vicary smiled and walked to the door. He then turned and said, âOh, just one thing . . .â
âYes?â
âWhen âIrish Mickeyâ Dalkeith died, face down in the snow on Hampstead Heath, he had no food in his stomach, yet the pathologist said he was well-nourished.â
âSo?â
âSo, a well-nourished man with no food in his stomach is a puzzle.â
âIt is?â
âIt suggests that he had been starved of food for a day or two before he died.â
âDare say it might suggest that.â
âWell, it might mean something, it might not. Very early days yet and weâre in no hurry, but we are very dogged, eh, DC Brunnie?â
âWe are that, sir.â Brunnie smiled at Pilcher. âJust as dogged as dogged can be. We donât give up easily.â
âBut you know, he did us a favour,â Vicary continued.
âOh?â Pilcher seemed attentive, more so than hitherto, thought Vicary.
âYes, you know, he fell down right on top of a shallow grave. Might just be a coincidence, but as one of our constables said, it might also be that he was leading us there, right to the grave . . . a young adult female, quite short, about five feet tall, been there a few years . . . ten to fifteen years buried, something like that.â
Pilcher paled. His brow furrowed.
âYou donât know anything about that?â
âNo!â His reply was aggressive, defensive.
âWeâll find out who she was soon enough, and all roads will lead to Rome. If there is a connection between the late âIrish Mickeyâ Dalkeith and the deceased woman who lay concealed under his dead body, weâll find out. Well, weâll say good day, Mr Pilcher. Thank you for your time.â
Driving back to central London, Vicary asked Brunnie what he thought of Pilcher.
âA nasty.â Brunnie glanced to his left as the car slid by the wealth of north-west Surrey, âtoo hard to be a stockbroker, like Durham E-wing hard; too ready to get rid of us and too frightened when you mentioned the fact that Dalkeith had died as if leading us to the shallow grave. Frankly, it would not surprise me one little bit if Pilcher was
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