real need for antagonism on either side, Chief Constable. My only aim is to ensure that Monika comes out of this investigation covered in glory. I have a great deal of affection for her, you know, and she, for her part, is fond of me . . .â
âShe despises you,â Baxter said.
âYouâre wrong about that. She is
very
fond of me â even if she doesnât quite realize it herself. We have now worked together on several investigations, andââ
âYouâve never worked
together
,â Baxter interrupted him. âYou donât
work
with anybody â all you ever do is
use
them.â
âAnd doesnât it reflect well on Monika that I consider her worthy of using?â Forsyth asked.
âWhen will these goons of yours from Special Branch be arriving?â Baxter asked.
âThey should be in Bellingsworth sometime this afternoon.â
Baxter smiled, as a new thought â and one which he was sure would get right under Forsythâs skin â occurred to him.
âThey should be in Bellingsworth this afternoon,â he repeated. âIsnât that a bit like closing the stable door after the horse has bolted?â
âI have no idea what you mean,â Forsyth said, though from the uncharacteristically defensive look which had come to his face, it was fairly plain that he did.
âI mean that youâre a day too late,â Baxter said, starting to enjoy himself. âIf youâd sent them up
yesterday
, they would have been able to protect Len Hopkins, your ally in the battle against the Red Menace â then none of us would have been faced with the problems we have now.â
Anger blazed in Forsythâs eyes for a split second, and then was gone.
âYouâre quite right, of course,â he agreed, as smoothly as ever. âGiven the depth of feeling over this strike, it would have been advisable to give Mr Hopkins some protection. I made a mistake â but then weâre all only human, arenât we?â
âI am, certainly,â Baxter said. âBut Iâve got serious doubts about you.â
SEVEN
L en Hopkinsâ body, bent at the knees and still frozen in rigor, had presented a challenge to the ambulance men attempting to balance him on the stretcher, and the problem had been further compounded by the fact that the doors on his terraced cottage had not been designed with awkwardly shaped corpses in mind. Eventually, however, they managed to slot the dead man into the back of the ambulance, and drive away.
Dr Taylor stood on the pavement, watching the ambulance make its slow â almost stately â progress down the street.
âJust you wait until theyâve turned the corner,â the doctor told Paniatowski and Meadows. âItâll be a different story. Oh yes, indeed â then youâll smell the burning rubber.â
âI seem to be missing the point,â Paniatowski said.
âTheyâll race me back to the mortuary,â Taylor explained, climbing into his car. âYou might consider that childish â and youâd be quite right â but thatâs what theyâll do.â
âHow do you know theyâll race you?â Paniatowski wondered.
âBecause since Iâve caught on to their little game, Iâve been really hammering the Jag, but so far theyâve still managed to get back first,â the doctor said, firing up the engine. âBut today â because the journeyâs a little longer than usual â they just might have met their match.â
âAbout the post-mortem report . . .â Paniatowski began.
âYouâll have it as soon as is humanly possible,â Taylor promised, âand donât you worry, Iâll stay within the speed limits until I leave the village, because unlike those two reprobates, Iâm
responsible
.â
He closed the car door, slid the Jaguar into gear, and pulled gently away from
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