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commanding. Marc recognised the look. The godfather had such an expressive face that you could tell the kind of thoughts he was having. When he looked serious, it was the twins and their mother, lost somewhere in the world; when it was medium-serious, it was police business; when it was sharp, it was some woman he was trying to seduce. At least that was the simple reading. Sometimes they all got mixed up together and then it was more complicated.
    ‘I’m concerned, yes,’ said Vandoosler. ‘But I can’t do much on my own. From what I saw of him the other night, Pierre Relivaux isn’t going to bare his soul to the first disgraced policeman he meets. Certainly not. He’s the kind of man who will only respond to officialdom. Still, we do need to know.’
    ‘What?’ asked Marc.
    ‘Whether Sophia did give him a reason before going off, and if so what it was, and also whether there is anything under the tree.’
    ‘Oh, not that again!’ cried Lucien. ‘There’s nothing under the bloody tree. Just old clay pipes from the eighteenth century-or rather bits of them.’
    ‘There wasn’t anything under the tree,’ Vandoosler said carefully. ‘But what about now?’
    Juliette was looking at them in puzzlement.
    ‘What’s all this about a tree?’ she asked.
    ‘A beech tree,’ said Marc impatiently, ‘close to the back wall in her garden. She asked us to dig under it.’
    ‘The beech tree?’ said Juliette. ‘But Pierre told me himself he’d had it planted to hide the wall.’
    ‘Well, well,’ said Vandoosler. ‘That’s not what he told Sophia.’
    ‘Why on earth would someone plant a tree in the middle of the night, without telling his wife? Getting her all worked up about nothing? That’s idiotically perverse,’ said Marc.
    Vandoosler turned back to Juliette.
    ‘Did Sophia say anything else? About Pierre? Any hint that she had a rival?’
    ‘She doesn’t know,’ Juliette said. ‘Pierre is sometimes away a lot on Saturdays or Sundays. Getting a breath of fresh air, he says. That sounds suspiciously like an excuse. So, as anyone would, she has wondered about it. That’s one thing I don’t have to worry about, I must say. It may not seem much of one, but it’s a distinct plus.’
    She laughed.
    Mathias, still not moving, looked intently at her.
    ‘We need to know,’ announced Vandoosler. ‘I’ll try to fix a meeting with the husband, somehow get to see him. What about you, St Luke? Are you teaching tomorrow?’
    ‘His name is Lucien,’ muttered Marc.
    ‘It’s Saturday tomorrow,’ said Lucien. ‘A day off for saints, soldiers on leave, and some of the rest of the world.’
    ‘You and Marc, follow Pierre Relivaux. He’s both busy and prudent. If there is a mistress somewhere, he will have timetabled her in classic style: Saturdays and Sundays. Have you ever had to tail someone? Do you know what to do? No, of course you don’t. Apart from following clues through history, you’re good for nothing. But three historical detectives, who manage to work their way into the unfathomable past, ought to be able to stalk someone in the here and now. But perhaps you don’t like the here and now?’
    Lucien pulled a face.
    ‘Think of Sophia,’ said Vandoosler. ‘Don’t you care what happens to her, is that it?’
    ‘Of course we do,’ said Marc.
    ‘OK then. St Luke and St Mark, you get on the trail of Pierre Relivaux all weekend. Don’t let him out of your sight for a minute. St Matthew will be working, so he can stay in Le Tonneau with Juliette and keep his ears open. You never know. As for the tree …’
    ‘What is there to do about that?’ asked Marc. ‘We’ve already played the card of being council workmen. But you don’t seriously think …’
    ‘Anything’s possible,’ said Vandoosler. ‘With the tree, we’ll have to tackle it head on. Leguennec will help. He’s tough.’
    ‘Who’s Leguennec?’ asked Juliette.
    ‘Man I play cards with,’ replied Vandoosler. ‘We