launched into what was clearly a pre-prepared speech.
âI canât thank you enough, Mr Steadman, for being there on Saturday. I know you tried your best to help Freddie. If it werenât for you Iâd probably still be tearing my hair out at home.â Her immaculate coiffure gave no sign of being disturbed.
âCall me Johnny.â He waited for her to reveal her own Christian name. She remained silent. He produced his notebook. âCynthia is your first name, isnât it?â
âIs it relevant?â
âI canât keep referring to you as Mrs Callingham in the interview.â
âThere isnât going to be an interview. I merely wanted to express my deep gratitude and find out if Freddie had said anything apart from âIâm sorryâ.â
âNo, he didnât. Any idea what he was apologising for?â
âI presume it was for injuring the other man. I do hope he didnât know that heâd gone and killed him.â
âWhy donât you want me to write anything further?â
âIâve got Daniel to think of. Heâs just lost his father. The last thing he needs is a pack of newshounds chasing after him. We require privacy now, not publicity.â A minute ago sheâd been grateful for the attention he had created.
âHow is your son?â
She looked at him as if it were a stupid question.
âAwfully upset. What did you expect? Danielâs a very private child, though. He doesnât talk about his feelings. Itâs even an effort to get him to tell me whatâs going on at school.â
âWhich school is that?â
âSt Paulâs.â
Johnnyâs antennae quivered. âBit of a coincidence, isnât it?â
âNot really. The school is in Hammersmith.â
âIt used to be next-door to the cathedral.â
âThat was years ago.â
âOK. Have you any idea why your husband was in St Paulâs?â
âNone at all.â She waited until the waitress had uncere moniously deposited two cups of tea and a bacon sandwich in front of them. Johnny tucked in straightaway. It gave him time to think. He swallowed the mouthful he was chewing and went on the attack.
âWhy did he kill himself?â
âHe didnât!â Her eyes welled up. âHe wouldnât! Heâd never do such a thing. He was a religious man. He was a devoted father. Freddie was not the type to deliberately leave us in the lurch.â
âYou havenât found a note then?â He couldnât see a doctor, no matter how desperate, scribbling Dearest dear . . .
âNo.â She pressed her thin lips together firmly. Suicide was a crime â just attempting it could land you in prison. Was she so anxious to avoid the social stigma that she preferred to think her husband may have been murdered?
âSo youâre suggesting he was pushed?â
It was theoretically possible. Although he hadnât seen anyone do it, someone could have hidden at the top of the stairs and shot out at an opportune moment to shove Callingham in the back. Surely though â with all those necks craned upwards to admire the dome â someone would have spotted them?
âNot at all. Most likely it was a terrible accident. He must have tripped and fallen over the railings.â That was a precise choice of word. Most people would have said âbanisterâ or âbalustradeâ.Had she been there at the time? Perhaps she had already visited the crime scene.
âThen why was there nothing â and I mean absolutely nothing â in his pockets?â
âThere was this ââ She held up her infant sonâs loving message. Johnny, concluding that he no longer had any use for it, had let the widow keep the childhood relic.
âIt was found in the collection box. Why would he voluntarily give away such a cherished memento, unless he knew he was going to die?â
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