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      ‘I can tell you that. It wasn’t.’

      ‘To do with your own family perhaps?’

      Harry smiled benevolently, as if at a clever student. ‘Happen so, lad.’

      ‘Where did you meet Mr Vernon?’

      ‘Assumptions again.’

      ‘Sorry?’

      ‘I said I wanted to talk to him. But I couldn’t find him. He’d disappeared again.’

      Cooper’s mind was setting off on a different track now. He saw Harry Dickinson out wandering on the Baulk at the same time as both Laura Vernon and her father, not to mention whoever had killed Laura. And he pictured the bird-watcher, Gary Edwards, who had been in a wonderful vantage point, but had only seen one of them. And then he realized that, if Harry had met Graham Vernon while he was out, then their conversation would surely have meant that Harry would have been later back at the cottage than usual. But would it have kept him out until after seven-fifteen? Gwen would have to be lying too. But then she would, wouldn’t she, to protect Harry?

      ‘Next question then,’ said Harry.

      Cooper decided he was getting into deep water. ‘No more questions for now, Mr Dickinson.’

      ‘No?’ Harry looked suddenly disappointed. He pursed his lips and cocked his head on one side. ‘That’s a poor do. I was hoping for a proper grilling. An interrogation. You know, like Cracker.

      ‘Sorry?’

      ‘That fat bloke that used to be on the telly.’

      ‘Robbie Coltrane, you mean. He played a criminal psychologist.’

      ‘Aye. He always used to give ’em a proper grilling. Shouting and swearing at ’em and all. Threatening to thump ’em if they didn’t tell the truth.’ Harry squinted at Cooper critically. ‘Aye well. You’re not him, though. Are you, lad?’

      ‘No, Mr Dickinson, I’m not Cracker. I’m not Inspector Morse either.’

      Cooper got up to go, shoving his notebook in his pocket. ‘Somebody will want to talk to you again, probably, Mr Dickinson.’

      ‘Fair enough. You’ll no doubt find me without any trouble.’

      ‘Thanks for your time then.’

      Cooper reached the door and looked out at the village, struck by the contrast between the bright sunlight hitting the street and the cool, shady corners and heavy furniture of the room behind him. Passing through the door of Dial Cottage was like stepping out of the entrance to a deep cave. In ancestral memory, caves must have represented security. But there was always danger too. There was always the possibility that a dangerous wild beast might be lurking in that cave. Cooper turned to say goodbye to the old man and found the sharp blue eyes fixed mockingly on his face.

      ‘No. And you’re not even Miss Marple,’ said Harry.

       17

      DCI Tailby’s office was one of the few rooms in the Edendale Divisional HQ with air conditioning. In the past couple of weeks, there had been a lot of excuses for meetings that had to take place in the DCI’s office and nowhere else. Ben Cooper, though, was sure his visit that afternoon was justified by something besides the unbearable temperature.

      ‘Very interesting,’ said Tailby when he had finished summarizing his interviews at Dial Cottage. ‘But do you feel you pressed him hard enough, Cooper?’

      Cooper remembered what he had said during the morning meeting, and wondered if the DCI was making fun of him. He was glad he had decided not to mention any of what had taken place at Thorpe Farm before he had managed to get Harry into the car.

      ‘He’s a bit of an awkward character, sir.’

      ‘I know. Perhaps we’ll have to bring him in and interview him under caution. That would upset his apple cart, eh?’

      ‘Possibly.’

      ‘So what do you make of it, Cooper? Do you believe him?’

      ‘Well, yes, sir, funnily enough.’

      ‘Mmm?’

      ‘Well, I believe what he said, because of the things that he didn’t say, if you follow me.’

      ‘I don’t think I do, Cooper.’

      ‘Well, it seems to me that he neatly avoided telling a lie. Where there were things he didn’t want to tell me, he just avoided it. Because of that, I think everything he said was true. I think it’s probably against his principles to lie.’

      ‘Are there still people around like that? I may be a cynical old detective chief inspector, but I thought that idea went out with George Washington.’

      ‘It’s old-fashioned, I know, but there are still people round here who were brought up like that. My feeling is that Harry Dickinson is one of them. That’s a good reason why he says no more than necessary. The less you say, the less temptation there is to lie.’

      ‘Tell the truth or say nowt.’

      ‘That’s it, sir. Exactly.’

      ‘That’s what my old shift sergeant told me many years ago when I was a new recruit,’ said Tailby. ‘But it was a long time ago. Things change, Cooper.’

      ‘Not everything changes, sir. With respect.’

      Tailby ran a hand vigorously through his hair, as if trying to mix the grey at the front with the darker hair at the back to create something that looked less like a session with the Grecian 2000 that had gone badly wrong. His face was even gaunter than usual, and he looked tired.

      ‘All right. So has the bird-watcher got his times wrong? Was it earlier than he thought when he saw Dickinson and his dog?’

      ‘It’s possible. You can lose track of time when you’re up on the hills. It can be very deceptive.’

      ‘We’ll have to check with him.’ Tailby shuffled a file of reports. ‘Damn it, there’s no mention of whether he had a watch on, or whether it was usually accurate. A bit of a sketchy interview altogether, in fact. Who did that?’ He grimaced. ‘Oh yes, DS Rennie.’

      Unconsciously copying the DCI’s gesture, Cooper raised a hand to push a lock of hair back from his forehead and found some of the strands stuck to his skin by sweat.

      ‘I can’t reconcile the idea of all those people we’re interested in being on the Baulk at the same time,’ he said. ‘Laura, Harry Dickinson, Graham Vernon. And a fourth person – the killer? It seems like too much of a coincidence.’

      ‘We can’t let Dickinson get away with refusing to say why he wanted to talk to Graham Vernon,’ said Tailby.

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