The Death on the Downs. Simon Brett

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СКАЧАТЬ for certain,’ Jude replied evenly. ‘I just think it very unlikely that Tamsin would have stayed around this area.’

      ‘Do you mean you know where she did go?’ The glint in his eye revealed both hope and suspicion. ‘I bet she went off with one of your lot.’

      ‘By “my lot”, do you mean some alternative therapist who was trying to help her with her illness?’

      ‘If “alternative therapist” is what you want to call it, yes. I mean some New Age quack doctor who took my daughter for everything she was worth by giving her false hopes he’d find her a cure.’

      ‘Are you talking about someone specific?’ asked Jude.

      But Gillie decided the conversation had become too adversarial for polite society. ‘Miles,’ she intervened, ‘it’ll be all right, I promise.’

      ‘How can you make promises like that? What meaning do they have? You aren’t a god. You can’t bring Tamsin back to life, Gillie.’ He was getting very overwrought now. Tears glinted in his eyes.

      ‘I don’t need to bring her back to life. She is still alive.’

      ‘Can you give me any proof of that?’ he bellowed.

      There was a long silence while husband and wife held each other’s gaze. Gillie seemed about to say something, but decided against it. She looked down and shook her head.

      ‘See!’ He spat the word out. ‘Why does it happen to my daughter? First she gets some phoney illness. Then she starts mixing with alternative therapists.’ He loaded the words with contempt. ‘And now she’s probably dead!’

      ‘Miles, she isn’t!’

      But he’d gone. Afraid to have his tears witnessed, Miles Lutteridge had stormed out of the room.

      Jude talked to Gillie for a while, but little new was said. The mother retained her conviction her daughter was alive; the father was convinced she was dead. And all Jude was aware of was how much this new situation had driven a wedge into their marriage. While everything had been going well, Miles and Gillie Lutteridge seemed to have been fine. Tamsin’s illness made the first crack in their unity, pointing up the differences between them – Gillie’s belief in the illness and her search for a cure, Miles’s disbelief and desire to pretend it wasn’t happening. And the discovery of the bones at South Welling Barn had made that rift wider still.

Chapter Ten

      Having cracked that first clue, Carole’s mind moved up a gear and she had nearly completed the Times crossword by the time Jude joined her in the Hare and Hounds. They ordered cottage pie and yes, both did have a glass of white wine.

      ‘Just the one,’ said Carole automatically. ‘Driving.’ Then she asked about her friend’s visit to the Lutteridges.

      ‘Odd. Very odd.’ Jude screwed up the skin around her large brown eyes. ‘Miles was in a terrible state of panic, but Gillie seemed unnaturally calm.’

      ‘Is she normally a calm person?’

      ‘From the outside, yes. If you didn’t know her, you’d have no idea what she’s thinking. But over the time I spent with her and Tamsin, I did get to know her quite well, and she’s not calm – at least not where her daughter’s concerned. But this morning she kept saying she knew Tamsin was all right.’

      ‘Positive thinking.’

      ‘Maybe it’s just that. I kept wondering whether maybe she was telling the truth. She knows that Tamsin’s all right.’

      ‘But if she did know that, surely she’d tell her husband? If he’s in as bad a state as you say.’

      ‘Yes. She would. Gillie’s always been very supportive to Miles. She wouldn’t let him suffer unnecessarily.’ Jude took a thoughtful sip of wine. ‘That’s what’s so odd about it.’

      Their cottage pies arrived, each neat in its oval earthenware dish on a wooden platter. Another earthenware dish contained carefully apportioned vegetables, exactly the same number for each of them. The food looked fine. But the gloss was taken off it by the fact that Carole knew identical portions were being served at the same moment in every one of the Home Hostelries chain.

      ‘Tell me more about these bones,’ said Jude, as they started to eat.

      ‘I’ve told you most of it. There were just these recognizably human bones in two fertilizer bags.’

      ‘But you didn’t get any feeling how old they were?’

      ‘I’m not a forensic pathologist, Jude.’

      ‘No, but . . . I was just thinking . . . Tamsin’s been missing for four months. Left her parents’ house on the night of Hallowe’en. I remember, because at one stage Miles thought that might have some significance.’

      ‘Why?’

      ‘He’s very confused about complementary medicine. He assumed it had something to do with witchcraft.’

      ‘I see.’

      ‘Anyway, say Tamsin was abducted and murdered that very evening . . . which is the first possible time she could have been . . . would there have been time since then for the bones to get as clean as you said they were?’

      ‘Depends where they were left. Out in the open on the Downs . . . there are plenty of predators who’d pick all the flesh off them.’

      ‘But if the body had been left in the open, someone would have seen it, surely?’

      ‘Possibly not. I’m sure there are lots of secret places round here . . . copses, streams, old chalk pits. I should think it’d be easy enough to hide a body if you set your mind to it. I don’t know, though . . . We don’t really have enough information.’

      As if putting a full stop to the conversation, Carole took a large spoonful of cottage pie.

      ‘No. But think about it,’ Jude persisted. ‘The world is full of missing persons – vagrants, tramps, travellers . . . The bones could belong to any one of them. And yet everyone’s assuming they’re Tamsin’s.’

      ‘Village mentality for you.’

      ‘I suppose so. And until Tamsin is actually found alive – or until the police prove the bones belong to someone else – they’ll go on thinking it’s her.’ Jude speared a head of Home Hostelries broccoli and looked at it pensively. ‘I think I’d better find Tamsin.’

      ‘Where would you start looking?’

      ‘I know some of the people she might have contacted.’

      ‘What kind of people?’

      ‘Miles Lutteridge and a lot of other blinkered locals would probably call them “New Age quack doctors”.’

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