Arrowood. Mick Finlay

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      The shop bell began to tinkle. With some pain, I rose and went through to find Inspector Petleigh at the door. Behind him was the young constable with the booming voice who had taken charge of the murder scene at St George the Martyr. I led them through to the parlour where the guvnor now sat alone. The creaking boards above told me that Ettie had retired.

      ‘Are these the men?’ Petleigh asked the constable.

      ‘They is the men, sir,’ bellowed the young man. ‘Him and him.’

      ‘I knew it,’ said the inspector. ‘The moment you described them, I knew it was these two.’

      He laughed unkindly. We’d had plenty of dealings with Inspector Petleigh over the years, some of them good, some of them not so good. He didn’t approve of the work we did, but he knew that there weren’t enough police to look into all the crimes as were happening around our parts. He wasn’t a bad sort, though you’d never get the guvnor to admit that.

      ‘The tall one is him who gave chase,’ said the constable. ‘The other was holding her head. They knew her. They said they did.’

      Petleigh sat without being invited and addressed the guvnor. ‘I’m disappointed with you, William. Most disappointed. I thought you’d learned your lesson. You agreed to stick with pilfering servants and infidelities. Now I find you on the scene of a murder again.’

      He twizzled his moustache and stretched out his legs. He wore new leather boots, the soles wet with fresh mud. I noticed that the young constable, who stood by the door gripping his helmet by his side, hadn’t wiped his feet either. I went to the cupboard for the broom.

      ‘I am glad they’ve put such a keen mind as yours on this case,’ said the guvnor, relighting his pipe. ‘Tell me, have you caught the devil?’

      ‘We’re investigating. It looks like a street robbery gone sour, although the girl hadn’t much to steal. There’s also the possibility that the Ripper is back. The Commissioner is keeping an eye on that one.’

      ‘Oh please, Petleigh!’ cried the guvnor. ‘That’s ridiculous. Jack never worked in daylight in a crowded street.’

      ‘Quite so. We’re working on some various leads. But we’d be nearer our solution if information were not being withheld from us.’

      ‘May I ask what these leads are?’

      Petleigh sighed and shook his head. A pained smile drew wide his thin lips.

      ‘Do you take me for an idiot?’ he asked.

      ‘Not at all, sir. I take you for an imbecile.’

      Petleigh’s nose flared; he spoke sharply:

      ‘You know, sir, I can take you before the magistrate for obstructing us.’

      ‘I’ve done nothing, Inspect—’

      ‘You’re working on a case connected to the murder,’ interrupted Petleigh loudly. ‘Am I wrong?’

      ‘No.’

      ‘Therefore, you have information which you didn’t tell us about at the relevant time. Several days have now elapsed, enough time for the culprit to get away. A magistrate might say you were protecting the murderer.’

      ‘We don’t know who the murderer is,’ replied the guvnor. ‘He brushed past us. Barnett gave chase but lost him.’

      ‘What case are you working on?’

      ‘We’re trying to find the girl’s sweetheart. We were due to meet her at the church.’

      ‘She hired you,’ declared Petleigh.

      ‘No.’

      ‘Then who?’

      ‘I cannot tell you,’ replied the guvnor, shaking his head. ‘Our client requested privacy.’

      ‘Tell the inspector!’ barked the constable. ‘Otherwise we’ll haul you off to the clink for the night.’

      Petleigh held up his hand to the young man.

      ‘We can help you catch the murderer, Inspector,’ said the guvnor.

      ‘You’ve a very high idea of yourself, Mr Arrowood,’ said Petleigh, crossing his legs. ‘Who do you think you are? Sherlock Holmes?’

      The guvnor snorted.

      ‘Let me make this plain. We are the police. We deal with murders, violations, robberies. Dangerous men. You look for lawyers who have doctored their contracts. You search out husbands who have run off with the maid. We don’t give you information – you give it to us. So, once again: who are you working for, and what do you know about this murder?’

      ‘I’ll tell you what I can if you find out the name of the officer who gave Barnett a hiding this afternoon,’ said the guvnor.

      They looked at me.

      ‘He was following us, Inspector,’ I said. ‘I wondered if maybe it was you put him up to it?’

      Petleigh looked at the constable.

      ‘Did you know about this?’ he asked.

      The constable shook his head.

      I showed him my swollen arm, then lifted my shirt to reveal the bruise on my back.

      ‘Ow!’ exclaimed the guvnor, shifting in his chair. ‘What a corker! That must smart. It’s the colour of kidneys, Barnett. I think we will call that doctor after all.’

      ‘No, sir. I cannot afford him.’ I tucked my shirt back in and addressed Petleigh. ‘He was a copper, though. And you didn’t answer the question. Did you put him up to it?’

      ‘No, Norman,’ said Petleigh. ‘I swear it. Tell me what happened.’

      When I’d explained and described the man as best as I could, he said:

      ‘Are you sure he was an officer?’

      ‘He wore a police belt, and it was a police truncheon that damaged me.’

      ‘I don’t recognize the description. Constable?’

      ‘There’s one works over Elephant and Castle way who fits the picture,’ replied the young man. ‘I don’t know his name. But I can’t think one of our men would do such a thing as this.’

      ‘If this is an officer – and we don’t know that for certain, mind - but if it is, do you wish to raise a complaint?’ asked Petleigh.

      ‘We want the name,’ said the guvnor, looking at me. ‘That’s all at the moment.’

      Petleigh considered this for a while.

      ‘We’ll make enquiries. Now tell me what you know.’

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