The Killing Of Polly Carter. Robert Thorogood

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СКАЧАТЬ paid to care for others, Richard felt he recognised the type. Sophie was caring and uncaring both at the same time. Like ‘Matey’—the matron of Richard’s boarding house at school—he thought to himself. Kind when she had to be, but only because it was her professional duty.

      Then there was Max Brandon, Polly’s agent. Richard could see that he was a thin man in his fifties who had an angular face under neatly parted jet-black hair—and he hid his eyes behind yellow-lensed sunglasses. A ratty looking man, Richard thought to himself. But what Richard found most interesting about Max was the way he was using the forefinger on his right hand to pick at the skin around the nail of his thumb. In fact, Richard could see that the skin around both of Max’s thumbnails had been picked raw and Richard found himself wondering what it was that was making Max so tense?

      As for Phil Adams, Richard guessed that he was also, like Max, in his fifties, but that’s where all similarities ended. Phil was tall, broad-shouldered, and he looked entirely at ease. His hair was blond and glossy—swept back from his handsome face—and his eyes were crinkled with laughter lines. He wore a collarless white cotton shirt that Richard guessed came from a Jermyn Street tailor, knee-length khaki shorts—that Richard noted, with irritation, Phil was able to make look good—and an old pair of flip-flops.

      Once Camille had finished the introductions, Richard said, ‘Thank you all for waiting for us. Detective Sergeant Bordey will be taking your formal statements shortly, but first I just wanted to get a sense of what happened this morning. For example, I understand that you, Claire, were with your twin sister when she died. Is that right?’

      Claire looked up at Richard, her eyes red-rimmed with grief.

      ‘That’s right,’ she eventually said, still disbelieving the words she was having to say.

      ‘Then perhaps you could take us through what happened?’ Camille asked gently.

      Claire thought for a moment and then slowly nodded.

      ‘Of course. Well … I’d gone to the kitchen for breakfast this morning and Polly was already there.’

      ‘What time was that?’ Richard asked.

      ‘I don’t know. Just before ten, I suppose.’

      ‘Thank you. And was that the first you saw of your sister today?’

      ‘It was.’

      ‘And how would you describe her mood when you saw her?’

      ‘I don’t know. She was her usual self. Somewhat snappy. Slightly irritating. But nothing out of the ordinary.’

      ‘You didn’t get on with her?’

      ‘Not always. Although I think it’s fairer to say that it was Polly who didn’t get on with me.’

      ‘And why was that?’

      ‘We didn’t have much in common,’ Claire said sadly. ‘Anyway, she said she wanted to take me for a walk in the gardens, so that’s what we did.’

      ‘And did you and your sister often go for walks together?’

      Claire hesitated a moment before answering. ‘Not really.’

      ‘Had your sister in fact gone for a walk with you before?’

      ‘Actually, no. We’d been out together of course, but only as part of a group. And always with Sophie in attendance.’

      ‘Is that right?’ Richard turned to ask Sophie.

      ‘Yes,’ Sophie said. ‘Agency rules say I should be available to assist my client at all times, but Polly insisted that she go out with Claire this morning on her own.’

      Richard and Camille exchanged a glance.

      ‘In fact,’ Claire said, equally puzzled, ‘Polly was insistent she didn’t want Sophie to come with us.’

      ‘And do you know why she wanted it to be just you and her on this walk?’ Richard asked Claire.

      ‘I have no idea,’ Claire said, ‘but almost as soon as we got out into the garden, Polly started shouting at me. I’ve no idea where it came from. She just seemed to explode. Telling me how unhappy she was, and how her unhappiness was all my fault. I was shocked. I had no idea what she was talking about.’

      ‘You didn’t?’

      ‘No. You see, we weren’t that close. In fact, I haven’t even seen Polly since last year.’

      ‘I see.’

      Camille turned to Sophie. ‘So, if you were around at the time, did you witness this argument, Sophie?’ she asked.

      Sophie nodded. ‘I did. I was about to go upstairs when I heard raised voices coming from the garden. It was Polly shouting at Claire.’

      ‘Did you hear what was being said?’

      ‘I’m sorry, I didn’t. They were too far away. And when I went into the garden to see if I could help—or intervene—that’s when Polly started pushing Claire towards the cliffs.’

      ‘That’s right,’ Claire agreed. ‘I saw Sophie come out of the house, and that’s when Polly said something like “you’re coming with me”—and she grabbed my chair and started pushing me really fast towards the cliff. And I can tell you, I was frightened. I was shouting at her to stop, but she wouldn’t listen to me.’

      ‘And I followed a bit,’ Sophie said. ‘You see, I still couldn’t work out if I should intervene or not. And when I lost sight of Claire and Polly, I stopped altogether.’

      ‘Why did you lose sight of them both?’ Richard asked.

      Sophie seemed surprised by the question.

      ‘Well, there’s a large bed of shrubs across that end of the garden. The steps down the cliff are just beyond it.’

      ‘I see,’ Richard said, looking at the room, and once again he noticed how Max was looking down at his hands and picking at the skin around his nails.

      Phil cleared his throat to announce that he had a contribution to make.

      ‘I can second all that Sophie and Claire are saying,’ he said, entirely comfortable as he took the floor. ‘You see, I was upstairs in my bedroom at the time. Working on my latest screenplay. And I heard a ruckus coming from the garden, so I went to the window and saw Polly shouting at Claire in the garden. And then, when Polly pushed Claire off to the bottom of the garden and disappeared behind the bushes there, I saw Sophie follow a little way and then stop in the middle of the lawn.’

      ‘That’s right,’ Sophie said, remembering. ‘I didn’t know if anyone else was around to help, so I looked back at the house and I saw someone standing at one of the upstairs windows.’

      ‘Well that’s easy to explain,’ Phil said with a tolerant smile. ‘That was me.’

      ‘What’s that, Phil?’ Max asked, speaking for the first time.

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