I paused at the door, looking intently out into the street. Then, after a few moments, satisfied that the time was right, I stepped out into the street. Reaching Finchley High Road, I waved for a taxi, and my trackers followed suit.
Almost immediately, a taxi pulled over to pick me up. As I stepped in, I shouted above the din of the street, "The London to Edinburgh overnighter leaves in forty minutes, driver. I will double your fare if you get us to King's Cross in time!"
Then, I saw two climbing into another newly-arrived taxi.
The taxi across the street made a quick, illegal, 180-degree turn and followed close behind us.
"Faster if you can, driver," I said, and as my pursuers drew nearer.
"Slow down a bit now," I said next, and the driver gave me a quizzical look in his rear-view mirror.
"We want to lose them, but not quite yet, driver," he said. "We should play them along for a bit, don't you think?"
As we sped towards Kings Cross, I kept watching behind and ahead and advising the driver how fast he should go. The traffic was heavy in spots, and we couldn't always go as quickly as I would have preferred, but just before we reached Regent's Park, space opened up before us, and we sped clear.
Suddenly the traffic behind us became congested again, and I told the driver to take the next two available turns. Therefore, we found ourselves heading south and then west, and then I spoke to the driver, and we turned three times in rapid succession, and we were on Finchley High Road again but now going west, back towards Woodside Park.
Sandra Burton was waiting for me outside my home, looking exasperated at what I had asked her to do.
"Everything okay?"
"Yes, I suppose so," she responded with a hint of annoyance in her voice. "What about you?"
"I hope the men who were following enjoy their trip. They'll be halfway to Peterborough before they realise we're not on their train and unable to do anything until they get to Edinburgh. By the time they make get back to London, we'll be in Wales at the very least, maybe even as far as Haliheved."
"Who were those men?" She said. "Suppose they'd caught you!"
"I was certain they wouldn't, Sandra," he said, "and I am equally certain when they arrive at King's Cross, they be in plenty of time to board the train to Edinburgh!"
"How can you be so certain?" She asked.
"For the same reason, I knew they would find a taxi at the same time we did," I said.
"And how is that?"
"I took the precaution of arranging both taxis myself," he said.
"Wonderful!" she exclaimed.
"Didn't you recognise the driver of the taxi that followed us?"
She gasped. "No, who?"
"Detective Inspector Mark Brooks," I smiled, "Ever since the Project Moscow affair," DI Brooks has been talking about how much he owes me. Well, now he owes me one less!"
Our pursuers would indeed board their train, with Brooks assisting them to the very edge of the platform, no doubt. I paid the fare, the equivalent of a one-way trip to King's Cross Station, plus a hefty tip, and we were back inside my flat once again.
"The disguise did just the job, Sandra," I said, "I think I'll hang onto it until I see Hector again."
I removed the components of Hector's disguise and handed them to Sandra. "Can you be ready to leave in an hour?" I asked her. "The last train for Chester departs in just ninety minutes. Wales is always so beautiful at this time of year, and I'm looking forward to a bit of scenery."
I could see in her eyes that Sandra's mind was swimming with questions, and I could see the confusion in her face. "Pack for two nights, Sandra," I said. "We may return sooner, but it's best to cover ourselves. As for your other questions, we'll have plenty of time to talk on the train."
Our second taxi ride of the day was less eventful than the first one. We proceeded straight to King's Cross Station and boarded a train for Chester without incident.
I had been reticent along the way and eventually said, "It will be good to get away from the smoke for a while and into some open country."
"I agree," Sandra said, "but I'm puzzled. Are we going sightseeing? Or are we still working on the Tina Davis assignment? And if so, shouldn't we stay in London?"
"The scenery will be delightful, Sandra," I replied, "but enjoying it is far from our major intention."
"Then we are still on the trail?" Sandra asked.
"Very much so," I replied.
"I was fairly confused even before the sudden and dramatic appearance of Hector Nelson," she said, "but the mystery seems even more complicated now."
"The fact that somebody followed him to my home may have complicated things for all of us, but I am grateful for the information he provided," I said
"On the other hand, doesn't this new data make the case more baffling?" She pressed.
"That depends on your idea of a mystery," I said. "For a writer of murder mysteries, each new bizarre detail makes the plot more difficult to construct and adds to the sense of mystery. But for us working in the real world," I continued, " the ordinary and drab crime with no pattern that poses the greatest difficulties. The sensational, bizarre, and outrageous crimes that make the most popular stories are the easiest to solve. This case has been very odd from the start, Sandra," I added, "and new information never hurts. From the analytical perspective, Hector's visit simplifies our task."
"Does it not make things more difficult for you as well?" Sandra asked.
"In one respect, it certainly does," I replied. "In all my years at Thames House, I have never had an assignment like this. And yet here I am, working with you, Brian Flynn, and Hector Nelson. I am in no position to mention anything about Flynn to Hector or about Hector to Flynn. How could I refuse either of them?"
"It has the makings of a conflict of interest," Sandra said.
"On paper, I suppose it does, Sandra," I agreed.” but as long as we concentrate on discovering the truth, we should be all right as that will help both Flynn and Hector."
"I see," she said. "But seriously, why are we going to Wales. Are we chasing the killer?"
"No," he said, "we are chasing the motive!"
"I'm not sure I understand."
"I don't imagine you do," I replied. "We are untangling a long and twisted thread. Under miles of official London, one end buried in places where even the metropolitan police cannot venture. The other end lies out in the open, just a few miles east of Haliheved, and I intend to examine as much as I can over the next couple of days."
"You're looking into Tina Davis' background?"
"Correct," I acknowledged.
"And then what?" She asked. "Go after the killer?"
"Nobody can know that at this point," I replied. "You'll have to come up with an easier question."
"I beg your pardon," Sandra said, "I thought perhaps you had the rest of the mission laid out already.""If only!" I sighed. "If I could solve murders involving espionage by following a recipe, Sandra, even the dozy sods at Scotland Yard could do it. As a rule, I plan my assignment one move at a time," I continued. "I have a purpose in mind and an overall impression of how to get there, but any new advance can make me change my ideas. For example, I was planning to stay in London for at least another few days, but the sudden and dramatic visit from Hector Nelson has changed my mind.""How?" Sandra asked."His attendance, in camouflage, no less and that of his followers served as a warning that direct inspection in the city might involve grave danger while encouraging inadequate palpable compensation.""I see.""But the information Nelson gave us alternative lines of thought that already seemed promising to me, and these thoughts make our presence i
"It's a shame Hector couldn't have stayed longer," Sandra said suddenly. "I would be interested in hearing his opinion concerning enigmatic Mediterranean couple, about which so much spoke about in the media." "That is one of the issues on which I plan to speak to about when I next meet up with him," I replied, "although I have little hope of making much progress." "Of all the bizarre details about this case," Sandra said, "the story of the secretive couple appears to be the only one formally recognised by the police. I wonder whether this is particularly significant, or whether -- " "Whether it's just additional diversion?" I finished her sentence. "The likelihood cannot be disregarded, specifically because it would be an astute move for the crime squad to make." "Do you think they're using some distraction here?" "That is the problem," I replied. "If I were running the investigation, I would be careful regarding the evidence I circulated. To
"Perhaps you can answer one for me, Detective Chief Inspector?""Of course!" She replied. "Ask me whatever you wish.""We haven't seen the body of Tina Davis, and I doubt whether we will," I continued, "so we cannot know exactly how progressive the state of putrefaction was when the police found the body.""No, Quintus," she replied, "all we have is the description provided by the team investigating the crime.""But we know something about the holdall," I said, "and we know Tina Davis was alive seven or eight days before they found her in it. Do you think the body could have reached an advanced state of decomposition genuinely? Or do you think someone would have required some unnatural assistance? ""It is tough for me to guess without knowing the actual cause of death," she replied. "We still don't even know whether she was dead when she was put into the bag, or ..."Her voice trailed away, but I sat in silence."Some toxins and cert
"Do you fancy a short walk?" I asked once we left the train at Francistown, and Sandra nodded readily."We've been sitting for so long. Why not?" She replied. "Where do you want to go?""I want you to see one of the most astonishing pieces of construction in Britain," I answered, "and supposedly one of the eeriest places in all of Wales.""Do you think it's harmless?" she asked."I don't see why not!" I answered. "She wasn't annoyed with you, was she?""Who?""The woman at the window!""What window?""One of the windows of the castle! You haven't been perusing the rags, have you?""No," she said.We crossed a walkway over the railway line and another over the main road. "It's inconceivable!" She gasped. "What is it?"Weaver Castle," I replied. "Have you never been informed of it?""I can't say I have," she answered. "and I am sure if I had seen a photograph of this place, I would have recollected."
The following day, we enjoyed a quick but hearty breakfast, then a short taxi ride from the Charles Hotel to the Francistown Junction railway station, where we would catch the train for Haliheved.I carried a small package I had brought from the hotel, and while we waited for the train, I handed it to Sandra, saying, "I had a chance to visit reception, Sandra. Look after these for me, would you."Inside the package, she found a stack of morning papers."For both of us," I informed her when she came across a smaller package.Sandra removed the wrapping to reveal a thick stack of picture postcards. "What's this?" She asked."Just a something for my book," I said and then changed the subject by adding, "We will pass some wonderful views in a few minutes, and it would be sad to miss them," I continued. "We'll pass over the river at Chiefwater, where they constructed the bridges into an ancient fortress."" Wonderful!" Sandra said."We'll
With the Irish Sea to our right, we rolled west through Greenstone and Little St Mary's"If you look across the water, you can begin to catch glimpses of the Isle of Old Norse," I said."We're coming upon the Narrow-Water," I continued, "which separates Old Norse from mainland Wales. The northern end of the strait was once guarded on the Old Norse side by Derneford Castle, a very motivating bit of military construction, which, though never completed, is still extremely impressive and even more so in its time.""I’ve never seen so many castles," Sandra said."There's a reason for them, Sandra," I replied. "Centuries ago, before the great sailing ships made international occupation a practicable desire, this part of Wales was the front row of a kingdom. English kings, notably Edward I, spent massive amounts trying to overcome the insubordinate Welsh, and these castles may be the most intense souvenirs of that era we still have today. But to value them
"We've asked Catherine and Paul Davis for dinner, neither of them are in the right mood to cook for themselves so soon after the service, and I am certain they would be pleased to meet both of you," Flynn said."I had hoped they would see us," I replied. "How are Mr and Mrs Davis since the funeral?""It's been an awful time for all and sundry," Flynn answered. "But they're supporting each other well. There's a feeling of finality about a funeral, and strangely it can be reassuring, particularly when it occurs so long after she died. But there's also a horrifying awareness of definiteness, and they'll need as much care as we can give them for quite a while.""I have some news which could make a difference," I offered to Sandra's surprise, but then to her visible frustration, I proclaimed I would say no more without the parents being there.After a short drive, along winding country roads, we pulled up outside the home of Brian Flynn,Halfway through
Shortly after a sumptuous meal, Flynn broadcast the appearance of Daniel Coughlin, who had tutored Tina mathematics in school."It's an honour to meet you, Mr Noone and you, DCI Burton," Coughlin said. "I'll be happy to help you however I can, even though I cannot visualise what I am able to tell you that would be of any assistance. It has been such a long time since I last saw Tina, and I have no idea who could have murdered her.""But you knew Tina? You schooled her?" I asked. "We're basically fascinated in what you witnessed. Anything you tell us now could hypothetically be advantageous later.""I'm glad to hear it," said Coughlin. "I shall undoubtedly tell you anything I can.""What were your first feelings of Tina?" I asked."We knew about her before we met her," replied the teacher. "She had done her GCSE in maths at primary school and got a B at an intermediary level. She took the higher-level GCSE a couple of months later and got an A!"