Betrayal at Lisson Grove - Anne Perry [93]
Charlotte would not leave Narraway alone. She stepped inside and looked for the umbrella stand she had noticed yesterday. She saw it, picked out a sharp-ferruled black umbrella and held it as if it were a swordstick.
The barking was reaching a climax.
Ahead of her Narraway went to the sitting-room door, to the right of where the dog was hurling itself at another door, snarling in a high, singing tone as if it scented prey close at last.
Narraway opened the sitting-room door, then stopped motionless. Charlotte could see over his shoulder that Cormac O’Neil was lying on the floor on his back, a pool of blood spreading on the polished wood around what was left of his head.
Charlotte gulped, trying to stop herself from being sick. Yesterday evening he had been alive, angry, weeping with passion and grief. Now there was nothing left but empty flesh lying waiting to be found by people who might or might not even care about him.
Narraway went over and bent down, touching the skin of Cormac’s face with his fingers.
‘He’s still warm,’ he said, turning back to look at Charlotte. He had to raise his voice above the noise of the dog. ‘We must call the police.’
He had barely finished speaking when there was a bang of the front door swinging open again and hitting the wall, and then footsteps.
There was no time to wonder who it was. A woman screamed with a short, shrill sound, and then seemed to choke. Charlotte swivelled round to stare at Talulla Lawless. She was ashen-faced, her hand to her mouth, black eyes staring wildly past Charlotte and Narraway to the figure of Cormac on the floor.
Behind her a policeman tried to catch his breath as a wave of horror overtook him.
Talulla glared at Narraway. ‘I warned him,’ she gasped. ‘I knew you’d kill him, after yesterday. But he wouldn’t listen. I told him! I told him!’ Her voice was getting higher and higher and her body was shaking.
The policeman regained control of himself and stepped forward, looking at Charlotte, then at Narraway. ‘What happened here?’ he asked.
‘He murdered my uncle, can’t you see that?’ Talulla shouted at him. ‘Listen to the dog, dammit! For God’s sake, don’t let him out, he’ll tear that murderer apart! That’s what brought me here. I heard him, poor creature.’
‘He was dead when we got here!’ Charlotte shouted back at her. ‘We don’t know what happened any more than you do!’
Narraway stepped forward to the policeman. ‘I came in first,’ he said to the policeman. ‘Mrs Pitt waited outside. She has nothing to do with this. She never met Mr O’Neil until very recently. I’ve known him for twenty years. Please allow her to leave.’
Talulla thrust out her hand, finger pointing. ‘There’s the gun! Look, its lying right there on the floor. He hasn’t even had time to take it away.’
‘Of course he hasn’t,’ Charlotte retorted. ‘We only just got here! If you ask the—’
‘Charlotte, be quiet,’ Narraway said with such force that she stopped speaking. He faced the policeman. ‘I came into the house first. Please allow Mrs Pitt to leave. As I said before, she had no acquaintance with Mr O’Neil, beyond a casual introduction. I have known him for years. We have an old enmity, which has finally caught up with us. Is that not true, Miss Lawless?’
‘Yes!’ she said vehemently. ‘The dog just started to bark. I can hear it from my house. I live only a few yards away, over there. If there’d been anybody else, he’d have raised this row before. Ask anyone.’
The policeman looked at Cormac on the floor, at Narraway, and the blood on his shoes, then at Charlotte, white-faced by the door. The dog was still barking and trying to break down the barrier that held it in check.
‘Sir, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to come with me. It’ll be best for you if you don’t give me any trouble.’
‘I have no intention of giving you trouble,’ Narraway told him. ‘None of this is your fault. Will you permit me to make certain that Mrs Pitt has sufficient funds to pay a cab driver? She has had a very ugly shock.’
The policeman looked confused. ‘She was with you, sir,’