Buckingham Palace Gardens - Anne Perry [4]
Narraway stepped back to allow Dunkeld past.
“Yes,” Dunkeld said after a few moments. “Yes, that is one of the women from last night’s party.”
“You are certain?”
“Of course I’m certain!” Dunkeld shouted. Then he gasped, put his hand over his brow and pushed his fingers back over his scalp as if he had hair. “For the love of God, who else could it be? I don’t look at prostitutes’ faces. She’s ordinary enough. She was hired for her…her skills, not her looks. Brown hair, blue eyes, like a hundred thousand other women.”
Pitt looked at her again, this time just at her face. Dunkeld was right; she was ordinary: pleasant features, clear skin, slightly crooked teeth. He guessed she had been in her early thirties. She had been handsomely built, with full breasts, small waist. That was very probably more where Dunkeld’s attention had been. He was right; who else could she be but one of last night’s prostitutes? She was certainly not one of the guests, and a maid would have been reported missing and identified by one of the other staff.
“Thank you, sir,” he said aloud. He reached forward and closed her eyes.
“Can’t we move her?” Dunkeld demanded. “This is…obscene. One of the women might find her, by accident. And we’ve got to have maids back here to change the linen, clean the rooms. Let’s put her somewhere decent, and get this cleared up. It would be very nice to keep it secret, but the staff will have to know. You’ll have to question them.”
“In a little while,” Pitt replied.
“I asked Narraway!” Dunkeld raised his voice again, temper flaring.
Narraway stared at him, eyes cold, his face almost expressionless. When he spoke, his voice was fully under control. “Mr. Dunkeld, Inspector Pitt is an expert in murder. I employ him because I trust his knowledge and his skill. You will do as he tells you, otherwise I regret that we will not be able to accept the case. You can call in the local police. In fact, now that we are aware of it, we will be obliged to do so ourselves.”
Dunkeld searched Narraway’s face. His eyes were savage. He was hot with rage at being cornered. It was obviously a situation he had not been forced to endure in a long time. But he saw no wavering whatever, no fear in Narraway and no mercy. He yielded with sufficient grace to maintain his dignity, but Pitt had no doubt whatever that he would await his time for revenge.
“Look all you wish, Pitt,” he said grimly. “Then attend to it. Can you arrange for a mortuary van discreetly, disguised as a delivery of some sort?” His expression made it plain that the inquiry was as to his competence, not a request for his help.
“Once I have learned all I can,” Pitt answered him, “I will ask Mr. Tyndale to have the cupboard cleaned up.”
“See to it.” Dunkeld turned on his heel and strode away, leaving Narraway to follow him, and Pitt to do whatever he wished.
Pitt took the sheet off the body again and dropped it in the corridor, then looked once more at the scene in the linen cupboard, trying to visualize what had happened. Why had they been here at all, this woman and whoever had killed her? With what? A knife of some sort; the slashes were clean-edged as far as he could see through the blood.
He looked around, felt between all the stacked and folded sheets, on the floor, under her body, then he did it again even more carefully. There was no weapon, and no evidence that someone had wiped it here before removing it: there were no smear marks on any of the sheets he could see, only spatters and deep-soaked stains.
And where were her clothes? She would hardly have come here naked, no matter how wild the party. Prostitutes gave only what they were paid for; it did not normally include even kissing, let alone running around without clothing. But then he had never dealt with those who catered to such an elevated clientele as this. Still, the question remained: Where were her clothes? She had certainly arrived at the Palace in them.
He studied the body again, looking for marks, scratches or bruises, pinches, anything to indicate whether she had taken her