Death of a Sweep - M. C. Beaton [46]
‘Then they’ll all write spoiling stories.’
‘Daviot’s bringing lawyers to have a word with them all afterwards. They’ll need to be careful.’
‘So how do we get there?’
‘Out the window, Hamish. I’ve got a four-wheel drive parked up in the fields. Also, you wanted press pressure on the police to solve the murders. Here’s your chance.’
Elspeth was glad she had brought a make-up artist with her because Angela looked a wreck. Her flyaway hair was even more dishevelled and her face was white and drawn. Dr Brodie had not quite recovered from his attack of the norovirus, and he looked weak and shaky.
Only Daviot looked happy, surrendering to the ministrations of the make-up artist and getting his silver hair brushed till it shone.
‘I think you should go first, Angela,’ said Elspeth. ‘Tell the folks about being a writer and how you used the local colour and your experiences of being a doctor’s wife.’
‘Must I?’ asked Angela in a low voice.
‘This scandal has to be stopped,’ said Elspeth. ‘Oh, I phoned your publisher. Sales of your books are good.’
‘They are?’
‘Right up there.’
Angela came over well. Heartened by the news of her sales, protective of her husband, she described how the plot had come about. She held her husband’s hand throughout.
Daviot then spoke and said that Hamish Macbeth was a valued officer and a model of good behaviour. When he had finished, he added magnanimously, ‘Would you like to say a few words, Mr Macbeth?’
Hamish had more than a few words to say. After describing the Brodies as old and valued friends, he then said, ‘I would like to make an appeal to the public.’
‘Is this about the murders?’ asked Elspeth.
‘Yes.’ Hamish described everything he had found out from the murder of Captain Davenport right up to the attack on him and Angela. He linked the murders of Philomena Davenport, Betty Close, and the prostitute. He appealed for anyone with news about Scots Entertainment to come forward and anyone who also had information about the missing John Dean.
Elspeth wound up the interviews, holding up a copy of Angela’s book and urging people to buy it while stocks lasted.
Mr Johnson, the manager, then served sandwiches and drinks. ‘I will just make a statement to the press outside,’ said Daviot, and he left the room followed by his lawyers.
Lochdubh had watched the whole thing on television with great feelings of disappointment. There was no doubting the sincerity of Hamish or the Brodies. Mutterings about the presents given to Dr Brodie spread around the village. Archie Maclean, the fisherman, was ordered to go to the doctor’s and take back the cod he had given him. Timid Archie lied and said it had been eaten.
And Police Sergeant Hamish Macbeth returned wearily to his police station and prayed that something would break so that the shadow of murder could leave. He decided that Strathbane were not going to inflict another policeman on him, as Tolly, his former constable, had taken early retirement. He had already sent Tolly’s belongings to him. He dragged out several items of furniture but then realized he was very tired and left them sitting on his living-room floor.
Chapter Nine
And almost every one when age,
Disease, or sorrows strike him,
Inclines to think there is a God,
Or someone very like him.
– ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH
Impatient for news, the following day Hamish decided to visit John McFee and find out what was taking him so long.
He drove over to Craskie. The day was so sunny and fine that somehow it seemed to intensify his worries. The normally heaving Atlantic, where some of the old people still believed the blue men rode the waves, was docile and temporarily tamed. The mountains of Sutherland soared up majestically to a clear blue sky. Even the normally wheeling, screeching gulls seemed to be silent. It was as if the whole of nature had paused to enjoy the beauty of this rare summer’s day.
Hamish knocked at John’s door and waited. He was just about to knock again when he heard the sound of shuffling footsteps approaching