Dialogues of the Dead

321 Charley Perm's flat where, having drunk very freely of Penn's Scotch, he spent the night on the sofa. Penn confirms.' The phone rang. Dalziel picked it up, listened, then said, 'If I were on my way, I'd not be answering the sodding phone, would I? Soon!' He banged it down again. 'Mr Trimble?' said Pascoe. 'His secretary. If it had been Clan, I'd not have been so polite. Pete, I'm letting you rabbit on like this in the hope you're keeping the good news till the last. Should I hold my breath?' 'No, sir. Sorry.' 'Then sod it, I might as well go and help Clan find where he's hid his Scotch,' said the Fat Man, rising and making for the door. 'Sir,' said Hat. 'What sir's that, lad?' said Dalziel in the doorway. 'Sorry, sir?' 'Is it "Mr Dalziel, sir, please don't leave 'cos I've got summat very perceptive to say"? Or is it "Mr Pascoe, sir, now the old fart's gone, I've got summat very perceptive to say"?' Hat knew that there were some questions better unanswered. He said, 'I was just thinking, what if there were two of them?' 'Two bodies you mean? Wieldy, you were at the PM. Didn't the loose bits match?' Wield said, 'Think he means two killers.' 'Jesus. Why suck at two? If we're into invention, let's make it a mob.' 'Two would mean that neither of them actually needed to have travelled out to the Tarn with Lord Pyke-Strengler,' said Hat. 'And there'd have been a spare driver to bring his Land Rover back.' 'To what end?' enquired Pascoe. 'The Land Rover would get noticed from a distance out there,', said Hat. 'The body where it was could have lain there a lot longer if we hadn't happened to stumble on it. The longer it lies, the less there is for us to find. Or maybe the idea was to shift it. Maybe that was what Dee was up to, but he saw us wandering around on the far side of the tarn and when we started out towards the cottage, he got back there fast to intercept us. He didn't seem very keen for us to go on.' 'In your statement all you say is he remarked it got a bit boggy further along the shore,' said Pascoe. 'Well, there's different ways of saying things,' said Hat, blushing slightly. 'Especially if they don't fit a thesis, eh?' said Pascoe. 'Where's this leading, Hat? Are we still talking about Dee? Like I just told you, he's alibi'd.' 'Not if Charley Perm's the other half of the pair, he isn't,' said Hat. Dalziel said, 'Still fancy Charley, do you, lad? I'll say this for you, once you get someone in your sights, you keep the bugger there.' There wasn't the usual force in his mockery, however, and Hat felt encouraged enough to go on. 'And if they were both in it, then it doesn't matter that Perm's got an alibi for the Johnson killing.' 'Which you established by interviewing his mother,' said Dalziel. 'I were going to talk to you about your interview techniques, lad.' His tone was now distinctly unfriendly. 'Something come up, sir?' said Pascoe. 'Nothing important. Just that Sherlock here got it all wrong and it seems Charley weren't anywhere near his ma's place that Sunday.' Hat felt both crestfallen and elated at the same time. Pascoe said, 'He admits this?' 'He does now,' said Dalziel. 'But don't start oiling your handcuffs. He says he's got another alibi. Claims he spent the afternoon on the nest with a ladyfriend.' 'And what's the ladyfriend say?' 'Nowt. Turns out she's on holiday in the Seychelles for three weeks. With her husband. So we need to tread careful.' 'Why's that?' 'Seems the lady in question is Maggot Blossom. That's right. Helpmeet and comfort to Joe Blossom, the Lord of the Flies, our beloved mayor. So we'll need to wait till they get back afore we make enquiries.' 'Not like you to be so diplomatic, sir,' said Pascoe provocatively. 'Not diplomatic. Careful. Yon Maggot's got a leg-lock could