Ramsay 06 - The Baby-Snatcher (30 page)

‘So you didn’t walk together to the bus stop?’

‘No.’

Her eyes were bright and feverish.

‘What did happen, Marilyn?’

‘We had a row.’

‘In the house at Cotter’s Row?’

She nodded. ‘Claire had gone to work. Dad was upstairs. I don’t suppose he noticed.’

They both looked at Bernard. His eyes were open but he was staring into space. Perhaps he was dreaming of a perfect illusion. Doves, silk scarves, a vanishing woman.

‘I told Mummy she couldn’t come with me. I’d be a laughing stock. She said in that case
I
wasn’t to go either. I could resign from the choir. She said it was a shame but perhaps it was better all round. She wasn’t unsympathetic to Mr Taverner. He’d been through a terrible time. It was probably better not to put temptation in his way. Then she took off her coat and sat down at that dreadful spinning wheel. She pumped at the pedal with her foot and round it went, making the whining noise. Clack, clack, clack. Horrible. Like a bird. So I couldn’t argue with her.’

She paused.

‘I could see then that it would always be the same. She’d never let me alone, even when I was grown up. She’d always be at my shoulder, telling me what to do. Clack, clack, clack. I’d be different and lonely and frumpy. Always a Bill.’

‘So you killed her.’

‘I fetched the knife from the kitchen and stuck it into her back. I pushed it right in up to the handle. There wasn’t as much mess as you’d think.’

‘Did she cry out?’

‘Not really. A little gasp. I don’t think she realized what was happening. When she was quite still I pulled her into the shed. I didn’t want to look at her.’

‘Weren’t you worried that someone would go in there to fetch coal?’

‘No. Claire was at work.’ She nodded towards her father. ‘And he was practising for a performance. It wouldn’t have occurred to him. I banked up the fire and left a bucket of coal by the hearth.’ She stretched and gave a clever little girl smile. ‘Actually it all happened very quickly. When I looked at the clock I saw I still had time to get to choir.’

‘But you missed the bus.’

‘Yes. There was a train coming. A man in a red car had been forced to stop too. He saw I was upset and offered me a lift into town.’

Paul Hooper. If he’d come forward immediately they’d have cleared up the case weeks ago. But he’d had his own reasons to be frightened of the police.

‘And after choir you persuaded Mr Taverner to bring you home. You told him what you’d done.’

‘I told him I’d done it for him. That was true in a way. Mummy wasn’t a threat to his career dead, was she? We waited until after the party. Bernard and Claire were searching for her in the dene. Though I don’t suppose they were looking too hard. We loaded the body into the boot of the car and threw it off the jetty.’ She looked up at him. ‘No one cares much that she’s gone, you know.’

‘I think you care,’ he said. She flinched as if he had slapped her but said nothing. ‘At least I hope you do.’ Still she ignored him.

‘Why did you take the child, Marilyn? Surely there was no need for that.’

‘Mr Taverner went all weedy on me. He said he was going to the police. Of course he had to discuss it with Emma Coulthard first.’

She said the name in a sneering, high-pitched la-di-da voice.

‘I phoned him from the club this morning. I told him he’d better watch out or I’d hurt those kids. I told him he mustn’t see her.’

‘Did you mean it?’

‘Of course I meant it. Then I saw the little boy. Claire had gone back to the Coastguard House. I told him it was a game. “ Let’s hide from Claire,” I said. It was easy as pie.’

‘You must have realized there’d be a search and we’d find him.’

She shrugged. She’d been jealous of Emma Coulthard, rejected by Mark. She’d snatched David to get her own back. There’d been no logic to it.

‘You’ll have to come with me now.’

She pulled her fingers through the wiry hair in an attempt to make herself presentable.

‘I know.’ She nodded again towards her father. ‘He doesn’t have to come, does he?’

‘Not unless you want him to.’

Bernard Howe did stir sufficiently to come to the door to see them off. He put his hand for a moment on his daughter’s shoulder.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said. ‘About Kath. I should have done something about her.’

She pulled away and stood for a moment on the step, waiting for Ramsay and Sal Wedderburn to join her. Then she strode off down the street, her back straight, her arms swinging at her side.

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