Читать книгу Deadlock - Emma Page - Страница 8

The sky was still flushed from sunset when Garbutt halted his car again at Oldmoor station. His watch showed six-ten. Time for a pleasurable stroll round, a good look at every detail, every notice.

He pulled his coat collar about his ears as he got out of the car. Bitterly cold in the wind. At least the rain was holding off.

Promptly at six-thirty the brightly lit train came thundering in. Conway leaned out of a window, gave Garbutt a cheery wave. The train clattered to a stop in the lamplit dusk. Conway jumped down and joined Garbutt under the shelter of a canopy. They stood watching the animated bustle till the train huffed and puffed its way out again, spot on time.

Whirls of coppery leaves danced along the road in the car’s headlamps as they drove out to Ferndale. Lights shone out from scattered dwellings. Conway chatted about his day at the factory. The festivities had been a trifle long-winded for his taste, the speeches a shade self-congratulatory. But it had been enjoyable enough. The sales meeting in the morning had gone particularly well. Plenty of good offers, first-class job lots of materials bought in against the demands of the advancing season.

‘You remember Irene asking me a few weeks ago about new curtains and bedspreads for the back bedroom?’ Conway said.

Garbutt nodded. ‘That’s right. She’d like them for the New Year. The eldest son and his family should be due some leave. They’ll be home from Germany around then.’

‘I promised Irene I’d let her know when we had some good discount offers. I should be able to fix her up now. We’ve got some exceptionally good promotion lines specially for the jubilee. I’ll be very surprised if she can’t find something she likes among them. If you’ve got ten minutes to spare you can pop into the house with me now, take a look at the swatches.

‘If you think any of them might suit, you can take them home with you, Irene can look through them this evening. I’ll pick them up first thing in the morning. If she does decide to place an order I’ll take it then, I can get the order pushed through right away. You’ve got to be quick off the mark with these specials, they get snapped up pretty fast, they’re terrific value.’

‘Sounds just the job.’ Garbutt was pleased. ‘I’ll come in and take a look at the patterns now. I’ve nothing on till seven-thirty, that’s when I pick up my old gent to take him along to his club. Irene’s been very satisfied with the covers you got her for the sitting room, back in the summer.’

‘That’s settled, then,’ Conway said. ‘And I can have a word with Irene in the morning about the flowers for Anna’s birthday.’

There were no lights visible as they approached Ferndale. Garbutt pulled up by the front door and they got out of the car. Conway switched on the porch light. Garbutt wiped his feet on the mat.

Conway stood rigid for a moment, frowning at the sight of the morning paper still lying folded on the side bench, but he made no comment. He picked up the paper, bent it in two and thrust it into the slant pocket of his overcoat. He set down his briefcase and pulled off his gloves, got out his keys.

‘Anna’s probably having a nap,’ he said as he unlocked the front door. His tone strove for lightness. He raised a cautionary hand to indicate the need for silence.

Cosy warmth floated out to welcome them as they stepped into the hall. ‘Come through into the kitchen,’ Conway said in a low voice. ‘You can have a cup of tea while you look at the patterns.’

Garbutt nodded and followed him along the passage to the kitchen. Everything scrupulously clean and tidy. No sign of food preparation, no smell of cooking. A faint drift of music sounded from the direction of the bathroom.

Conway’s face cleared. ‘She’s having a bath.’ His voice held relief. ‘I’ll pop along and let her know we’re here.’ He waved a hand. ‘Put the kettle on. Make yourself at home.’ He went cheerfully off.

Garbutt picked up the electric kettle and filled it at the sink. He could hear Conway tapping on the bathroom door, calling out: ‘I’m home, Anna.’ A brief silence. Louder knocking, the doorknob rattling. Conway’s voice raised, calling urgently: ‘Are you all right, Anna?’ Calling again, more loudly still. Rattling, knocking, calling.

Garbutt set down the kettle and went along to the bathroom. Conway threw him a distracted glance, his face creased in anxiety. Garbutt put his ear against the door panel. Total stillness at the other side, except for the tinkling tune from the radio.

‘She’s locked herself in,’ Conway said in a voice brittle with tension. ‘She never does that.’ He suddenly jumped back and launched himself at the door, shoulder on. The solid structure stood unyielding.

‘Let me,’ Garbutt said. At his second powerful kick the door burst open.

The bathroom was in darkness except for the light filtering in from the passage and the rosy glow from an infra-red heater on the wall above the handbasin.

The two men remained for an instant in frozen silence, gazing in, then Conway raised a hand to pull the cord of the light switch. In the moment before his fingers touched the cord, Garbutt’s eyes made out the pale form reclining in the bath.

The ceiling light sprang to life and Garbutt saw that the bath was full of blood.