by J M Gregson
For a moment, it looked as if she would weep at the memories that besieged her. Hook said softly, ‘Loved him enough to kill the man who was besmirching his memory.’
She glanced at him for an instant, as if she was surprised to see him sitting there, as if she resented his intrusion into her memories. ‘I don’t know what I intended to do when I went to see Peter that night. I think I thought that if I threatened him with the pistol I’d frighten him off. But he laughed in my face — he obviously thought an elderly middle-class lady wouldn’t use a firearm on him.’
‘As we did also, for rather too long,’ Lambert said quietly, with a strange combination of grimness and tenderness.
‘I waved the pistol at him and asked for a guarantee that he wouldn’t speak and would destroy whatever vile notes he’d made on George and his business career. He refused and laughed at the idea. When I levelled the weapon at him he grabbed it and we struggled for a few seconds. It was quite ridiculous, two people of our ages struggling like that. But then the gun went off — twice in quick succession — and it wasn’t ridiculous any more. I couldn’t believe what had happened for a moment, but I could see that he was dead without even checking. I got out as quickly as I could.’
‘And took the pistol with you. Where is it now, Mrs Charles?’
At the bottom of the River Wye. I can take you to the spot, but I doubt you’ll recover it.’
Lambert doubted it too. But it wouldn’t be necessary now. There was material for a plea of involuntary manslaughter in her account, once it had been shaped by a clever defence lawyer. But the prosecution would argue that she had gone to see Preston with murderous intent, with a loaded pistol in her handbag. That was fortunately not police business. Hook stepped forward and pronounced the words of arrest in a muted, almost apologetic tone.
She nodded her recognition of the formal phrases familiar to any crime writer, then stood and signified that she was ready to accompany them. She said, ‘I wouldn’t have allowed it to go to trial, you know, if you’d arrested someone else. I’d have come forward immediately. It’s important to me that you know that. I suppose I just hoped that it might go down as an unsolved case.’
Hook had the completely unprofessional thought as he stood beside her that he might not have minded that. This killer was worth much more than her despicable victim.
She strode steadily before them to the door of her sitting room, then stopped and turned. There was no need for words. Lambert said quietly, ‘We’ll make sure that Roland is looked after, Mrs Charles. He’ll have a happy home.’
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