Long Spoon Lane
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Thank you. Monk drank the tea and felt some resemblance of life return to his body, warmth working slowly from the inside outward.
Accident? Sergeant Palmer asked, looking at the bodies now lying on the floor, faces decently covered with spare coats.
Dont know yet, Monk replied. Came off Waterloo Bridge right in front of us, but we cant be sure how it happened.
Palmer frowned, puzzled. He had his doubts about Monks competence anyway, and this indecision went toward confirming them.
Orme finished his tea. Went off together, he said, looking at Palmer expressionlessly. Ard to tell if e were trying to save er, or couldve pushed er. Know what killed em all right, poor souls. It the water ard, like they always do. But I daresay as well never know for certain why.
Palmer waited for Monk to say something. The room was suddenly silent. The other two men from the boat, Jones and Butterworth, stood watching, turning from one to the other, to see what Monk would do. It was a test again. Would he match up to Durban?
Get the surgeon to look at them, just in case theres something else, Monk answered. Probably isnt, but we dont want to risk looking stupid.
Drownded, Palmer said sourly, turning away. Come orff one o the bridges, yer always are. Anybody knows that. Water shocks yer an so yer breathes it in. Kills yer. Quicks almost the only good thing to it.
And how stupid will we look if we say shes a suicide, and it turns out she was knifed or strangled, but we didnt notice it? Monk asked quietly. Or with child, and we didnt see that, either? I just want to make sure. Look at the quality of her clothes. Shes not a street woman. She has a decent address and she may have family. We owe them the truth.
Palmer colored unhappily. It wont make them feel no better if shes with child, he observed without looking back at Monk.
We dont look for the answers that make people feel better, Monk told him. We have to deal with the ones we find closest to the truth. We know who they are and where they lived. Orme and I are going to tell their families. You get the police surgeon to look at them.
Yes, sir, Palmer said stiffly. Youll be goin ome to put dry clothes on, no doubt? He raised his eyebrows.
Monk had already learned that lesson. Ive got a dry shirt and coat in the cupboard. Theyll do fine.
Orme turned away, but not before Monk had seen his smile.
Long Spoon Lane is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
2006 Ballantine Books Mass Market Edition
Copyright © 2005 by Anne Perry
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