Death of a Valentine Part 24

"Tell Daviot I've gone for a walk to clear my head."

Hamish slid out of the kitchen door followed by Lugs and Sonsie and started the long walk by way of the fields at the back to the Tommel Castle Hotel.

He was directed to Elspeth's room and knocked at the door. When she opened it, he said, "How can I ever thank you!"

"Come in, Hamish, and bring the beasties with you."

Hamish sat down wearily. "Thon was one great piece o' detective work, Elspeth."

"You need to thank Angela as well. She was worried about you. I guessed because she told me you'd gone to Dr. Brodie for blood and urine tests that you were sure you'd been drugged. Then there's Josie. Angela was sure you didn't care anything for her. I just wanted to make sure."

"You'd make a better seer than auld Angus any day. He didn't suspect a thing. Look, Elspeth, this is short notice but I've got plane tickets to Corsica and the hotel is booked-single rooms, mind. I've been told to take a break. Why don't you come with me?"

"Maybe I could. I've been told to take some leave."

"I'll get Josie's air ticket changed to your name. It'll be great to get away. The press'll be hounding me for a week. We'll need to be at the Inverness airport at six in the morning."

Elspeth was suddenly very happy. "We can make it."

"Right. I'll just use your phone and see to that ticket."

Josie and her mother were sitting gloomily in a hotel outside Perth. As the limousine had turned into their street, Flora saw press ranged outside their house and told the driver to reverse quickly. She had left Josie in the hotel and had gone back to pack up clothes for them to wear, not wanting to return to Lochdubh. The press followed her when she left after loading two suitcases into the limo. "Can you lose them?" she asked the driver frantically.

"Sure," he said. By shooting two red lights in Perth, racing up the A-9 at one hundred miles an hour, and then swerving off the road and up a farm track, he was able to hide out until the pursuers roared past.

Flora had been left very comfortably off but she felt bitterly that Josie's caper was costing her a fortune as she paid off the driver and tipped him handsomely. Then there were gratuities paid to the staff of the hotel so that they would deny ever having seen them.

"It's all Hamish's fault," said Josie. "I'd have made him a good wife."

"You're mad!" said her mother, and Josie burst into tears.

The police called for her two days later and told her a police car was waiting for her downstairs to take her to Strathbane. The hotel staff were willing to lie to the press but not to the police. Flora wanted to go with her but was told firmly to stay behind.

"I'm going home, Josie," she said as Josie was led from the hotel. "If the press are there when you get back, you'll just need to face them."

Angela said to her husband, "Hamish has gone off to Corsica with Elspeth. Do you think they'll get married?"

"G.o.d forbid. This village has had enough of Hamish Macbeth and his weddings. And the sooner he gets back here and picks up those pets of his, the happier I'll be. That cat of his frightens me to death."

Josie, on her way into police headquarters, was stopped by Blair. "Tell them that Macbeth led ye on," he said. "Tell them he wound ye up."

So Josie, dressed neatly in a tailored suit and white blouse with her hair brushed and s.h.i.+ning, said in a low voice that she was so very sorry, that Hamish had wooed her and led her on.

But because she had proved herself to be an expert liar, this was not believed-which she saw immediately from the stony faces looking at her. The interview went on for a long time as they dragged everything out of her, from taking the date-rape drug from the evidence room, to drugging Hamish, to faking evidence that she was pregnant.

Finally, Josie was told to wait outside. She sat miserably on a hard chair in the corridor. She felt numb.

When she was called in after ten minutes, she was told she was no longer welcome on the police force. Hamish Macbeth had phoned from the Inverness airport to say he would not be pressing charges. They wanted the whole scandal hushed up as quickly as possible. If Josie talked to the press, however, they would press charges against her.

Downstairs, n.o.body looked at her as she made her way out. She now had to drive to the manse in Lochdubh to collect her clothes. She had begged her mother to do it for her, but Flora had hardened towards her daughter and told her to do it herself.

She hoped against hope that Mrs. Wellington would be out when she arrived, but that lady was in the kitchen. "I'm sorry," said Josie.

Mrs. Wellington was stirring something vigorously on the stove. She did not turn round. "Get your things and go," she said.

When she had everything packed up, she took her suitcases out to the car and drove out of Lochdubh. As she was approaching the Tommel Castle Hotel, she suddenly thought that one drink for the road would brace her. She went into the bar and ordered a whisky.

Mr. Johnson came in after she had sat down with her drink and began talking to the barman. She went up to him. "Is Miss Grant staying here?"

"No she's not," he snapped. "She's gone off to Corsica with Hamish."

Josie slowly sat down again. How could they do this to her? It was her her honeymoon. honeymoon.

Hamish and Elspeth spent a few blissful days either walking around the old walled Genoese town of Porto Vecchio or swimming at the beach of Palombaggia, a dream of white sand and clear blue water protected by pink granite rocks. Hamish said he still felt a bit shaky, and in the evenings, he liked to sit in some cafe or other watching the people go by.

Elspeth talked about her work at the television station. Unlike Hamish, she felt she could not relax because she knew there were a good few women who coveted her job. At times, when Hamish was dreamily sitting looking out at the crowd, she had an impulse to rush to the airport and get the next plane home. It was not as if Hamish showed any romantic feelings towards her. He treated her more like a male friend and at night they both retired to their separate rooms.

On their fourth evening there, Hamish suddenly said, "If you got married, would you leave your job?"

"No," said Elspeth. "Well, maybe. I haven't had much success with men."

Hamish was wondering whether to propose. He did not relish the idea of moving to Glasgow. Elspeth was easy and affectionate with him. She could always work for Strathbane Television. Horrible although the experience with Josie had been, it had put the idea of children into his mind. A son or daughter would be great. He had seen jewellers with pretty rings. He had been on the verge of proposing to her for so long but something had always thwarted him. Perhaps it would be a good idea just to take the plunge and see what they could work out.

Back in his room that evening, he thought that perhaps he would find out if there was any news of Priscilla. He obscurely felt it would be some sort of way of saying goodbye to the love that had plagued him for so long.

Elspeth was sitting out on the balcony of her room when she clearly heard him telephoning and asking for news of Priscilla. Always Priscilla, she thought. She went indoors, determined not to hear any more.

Over breakfast the next morning, Elspeth noticed that Hamish was glowing with happiness and excitement. "I think I'll take myself off for a look at the shops this morning," said Hamish. "Don't bother coming with me."

"I'll probably stay here on the terrace and read," said Elspeth. She was suddenly determined to follow him. She felt he was up to something.

Hamish stopped in front of a jewellers' window. Then he went inside the shop. The door was open. Elspeth heard him saying, "I'm looking for an engagement ring."

So that was that, thought Elspeth. That phone call and then all his happiness and excitement at breakfast. Priscilla must have arrived back from Australia and he must have proposed to her on the phone. And he didn't say a word to me!

I have risked my career for that b.a.s.t.a.r.d, she thought as she returned to her room and hurriedly packed. I am not even going to leave a note for him. I just want out of here.

When Hamish returned to the hotel, he went straight up to Elspeth's room. There was no reply to his knock. He decided to go down onto the hotel terrace and wait for her.

After an hour, he went in to the desk and asked if Miss Grant had left a message for him.

He was told to his horror that Miss Grant had checked out. He took a taxi to the airport. He was just in time to see Elspeth disappearing through Departures.

"Elspeth!" he shouted. But she did not turn round. He tried to get through into Departures but was told he could not pa.s.s. He begged and pleaded. He said he was a police officer, but to no avail.

What had gone wrong? If she had been called back to Glasgow, why had she not left a note for him?

But as he wearily returned to the hotel, he began to feel very stupid indeed. He had kissed her good night on the cheek but, apart from that, he had not shown any romantic feelings towards her. Perhaps she had felt she had done enough for him and had got bored.

By evening, though, a strange thing had happened. With Elspeth gone, he could not remember what had prompted him to want to propose. When she was with him, he felt their companions.h.i.+p was so strong that surely he was in love with her. But if he were in love, he should be feeling heartbroken. He decided to treat himself to a lobster dinner that evening and forget about the whole sorry business.

Flora was seriously worried. Josie was hardly ever sober. At last, she confronted her daughter. "Josie, either you go to an AA meeting or I'm turning you out."

"You wouldn't," gasped Josie.

"I would that. Here's the address. Get yourself along there this evening. You haven't started drinking yet today and you're not going to. I'm going to watch you like a hawk every minute."

Flora drove Josie to a church hall that evening and said grimly, "I'll be back to pick you up when the meeting is over."

Josie walked into the hall. All the faces seemed like a blur. She sat down at a large table. The meeting began. The secretary said, "As usual at this meeting, we go round the room and introduce ourselves."

When it reached Josie, she clasped her shaking hands and said, "My name is Josie, and I am an alcoholic." And with that, she burst into tears. The man seated next to her put an arm around her shoulders. "You'll be all right," he said, handing her a clean handkerchief.

Josie barely listened to the speaker. The man next to her had his hands on the table. She could see his sleeve and an edge of white s.h.i.+rt with cuff links. He was wearing a gold watch. Josie dried her eyes and stole a look at his face. It was a square handsome face, and he had blue eyes.

At the end of the meeting, she said, "Can you help me?"

"We could go for a coffee, if you like," he said.

"Oh, my mother will be waiting outside to take me home."

"It's important you get help," he said. "We'll tell her I'll drive you home."

Josie's mind rocketed into romance immediately. He looked rich. He was miles better looking than stupid Hamish Macbeth. Life was definitely looking up.

And there was that bottle of vodka she had hidden in the garden, just waiting for her.

Epilogue.

O Caledonia! Stern and wild! Land of brown heath and s.h.a.ggy wood, Land of brown heath and s.h.a.ggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires! What mortal hand Land of my sires! What mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand. That knits me to thy rugged strand. -Sir Walter Scott -Sir Walter Scott Lochdubh settled back into its usually lazy life as a rare fine summer spread across the Highlands of Scotland.

Hamish appreciated his life as never before. Any crimes he had to deal with were small. He covered his extensive beat, glorying in the landscape. He had only two worries. Elspeth had not returned any of his calls. And he had not been demoted, so there was still the threat of another police officer being billeted on him.

As autumn came around, he travelled down to the High Court in Edinburgh for the trial of Jamie Baxter. He endured a long cross-examination by the defence stoically. By the time it was all over and Jamie was sentenced to three life terms for the three murders, he felt tired and edgy. Elspeth came back into his mind. Glasgow was only a short distance away. He decided to call on her and see if he could find out why she had left Corsica so abruptly.

But at the television studios, the receptionist, after phoning to see whether Elspeth was available, said sweetly that he would need to leave his name and number and Miss Grant would get in touch with him-if she wished.

He knew where Elspeth lived so he drove to her flat down by the River Clyde, parked, and waited. It was a long wait but policemen were used to long waits on doorsteps.

At last at ten in the evening, he saw her drive up the street and park. She got out of the car. She looked slim and elegant, not at all like the frizzy-haired, thrift-shop-dressed Elspeth he had first met when she was a reporter on the Highland Times Highland Times.

A red sunset was setting over the waters of the Clyde. Little fiery points danced on the choppy water as he climbed down from the police Land Rover feeling stiff and awkward.

"Elspeth!"

She swung round at the entrance to the flats and stared at him. "What is it, Hamish?"

"What iss it, la.s.sie? You ran away from me in Corsica, you didn't answer my calls, what on earth did I do?"

"Nothing."

"Then why why?"

"Hamish, I'm tired. Do we need to go into this now? All I want to do is get to bed."

"Yes, now. Can we go inside?"

"No. Look, Hamish," lied Elspeth, "I phoned the studio that evening in Corsica and they said someone was trying to take my job. I panicked. I didn't stop to think. I just rushed off to the airport."

"But you met me for breakfast the following morning and you didn't say a word!"

"Look, I left on an impulse. I'm sorry, okay? Now if you don't mind..."

She turned away from him and went into the block of flats.

Hamish climbed slowly back into the Land Rover and sat deep in thought. What on earth could he have done? That evening before she left, had he said anything to put her off? He remembered that phone call to the hotel and how he'd asked for news of Priscilla. Could she have heard him? Then he remembered that the windows to his balcony had been open; and if Elspeth's had been open; well, she could have heard him. What if she had followed him in the morning and heard him asking for an engagement ring and a.s.sumed it was for Priscilla? Was that it?

Oh, what's the use, he thought. Just let me get back to Lochdubh.

Elspeth stood at the window. She suddenly turned and ran out of her flat and down the stairs to the street. But she was just in time to see the Land Rover turning the corner and disappearing.

Josie McSween was married. She was now Mrs. Jeffries, married to a divorced lawyer she had met at a meeting, the one who had given her his handkerchief. They had been married quietly in a registry office and had gone to Paris on honeymoon. But even in Paris there were b.l.o.o.d.y AA meetings where she sat moodily glaring at slogans with legends like LIVE AND LET G.o.d LIVE AND LET G.o.d and wondering what G.o.d had ever done for her. and wondering what G.o.d had ever done for her.

Still, a lot of s.e.x had counteracted her cravings for drink until they were back in Perth and Tom Jeffries, her husband, was once more immersed in work. She knew she did not dare even have one drink because as Tom had pointed out, you can't bulls.h.i.+t the bulls.h.i.+tters and he would know the minute she had lapsed.

For fear of the press, the wedding had been kept very quiet. She longed to show Hamish Macbeth and all those creeps in Lochdubh that she was now a rich, married lady.

So one Sat.u.r.day, she startled her husband by proposing that they drive up to Lochdubh. "I know I had an awful time there," said Josie. "But Sutherland is very beautiful. We could just drive along the waterfront at Lochdubh but not stop."