A Pinch of Snuff by Reginald Hill Read Free Book Online

be disappointed,' said Pascoe, looking at the mess. 'They won't show those again.'
    'There are plenty of prints,' said Arany carelessly. 'I'll go and check the other rooms.'
    He went out as the sergeant returned. Wield waited till he was gone before saying, 'The phone wire was cut, sir.'
    'Inside or out?'
    'Inside.By the phone in the study. Both the other phones in the house are extensions.'
    'Let's look upstairs,' said Pascoe.
    Haggard had been found lying outside his bedroom door which was two doors down the landing from the study. In between was a living-room which had been comfortably if shabbily furnished with two chintz-covered armchairs and a solid dining table. Now the chairs lay on their sides with the upholstery slashed. The table's surface was scarred and a corner cabinet had been dragged off the wall.
    'What's through there?' asked Pascoe, pointing at a door in the far wall.
    'Kitchen,' said Wield, pushing it open.
    It was a long narrow room, obviously created by walling off the bottom five feet of the living-room at some time in the not-too-distant past. The furnishings were bright and modern. Pascoe walked around opening cupboards. One was locked, a full-size door which looked as if it might lead into a pantry.
    'Notice anything odd?' he asked in his best Holmesian fashion.
    'They didn't smash anything in here,' said Wield promptly.
    'All right, all right. There's no need to be so clever,' said Pascoe. 'Probably they just didn't have time.'
    The bedroom was in a mess too, but it was the study which really caught his attention, perhaps because he had seen it before the onslaught.
    Everything that could be cut, slashed, broken or overturned had been. Only the heavier items of furniture remained unmoved, though drawers had been dragged from the desk and the display cabinet had been overturned. Pascoe's attention was caught particularly by the shredded curtains and he examined them thoughtfully for a long time.
    'Anything, sir?' asked Wield.
    'Something, perhaps, but I really don't know what. They must have made some noise. Who lives next door?'
    'Just two old ladies and their cats. They sleep on the floor below, I think, and they're both as deaf as toads. They've lived there all their lives, and they're both in their seventies now. I gather the vigilantes were dead keen to recruit them for their anti-Calli campaign, but it was no go.'
    'Didn't they mind the Club, then?'
    'They are, or were, very thick with Haggard. The elder, Miss Annabelle Andover, acted as a part-time matron while the school was on the go, and I get the impression that he's been at pains to keep up the connection. You know, chicken for the cats, that kind of thing. If it ever did come to a court case, it'd be useful for him to be able to prove his immediate neighbours didn't object to the Club.'
    'Which they don't? It's a bit different from a school!'
    'I can't really say, sir,' said Wield. 'Old ladies, old-fashioned ideas, you'd say. But you never know.'
    'Well, we'd better have a chat in case they did notice anything. But at a decent hour. Let's check on Haggard first. Then I reckon we've earned some breakfast.'
    At the hospital they learned that Haggard, though intermittently conscious, was not in a fit state to be questioned so they had bacon sandwiches and coffee in the police canteen before returning to the Club.
    Arany was still there.
    'Anything missing yet?' asked Pascoe.
    'Not that I have found,' said Arany. 'Some drink from the bar, perhaps. It is hard to say, so much is broken.'
    'Well, keep at it. Perhaps you could call down at the station later, put it down on paper.'
    'What?' enquired Arany. 'There is nothing to put.'
    'Oh, you never can tell,' said Pascoe airily. 'First impressions when you arrived, that kind of thing. And by the way, would you bring a complete up-to-date list of members with you? Come on, Sergeant. Let's see if the Misses Andover are up and about yet.'
     
    The Misses Andover were, or at least their curtains were