Diamond Solitaire by Peter Lovesey Read Free Book Online

and slim, with blonde hair drawn back to a small ponytail and tied with a black ribbon. She didn't immediately accept the handshake. She asked, "What is this about, then?"
    He beamed. "It's about one of the children, the Japanese girl. I may be able to help."
    "You'd better come in."
    Her office evidently doubled as a classroom. There were three infants' chairs and tables. Her own desk had a lineup of painted masks made from egg boxes. The floor was spotted with paint. A menagerie of stuffed animals sat on the filing cabinet. Children's paintings ranging from competent to inept were taped to the walls. Diamond found it congenial. In the absence of a spare adult-sized chair, he perched himself on a wooden chest with a flat lid that he reckoned would take his weight.
    Miss Musgrave asked if he wanted a coffee. She had a full cup on her desk.
    "No thanks. I really don't mean to be a nuisance." At this stage he judged it wise to throw himself on her mercy. "I used to be in the police as a detective superintendent. Used to be. I must make it plain that I'm here in a private capacity." He explained about losing the Harrods job. "I saw the little girl that night, and I'm appalled that after—what is it? Six weeks? —her people haven't been found."
    "I'm sure the police are doing their best," Miss Musgrave said.
    "No question of that."
    "Meanwhile we're making her as comfortable as we can. She does need specialized care. That's my province, Mr. Diamond." She sounded defensive, yet well in control. From the guarded looks she was still giving Diamond, she hadn't much cared for his steamroller tactics in gaining admittance.
    "It's not easy, I imagine, when a child doesn't speak at all," he ventured.
    "We deal with a variety of problems here."
    "With limited resources, no doubt."
    "If you're hinting that Naomi isn't being given the attention her predicament deserves, Mr. Diamond, you're mistaken. She's been the subject of the most intensive tests and inquiries."
    "Naomi—you know her name?"
    Miss Musgrave shook her head. "We have to call her something. One of the staff from the Japanese Embassy suggested it as a name that their people and ours have in common."
    "Naomi. That's Japanese? I thought it was Old Testament."
    Hosanna! His early days as a choirboy paid off. Miss Musgrave's expression softened. A man who knew his Bible couldn't be wholly disreputable. "What exactly are you here for, Mr. Diamond?"
    "To help the kid find her people."
    "Oh—and how will you succeed when everyone up to now has failed?"
    "By being the Sherlock Holmes round here—except that I come free."
    "That's fine as far as it goes, but I don't know what the police would say about it."
    "The police are up shit creek without a paddle, as Sherlock used to remark to Dr. Watson."
    She put her fingers to her mouth, possibly, Diamond suspected, to hide a faint smile.
    He pointed to the cup and saucer on her desk. "Your coffee's getting cold."
    She lowered her hand and she was definitely smiling. "It's Bovril. Is that an example of your detective skills?"
    He made a pistol shape with his fingers and held them to the side of his head.
    Miss Musgrave, serious again, said, "Naomi can't answer questions, so I don't see what good you can do."
    "I can observe."
    "And make deductions?" She mocked him with her eyes.
    "You've got to admit the kid needs help."
    This was a telling point with Miss Musgrave. She took a long sip of the Bovril. "If you're serious, come back at two this afternoon. I'll be taking the autistic class. In this room. You can come in and see what happens. Then perhaps you'll understand the difficulty."
    An adult-sized chair had been installed just inside the door for Diamond. It wasn't possible for a man of his bulk to be unobtrusive in an office so small, but Miss Musgrave didn't mind and the children scarcely gave him a passing glance. They were shepherded in by Mrs. Straw and another woman who looked mightily relieved to be handing them over.
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