said, deadpan.
As he walked away, Elizabeth Driver giggled quietly. âWhat am I going to do with you?â she asked Rutter.
âI donât know,â Rutter replied. âWhat
are
you going to do with me?â
âI think we both know the answer to that,â Driver replied, with just a hint of sexiness in her voice. âBut before we get to all that heaving and groaning, why donât you tell me what youâve been doing since we last saw each other? And remember, I donât want to hear any police business.â
It was so easy to talk to Liz, Rutter told himself, as he did as sheâd asked. The subject of the conversation â even the words they used to express themselves â didnât really matter. It was the very
act
of talking which was important â which had such a soothing effect on him.
And then, belatedly, he realized how much time must have passed, and glancing down at his watch confirmed his suspicion was true.
âI have to go,â he said.
Elizabeth Driver smiled again. âAnd where, exactly, are you off to?â she asked. âLet me guess. Youâre going to the Drum and Monkey â for another session of that brainsâ trust that runs on best bitter served in
pint
glasses.â
Rutter smiled back. âThatâs right,â he agreed.
âWill I see you tonight?â
Rutter shrugged. âYou know what itâs like during an investigation. I canât promise anything.â
âYou donât have to be tied down by this job of yours, you know,â Elizabeth Driver said. âI could hire you as an investigator, to do all my legwork for me. Youâd be very good at it, youâd be earning at least twice what youâre earning now â and weâd get to spend much more time together.â
âI wonât say itâs not a tempting idea,â Rutter admitted, âbut how would it look if you employed someone you were emotionally involved with?â
âIt would look exactly like what it was â as if I was taking on the best man for the job.â
âYouâre very sweet,â Rutter said, standing up. âAnd listen, I really will try to see you tonight, if I possibly can.â
âI know you will,â Driver told him. âAnd if you canât make it, well, Iâll understand â and Iâll try not to be too disÂappointed at spending another night alone.â
âYou really
are
sweet,â Rutter said, leaning over and kissing her briefly on the lips, before turning away.
It was only as he was walking to the door that it occurred to Rutter that anyone overhearing the latter half of their conversation would have taken them for an old-established, rather happily married, couple.
âSo weâve agreed weâll get nothinâ much of any value out of questioninâ the tramps?â Woodend said to Beresford and Paniatowski.
âExcept maybe from the one I talked to â the one who calls himself Pogo,â Paniatowski replied.
âExcept for him,â Woodend concurred. âBut even in his case, I wouldnât put too much reliance on him cominâ up with anythinâ useful.â He paused, to take a drag on his cigarÂette, then said, âSo what else have we got?â
âIt might help if we could find out who the dead man was,â Paniatowski said. âBut since we donât even know what he
looked like
, that seems a very remote possibility.â
âAye, itâs a real bugger,â Woodend agreed.
âPerhaps weâll get some help from the general public on that,â Beresford suggested.
âIn what way?â
âWeâll ask them to describe all the tramps they
have
seen, compare them to the descriptions of the tramps weâve interviewed, and see if thereâs one that doesnât match up.â
âAnâ hope that the tramp they describe hasnât simply moved on since the last