been close enough to hear Woodendâs words, did a half-turn towards the door.
âNot you, Inspector!â Woodend said loudly. âYou can take a seat â because itâs about time you anâ me had a little talk.â
Paniatowski and Beresford made the hurried exit which had obviously been demanded of them, but before they reached the door, Paniatowski distinctly heard Woodend say, âSo tell me, Inspector Rutter, are you still a full-time member of this team or arenât you?â
It was not like Charlie to speak so loudly, she thought as she stepped out on to the pavement â so the fact that sheâd heard what he said meant that sheâd been
intended
to hear it.
Or to put it another way, her hearing it had been part of Rutterâs punishment.
Six
T he note that Woodend found waiting for him on his desk when he returned from the Drum and Monkey was brief â and very much to the point.
âThe chief constable wishes to see you
the moment
you return to headquarters,â it read.
Woodend studied Marloweâs spidery handwriting for a second, and then found himself wondering just what kind of man it was who needed to write about himself in the third person.
âAnâ the answer is,â he said aloud to his empty office, âitâs the kind of man whoâs a real dickhead.â
Then he sat down, lit up a cigarette, and promised himself he would smoke it really slowly.
When he did finally reach the chief constableâs office, ten minutes later, he discovered that his boss was not alone â nor even, apparently, in charge. For while Marlowe usually sought to reinforce his position in the pecking order by sitting behind his over-large desk, his chair was at that moment occupied by another man, and the chief constable himself was standing by the window.
The man behind the desk was in his middle forties. He was square-faced, brown-eyed and had a cleft in his chin. His body had the chunkiness of a rugby player, and if that had been his sport, heâd obviously made an effort to keep in shape after heâd hung up his boots for the last time.
âYou know Councillor Lowry, donât you, Mr Woodend?â Marlowe asked.
Woodend nodded in the general direction of the man behind the desk. âWeâve met,â he said.
âAs you may already be aware, Councillor Lowry is not only the managing director of the highly successful Lowry Engineering Company, but also the chairman of the Police Authority for Central Lancashire,â Marlowe said.
There didnât seem to be much to say in response, so Woodend said nothing. But what he was
thinking
was that Lowryâs appearance spelled trouble. Ever since heâd assumed the chairmanship of the police authority the previous year, Lowry had been harrying the Force to produce more results at a lower cost to the ratepayers. And that, in Woodendâs opinion, led to bad police practice.
Lowry had been studying Woodend intently for some seconds, but now he turned his attention to Marlowe, and said, âThank you, Henry.â
It was as neat â and abrupt â a dismissal as Woodend had ever seen, and in the face of it the chief constable could do no more than nod and reply, âWell, if you need me for anything, Telââ
âIâll know where to find you,â Lowry interrupted him. Then he waited until Marlowe had stepped out into the corridor, before continuing, âDo take a seat, Chief Inspector Woodend.â
Woodend sat.
âEvery once in a while, I make it my business to meet one of the officers who work for this police authority,â Lowry said. âIt helps to give me some idea of what the grass roots are thinking.â
âNo need to talk to us foot soldiers to find that out,â Woodend said. âJust ask the chief constable. After all, as one of the most experienced sergeants on the force was tellinâ me only this morninâ, Mr