had chosen was at the opposite end of the room to the one Bernadelli had selected.
âHeinz Schnieder,â Tony had said, out of the corner of his mouth. âYou know, like the baked beans.â
And so it had gone on. The Germans, so it seemed to Woodend, had no objection whatsoever to sitting close to the English, but they made quite sure that they kept well away from the Italians. The Poles, on the other hand, didnât mind being near the Italians, as long as, in doing so, they managed to maintain a distance between themselves and the Germans.
âIs it always like this?â Woodend asked Tony.
âPretty much,â the bar steward said. âThis place is a bit like four different clubs that just happen to meet under the same roof. Thereâs some mixinâ, I suppose, but not enough to write home about. On the whole, they prefer to stick to their own kind.â
âHas there ever been any trouble?â
The steward shrugged. âNow anâ again, when theyâve had a few drinks, thereâll be an argument â usually about the war, of course â but itâs never come to blows. Leastwise, it hasnât come to blows in here. They all like the subsidised beer they get in the club too much to do anythinâ which might make me recommend to the committee that they should be barred.â
âRight,â Woodend said. âItâs time to get this show on the road.â He turned to face the BCI shift men. âCan I have your attention, please,â he called out in a loud voice.
At the individual tables, muttered conversations gradually petered out. Woodend waited until he had total silence, then said, âI expect some of you are not happy about beinâ here. Thatâs perfectly understandable. But the plain fact is that you were the last people, apart from the murderer, to see Gerhard Schultz alive. Now, that doesnât make you automatic suspects, but you must appreciate that it doesnât rule any of you out, either.â
He stopped to light a Capstan Full Strength. The killer could be one of these men, he thought â in fact, it was highly likely that that was the case.
âIf the guilty party is in this room,â he continued, âIâm tellinâ him one thing right now â it might take me a while, but Iâm goinâ to find him. For the rest of you, Iâm simply appealinâ for your help. Anythinâ you might have seen that was a little unusual, tell me about it. Anythinâ you might have heard that could provide me with a pointer, let me know.â
He paused to give his words time to sink in, and noticed that one of the Poles had leant across the table and was talking to one of his friends in a low voice.
The chief inspector nodded his head in the Poleâs direction. âWhatâs yon buggerâs name?â he asked Tony.
âZbigniew Rozpedek.â
âExcuse me for interruptinâ, Mr Rozpedek,â Woodend said, âbut if youâd like to share your thoughts with us, sir, instead of just tellinâ them to your mate, Iâm sure weâll be very grateful.â
Rozpedek looked up. He was around forty â as most of the men in the room were â and had a large nose and fiery eyes.
âI do not have thoughts to share,â he said defiantly.
âYou seemed to have enough a minute ago.â
âI am merely translating what you said for my cousin.â
So some of these sods didnât even speak English, Woodend thought. Things were just getting better and better.
âThe way you can help is that
you
know whatâs usual around here anâ whatâs not,â Woodend continued to the men in general. âThatâs not an advantage I have as somebody cominâ in from the outside. So what Iâm goinâ to do now is give you a couple of minutes to rack your brains for any little incident that eveninâ which was out of the