“What’s the matter?” Alleyn asked. Bruce had dealt his knees a devastating smack with his ginger-haired earthy hands.

“When I think of it,” he said. “When I mind how me and her would have our bit crack of an evening when I came in for my dram. Making plans for the planting season and a’ that. When I remember how she’d talk sae free and friendly and there, all unbeknownst, was my captain’s wife that he’d let on to me was the sonsiest lass in the land. He had her picture in his wallet and liked fine to look at it. I took a wee keek mysel’ one morning when I was brushing his tunic. She was bonny, aye she was that. Fair as a flooer. She seems to have changed and why wouldn’t she over the passage of the years? Ou aye,” he said heavily. “She changed.”

“We all do,” said Alleyn. “You’ve changed, yourself. I didn’t recognize you at first, in the photographs.”

“That’d be the beard,” he said seriously and looked over his lightly sweating torso with the naïve self-approval of the physically fit male. “I’m no’ so bad in other respects,” he said.

“You got to know Captain Carter quite well, I suppose?”

“Not to say well, just. And yet you could put it like that. What’s that speil to the effect that no man’s a hero to his valet? He can be so to his soldier-servant and the Captain came near enough to it with me.”

“Did you get in touch with his wife after he was killed? Perhaps write to her?”

“Na, na. I wadna tak’ the liberty. And foreby I was back wi’ the regiment that same night and awa’ to the front. We didna get the news until after we landed.”

“When did you return to England?”

“After the war. I was taken at Cassino and spent the rest of the duration in a prison camp.”

“And Mrs. Carter never got in touch? I mean: Captain Carter wrote quite a lot about you in his letters. He always referred to you as The Corp. I would have thought she would have liked to get in touch.”

“Did he? Did he mention me, now?” said Bruce eagerly. “To think o’ that.”

“Look here, Gardener, you realize by this time, don’t you, that we are considering the possibility of foul play in this business?”

Bruce arranged the photographs carefully like playing cards, in his left fist and contemplated them as if they were all aces.

“I’m aware of that,” he said absently. “It’s a horrid conclusion but I’m aware of it. To think he made mention of me in his correspondence. Well, now!”

“Are you prepared to help us if you can? Do,” begged Alleyn, “stop looking at those damn’ photographs. Here — give them to me and attend to what I say.”

Bruce with every sign of reluctance yielded up the photographs.

“I hear you,” he said. “Ou aye. I am prepared.”

“Good. Now. First question. Did Captain Carter ever mention to you or in your hearing, a valuable stamp in his possession?”

“He did not. Wait!” said Bruce dramatically. “Aye. I mind it now. It was before he went on his last leave. He said it was in his bank in the City but he was no’ just easy in his mind on account of the blitz and intended to uplift it.”

“Did he say what he meant to do with it?”

“Na, na. Not a wurrred to that effect.”

“Sure?”

“Aye, I’m sure,” said Bruce, indifferently.

“Oh, well,” Alleyn said after a pause and looked at Fox.

“You can’t win all the time,” said Fox.

Bruce shook himself like a wet dog. “I’ll not deny this has been a shock to me,” he said. “It’s given me an unco awkward feeling. As if,” he added opening his eyes very wide and producing a flight of fancy that seemed to surprise him, “as if time, in a manner of speaking, had got itself mixed. That’s a gey weird notion, to be sure.”

“Tell me, Gardener. Are you a Scot by birth?”

“Me? Na, na, I’m naething of the sort, sir. Naething of the sort. But I’ve worked since I was a laddie, in Scotland and under Scots instruction. I enlisted in Scotland. I served in a Scots regiment and I daresay you’ve noticed I’ve picked up a trick or two of the speech.”

“Yes,” said Alleyn. “I had noticed.

“Aye,” said Bruce complacently. “I daresay I’d pass for one in a crowd and proud to do it.” As if to put a signature to his affirmation he gave Alleyn a look that he would have undoubtedly described as “canny.”

“I ken well enough,” he said, “that I must feature on your short list if it’s with homicide that you’re concerning yourself, Superintendent. For the simple reason the deceased left me twenty-five thousand pounds, et cetera. That’s correct, is it not?”

“Yes,” Alleyn said. “That’s correct.”

“I didna reckon to be contradicted and I can only hope it won’t be long before you eliminate me from the file. In the meantime I can do what any guiltless man can do under the circumstances: tell the truth and hope I’m believed. For I have told you the truth, Chief Superintendent. I have indeed.”

“By and large, Bruce,” said Alleyn, “I believe you have.”

“There’s no ‘by’ and there’s no ‘large’ in it,” he said seriously, “and I don’t doubt you’ll come to acknowledge the fact.”

“I hope to,” Alleyn said cheerfully. “With that end in view tell me what you think of Dr. Schramm? You’ve met him, haven’t you?”

Bruce stared at him. He turned red and looked wary. “I canna see what my opinion of the doctor would have to do wi’ the matter in hand,” he said.

“You prefer not to give it?”

“I didna say so. I make no secret of what I think of the doctor. I think he’s not to be trusted.”

“Really? Why?”

“Leave it at that. Call it instinct. I canna thole the man and that’s the long and the short of it.”

He looked at his wrist-watch, a Big Ben of its species, glanced at the sun and said he ought to be getting down to the churchyard.

“At St. Crispin’s?”

“Aye. Did ye no’ hear? Jim Jobbin has the lumbago on him and I’m digging the grave. It’s entirely appropriate that I should do so.”

“Yes?”

“Aye, ’tis. I’ve done her digging up here and she’d have been well content I’d do it down there in the finish. The difference being we canna have our bit crack over the matter. So if you’ve no further requirements of me, sir, I’ll bid you good-day and get on with it.”

“Can we give you a lift?”

“I’m much obliged, sir, but I have my ain auld car. Mrs. Jim has left a piece and a bottle ready and I’ll take them with me. If its a long job and it may be that, I’ll get a bite of supper at my sister’s. She has a wee piece up Stile Lane, overlooking the kirk. When would the deceased be brought for burying, can you tell me that?”

“This evening. After dark, very likely.”

“And rest in the kirk overnight?”

“Yes.”

“Ou aye,” said Bruce on an indrawn breath. “That’s a very decent arrangement. Aweel, I’ve a long job ahead of me.”

“Thank you for your help.”

Alleyn went to the yard door of the empty room. He opened it and looked in. Nothing had changed.

“Is this part of the flat that was to be built for you?” he called out

“Aye, that was the idea,” said Bruce.

“Does Mr. Carter take an interest in it?”

“Ach, he’s always peering and prying. You’d think,” said Bruce distastefully, “it was him that’s the lawful heir.”

“Would you so,” said Alleyn absently. “Come along, Fox.”

They left Bruce pulling his shirt over his head in an easy workmanlike manner. He threw his jacket across his shoulder, took up his shovel and marched off,

“In his way,” said Fox, “a remarkable chap.”

iii

Verity, to her surprise, was entertaining Nikolas Markos to luncheon. He had rung her up the day before and asked her to “take pity” on him.

“If you would prefer it,” he had said, “I will drive you somewhere else, all the way to the Ritz if you like, and you shall be my guest. But I did wonder, rather wistfully, if we might have an egg under your lime trees. Our enchanting Prue is staying with us and I suddenly discover myself to be elderly. Worse: she, dear child, is taking pains with me.”