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.”Bourke came back bubbling with news.“Wait till you hear.It’s the redhead we most admire, our Sybil.” Carol tensed.“Yes?” she said.“When I told Hilary Cosgrove we knew she planned to see Pagett on Sunday night, she denied it at first, but after a while I broke her down.She admitted sneaking out and walking up the hill from her place—it takes about ten minutes.She says she’d just entered Pagett’s driveway when she heard a loud argument and then a series of crashes and angry voices.She wasn’t sure what to do, and while she was standing there, Sybil Quade comes flying out of the house, leaps into her car, and roars off so fast she nearly skittles Hilary.”“She’s sure it was Sybil Quade?”“Positive.Hilary’s in her English class.”“Did she hear any of the argument clearly?”“No, only ‘you bastard’ from Sybil.And she says she thinks she was crying when she ran out of the house.”“What happened then?”“She said she was confused.She started to walk home again, got halfway down the hill, and then changed her mind.She went back, knocked on the door, and Pagett let her in.”“And?”Bourke looked pleased.“The really interesting bit is this,” he said.“When Hilary went into Pagett’s place, she found he wasn’t alone.Tony Quade was there.Not only that, she thinks they were having an argument, but they stopped it when she came in.”“I can’t believe even Bill Pagett would tell her she had to get an abortion in front of Tony Quade.”“You’re absolutely right,” said Bourke with sarcastic emphasis.“Pagett showed unsuspected sensitivity.He didn’t mention an abortion, just talked to her for a bit and finally told her to go back home and that he’d see her the next night.But of course, he didn’t, because he was dead.”“What was Tony Quade doing while all this was going on?”“Pacing around drinking a can of beer.Pagett was nice enough to drive Hilary home, and when they left the house, Quade was still there.She says he looked angry, but she doesn’t know why.In the car, she started to ask Pagett about Sybil Quade, but when she did, he turned on her, so she shut up.” Bourke shook his head.“Sybil Quade has been lying to us,” he observed.“Yes,” said Carol.Chapter Eight“Mrs.Quade?” Bourke said.“Inspector Ashton has asked me to contact you.I’m afraid there are a few details to clear up, and it would be a help if you could be available this afternoon here at the Bellwhether police station.I’ve already asked Mrs.Farrell to have your lessons covered.Would you like me to send a car for you, or would you rather drive yourself?”She said she would rather take her own car, agreed on two o’clock as the time, and slowly replaced the receiver.“What was that about?” asked Terry, who had come into the empty staff room as she had been speaking.“The police.They want to ask me some more questions.”Terry was bitterly hostile.“Oh, really? Didn’t that blonde bitch ask you enough questions yesterday evening?” At her startled look he smiled with grim satisfaction.“Yes, Syb.I went round to your place, just to see if everything was all right.And who should I see arriving but Inspector Bloody Ashton.”“You’re spying on me.”“I don’t see you have any reason to be angry.At least I’m not lying to you the way you are to me.Why did you fob me off by saying you had a headache?”“For God’s sake, Terry! Why must you always want something from me? Why can’t you leave me alone?”Surprisingly, Terry’s face softened.“Don’t get hysterical, Syb.I know you’re under pressure.I wouldn’t say these things to you if I didn’t love you.”“No, of course you wouldn’t,” she said, flooded with relief at the realization that he had no idea what had happened between herself and Carol.She suddenly felt immensely tired.“Terry, about tonight.”His black eyes met hers.“Yes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.”Bourke came back bubbling with news.“Wait till you hear.It’s the redhead we most admire, our Sybil.” Carol tensed.“Yes?” she said.“When I told Hilary Cosgrove we knew she planned to see Pagett on Sunday night, she denied it at first, but after a while I broke her down.She admitted sneaking out and walking up the hill from her place—it takes about ten minutes.She says she’d just entered Pagett’s driveway when she heard a loud argument and then a series of crashes and angry voices.She wasn’t sure what to do, and while she was standing there, Sybil Quade comes flying out of the house, leaps into her car, and roars off so fast she nearly skittles Hilary.”“She’s sure it was Sybil Quade?”“Positive.Hilary’s in her English class.”“Did she hear any of the argument clearly?”“No, only ‘you bastard’ from Sybil.And she says she thinks she was crying when she ran out of the house.”“What happened then?”“She said she was confused.She started to walk home again, got halfway down the hill, and then changed her mind.She went back, knocked on the door, and Pagett let her in.”“And?”Bourke looked pleased.“The really interesting bit is this,” he said.“When Hilary went into Pagett’s place, she found he wasn’t alone.Tony Quade was there.Not only that, she thinks they were having an argument, but they stopped it when she came in.”“I can’t believe even Bill Pagett would tell her she had to get an abortion in front of Tony Quade.”“You’re absolutely right,” said Bourke with sarcastic emphasis.“Pagett showed unsuspected sensitivity.He didn’t mention an abortion, just talked to her for a bit and finally told her to go back home and that he’d see her the next night.But of course, he didn’t, because he was dead.”“What was Tony Quade doing while all this was going on?”“Pacing around drinking a can of beer.Pagett was nice enough to drive Hilary home, and when they left the house, Quade was still there.She says he looked angry, but she doesn’t know why.In the car, she started to ask Pagett about Sybil Quade, but when she did, he turned on her, so she shut up.” Bourke shook his head.“Sybil Quade has been lying to us,” he observed.“Yes,” said Carol.Chapter Eight“Mrs.Quade?” Bourke said.“Inspector Ashton has asked me to contact you.I’m afraid there are a few details to clear up, and it would be a help if you could be available this afternoon here at the Bellwhether police station.I’ve already asked Mrs.Farrell to have your lessons covered.Would you like me to send a car for you, or would you rather drive yourself?”She said she would rather take her own car, agreed on two o’clock as the time, and slowly replaced the receiver.“What was that about?” asked Terry, who had come into the empty staff room as she had been speaking.“The police.They want to ask me some more questions.”Terry was bitterly hostile.“Oh, really? Didn’t that blonde bitch ask you enough questions yesterday evening?” At her startled look he smiled with grim satisfaction.“Yes, Syb.I went round to your place, just to see if everything was all right.And who should I see arriving but Inspector Bloody Ashton.”“You’re spying on me.”“I don’t see you have any reason to be angry.At least I’m not lying to you the way you are to me.Why did you fob me off by saying you had a headache?”“For God’s sake, Terry! Why must you always want something from me? Why can’t you leave me alone?”Surprisingly, Terry’s face softened.“Don’t get hysterical, Syb.I know you’re under pressure.I wouldn’t say these things to you if I didn’t love you.”“No, of course you wouldn’t,” she said, flooded with relief at the realization that he had no idea what had happened between herself and Carol.She suddenly felt immensely tired.“Terry, about tonight.”His black eyes met hers.“Yes [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]