"Adam Dalgleish of new Scotland yard is arriving this morning." "He'll be taking a second brief look into poor Ronald's death." "Suffocated." "Stifled." "You won't find any answers here now, commander Dalgleish." "What'd the policeman want?" "You don't know me, boy." "None of you do." "It's you." "I must have dropped off." "If I thought she'd been poisoned, do you think I'd have pronounced death by natural causes?" "I'm going to authorize an autopsy." "There's something else here at St. Anselm's, isn't there?" "Something powerful enough to threaten not just the church of England, but the whole Christian faith." "So how do we stop him?" "You killed her." "We wish you were dead." "You did it for your own sick reasons, your own sick conscience at the guilt of killing your wife!" "Say that again, and you'll never be ordained." "Then get hold of Yarborough." "Keep him away." "God!" "What have we done?" "Mr. Yarborough!" "Still no sign of Yarborough." "Raphael!" "Come back!" "Now!" "Blow to the right of the cranium above the ear." "Made with a heavy implement with sharp edges." "I'm not sure if the first blow killed him." "Would have felled him." "Then the attacker struck again, seven times." "Frenzied, by the look of things." "Heavy..." "A woman could have done it with two hands." "Or an old man." "Time of death?" "Midnight." "What time did you find him?" "Five-thirty." "I was here a few minutes after." "What about the blood?" "Not much with the first blow." "Would have fed into the cranial cavity." "The second and subsequent would have seen spurting and splattering." "The right arm would be covered in blood." "Chest maybe." "Could have rolled his sleeves." "He could have been naked." "I've known it." "Mind you, this is a church." "This is a library, not a stampede for the bar." "Prissy little prick." "I'm sorry if I've kept you waiting." "I don't like to get dressed before I've had a shower." "Agatha w-won't b-be coming." "It's all right, John." "Not a..." "Not a morning person." "Have a seat, clive." "All this research, clive." "Taking its toll?" "Last night a great evil came into our community." "Archdeacon Crampton has been brutally murdered in our church." "Let us pray." "Visit, we beseech thee, o lord, this place, and drive from it all the snares of the enemy." "Let thy holy angels dwell herein and preserve us in peace." "May thy blessing be upon us now and forevermore through Jesus Christ our lord." "Amen." "It would be useful to establish one thing." "Did anyone leave his or her rooms after compline last night?" "I'm afraid I shall need the clothes that you were wearing last night." "I shall also need to take fingerprints from all of you." "Why are you assuming it must be an inside job?" "While we're all having our clothes taken away and fingerprints done, the person who did this is getting further away every minute." "No assumptions are being made." "So, who found him?" "Father Martin." "Well, did you see anybody?" "I mean, what alerted you to it?" "Father Martin's had a terrible shock." "Well, so have we all." "I understand that all the resident priests have keys to the church." "I've got father Martin's here, and if the others could check theirs?" "How many sets in total?" "Seven sets of two keys." "A Yale and a chubb." "Only the four priests has a set each." "The other three are kept here, on my desk." "They're signed out, and they're signed back in again." "And the security code for the alarm?" "Well, almost anyone could know it." "It's the year the college was founded." "There's a set missing." "And they haven't been signed out." "I don't know how many times" "I have to drill it into these people..." "Thank you, all of you." "That's all for now." "Father John." "Perhaps I could have a word with your sister." "Yes, yes, of course." " What's in the bag?" " Ask Dalgleish." "You could at least say whether he's a boxers man or a briefs." "Why do you you want to know?" "I'm the superior officer, sergeant." "He's the superior officer, inspector." "And I'll tell him if you look." "It's my job to be curious." "Mr. Yarborough!" "Mr. Yarborough!" "We found him." "Agatha's in the kitchen." "She prefers to eat separately rather than join in the community." "So..." "what is it this time?" "Someone else fallen off a cliff?" "Commander Dalgleish has come to..." "To talk to you, Agatha." "I'm afraid archdeacon Crampton has been murdered, miss betterton." "Where was he murdered?" "I speak of the archdeacon." "In the church." "Have you told Sebastian?" "You can't leave him there." "Well, everyone else has been informed, yes." "He won't be missed." "He was going to turn us out." "When did he say that?" "He said the same thing to Eric Surtees and Margaret and Ruby." "We were all leeches, he said." "And he could have done it, too." "I always said anybody who could get my brother put in prison and kill his wife with impunity could do anything." "But Raphael said, "no, he can't." "I'll stop him."" "Agatha!" "I didn't mean..." "You've met Raphael." "Delightful boy, very clever." "We go to the theater monthly in London." "He could have been an actor." "If the priests hadn't got hold of him." "Did either of you leave the flat after ten last night?" "Eleven o'clock is our bedtime." "I expect you're wondering if either of us murdered the archdeacon." "I didn't." "And I don't suppose my brother did." "Of course I didn't!" "How can you think that?" "!" "I wasn't thinking it." "The commander was." "I had a cousin who was a commander, in the Navy." "Got torpedoed." "The doctor's on his way." "He's going to need some of this Brandy." "Then we'll get you into bed." "There you go." "Get you in a nice, hot bath." "He still hasn't spoken." "What happened to you, Roger?" "I need to look at your arms." "The brambles." "Where we found him." "Get these wet things off him and wrap him up." "Don't let him have that bath." "Can I see him?" "No." "Morning, sir." "Sir." "I think we got everything you wanted." "Where did you park?" "Out the front." "Why?" "Then be prepared for a very shirty parking ticket." "Go in the sick bay here, get one of the socos to take a swab from the blood on his arms." "Get his prints, too." "Kate, come with me." "Then meet us in the church." "Sometimes I wish the waves would just come and wash it all away." "The college?" "It's your home." "It's the place I was abandoned by my mother." "There's a difference." "It belonged to your great-aunt, to your family." "I haven't got any family." "You know, I get out about as far as I ought to go when I'm swimming, get to my limit..." "And I think, "what if I just kept going?"" "You're upset." "Have you got an alibi?" "An alibi?" "We could say we were with each other." "It's not that unlikely, is it?" "You and me?" "D-don't pretend you don't know how I feel!" "Raphael!" "I've seen the way you look at Dalgleish." "Why don't you look at me like that?" "!" "That's why you don't want to say you spent the night with me, isn't it?" "You don't want him to think you're damaged goods." "Well, what a sham that is, your so-called engagement to giles carver!" "That's enough." "Listen, it doesn't stop here, you know..." "All this." "I've lived every tawdry moment of my bloody life in this spot, and I can feel it!" "It's only just started!" "You don't expect a death like this in a place like this." "We're all just animals with a wardrobe allowance." "This lot are no different." "Nobby Clark, chief soco, this is..." "Rudson, I know." "Tony." "Kate miskin, inspector." "There's a possibility of prints on the doom and on the panel next to it." "Although he would have been crazy not to wear gloves." "There are traces of hair and blood on that candlestick." "Although, once again, we'll be lucky to get prints." "Same goes for the paintbrushes and the paint pots." "What's really interesting is here." "I'd say somebody hid himself under there." "You see the way the dust is disturbed?" "Lovely." "We'll need a name for the killer." "Cain." "It's biblical." "And short." "Cain it is." "I did warn you." "I'd like to see him scrawling these poxy things when he gets posted out to toxteth." "Sensitive parking's a trial wherever you are." "Cain was in the church waiting when Crampton got there." "Makes sense..." "Open the big south door, put the lights on, hide, then Crampton comes along." "But why didn't he put the keys back on the library desk after?" "It's such a giveaway." "Not as if there's much chance of detection with Crampton dead and the rest of the college asleep." "He'd have time to wash if he was worried about blood stains." "Didn't want to risk being seen." "So, somebody who lives outside the house, maybe." "The priests would have a legitimate reason to be in there." "Um, any milk about, sir?" "Try the main kitchen." "Toddle off and get us some milk, would ya, love?" "Who?" "The priests wouldn't have needed to return the keys." "They've all got their own." "So not returning the keys could be one of the priests trying to throw suspicion on others." "The priests have motive." "They inherit if the college closes." "I think we need to consider this death in the context of the other two." "They were murdered?" "Ronald Treeves and Margaret Monroe?" "Well, the connection is a little fragile, but it's there." "In the entry in Margaret's journal she talks about speaking to the person most concerned." "Next thing you know, she's dead." "Bit of a coincidence." "Plus, she found Ronald's body." "Why do you want to go back there again, Karen?" "A promise is a promise." "You wouldn't like it if I broke mine, would you?" "An accident, not a birth defect." "If it was me, there shouldn't be any mistaking the prints." "The four-fingered fiend." "You don't seem too concerned about the archdeacon's death." "He made virtually no impact on me when he was alive, he makes even less now that he's dead." "I don't want anybody touching anything in this library until their hands are absolutely clean." "Yes." "Free to go for my run?" "Yes, sir." "I suppose you've got the authority to do this?" "Yes, sir." "With your consent." "Emma lavenham." "And you'll destroy them afterwards?" "Those that we don't need, sir." "He's like that to everyone, not just you." "I'm used to it." "Aren't we, inspector?" "Everyone hates the police." "Commander Dalgleish?" "Otherwise engaged." "She fancies him." "Who?" "Who." "You can tell that from the fingerprints, can you?" "A poisoned chalice, this wardenship." "Right from the very beginning." "You make it sound as if the murder was committed to spite you." "Murders have been committed for less." "It's all there, just below the surface." "George Gregory hates me for a book review I wrote." "Agatha betterton..." "I don't think she's ever spoken a polite word to me." "You refuse to trust me with the papyrus..." "This isn't about you." "No." "What did take you to the church at half-past five in the morning?" "I woke from a nightmare." "The church must be reopened as soon as possible." "We'll need a service of rehallowing, and the bishop will have to do it." "Have you spoken to him?" "He's coming on Wednesday evening." "I have little doubt what he will say." "St. Anselm's will close at the end of this term." "No." "How can it be otherwise?" "One of my duties as a senior student." "No use to coming down here to rescue someone and it's all knackered." "Everyone who sat at dinner last night would have realized that you disliked the archdeacon." "Why?" "Not dislike." "Hatred." "Why?" "He destroyed the man I think of as my father." "He was trying to destroy my home." "You took it personally?" "Yes, it was personal." "What did you do after compline last night?" "I went to my room." "But when I realized who bad the storm was, I went to see Peter..." "Peter buckhurst in the sick bay." "When he was seven his mother died in the room next door to him on a stormy night." "He still can't stand to be alone in weather like that." "Why didn't you tell me that this morning?" "I didn't want to embarrass Peter in front of everyone." "What time did you leave?" "Six-thirty." "I went straight to the beach for my swim." "Peter was still asleep." "So he can't confirm your story?" "What do you mean, story?" "Account." "He'll confirm I was there." "But he didn't see you leave." "So what?" "!" "Mr. Arbuthnot, we are trying to establish who murdered the archdeacon." "Is there no one who can back up your account?" "Can you kill a man and have no recollection of it?" "I'm the first person you've talked to, and if I was you, I'd talk to me first, too." "If it is an inside job, it's got to be me." "Hasn't it?" "No one liked Crampton, but no one hated him as much as I did." "Maybe I want back to my room in the night, saw him going into the church." "Why would you think that?" "Someone was in my room in the night." "When I went back there this morning, there were leaves on the floor, by the door." "They weren't there last night when I went out." "I'd have seen them." "I'm saying, maybe I went back there without knowing." "You have no recollection of going to the church in the night?" "No." "Whoever killed the archdeacon could be in no doubt of it." "That's his alibi, is it?" ""It's so obvious it was me that it can't be"?" "Agatha betterton said he was a good actor." "Hard to tell if that was a consummate performance or irrational innocence." "I'd say he was a good actor." "The prints from the box pew in the church, sir." "Seldom seen clearer." "Same ones found round the doom, too." "They're Dr. Stannard, sir." "I'm researching a book on the family life of the early tractarians." "I come here for the library and..." "Ha ha... a quiet weekend." "Not for church services." "Doesn't seem to worry the priests, so I don't see why it should worry you." "But it does..." "Dr. Stannard." "When was the last time you were in the church?" "Don't remember." "Not this weekend, anyway." "When did you last see the archdeacon?" "I was, watching four funerals..." "Um, four weddings and a funeral on the video in here last night." "He put his head in, but I wasn't very welcoming, so he went away again." "You must have been one of the last people to see him alive." "Whoever murdered him was the last." "That wasn't me." "What time did you go to your room?" "I-I fell asleep on the couch." "I slept here." "You didn't mention that this morning." "No, I didn't." "So, you didn't go into the church at all this visit?" "Either for a service or for any other reason?" "I've already told you, no." "Then..." "How do you explain the presence of your fresh fingerprints on the wall next to the doom?" "And in the box pew?" "Was that where you were hiding when the archdeacon came in?" "No, no." "No, no." "You've been lying since you came into this room." "Haven't you?" "Now tell the truth, all of it." "What were you doing in the church?" "Looking for something." "The St. Anselm papyrus." "There's supposed to be an order signed by pontius pilate to the captain of the guard for the removal of the crucified body of a political troublemaker." "The body of Christ?" "Obviously, if it was real, a lot of people would say that it disproved the story of the resurrection." "You were gonna steal it?" "I was just trying to find it!" "And then what, sell it?" "No, copy it." "Write an article or two." "Put it where it belongs, in the public domain." "All right, there would have been money in it... so what?" "Money, fame, prestige..." "A lot of people would say that amounts to a motive." "How'd you get in?" "I had keys cut back at easter." "Peregrine was off sick." "I was nowhere near the church last night, it was the morning." "I had an idea that the papyrus might have been concealed between the doom and the wall, so I took a paper knife to try and dislodge it." "A paper knife." "And?" "I was interrupted..." "And I hid." "You know where." "It was father Sebastian and the archdeacon." "They were arguing." "And Crampton wanted the papyrus handed over." "If you're looking for someone with a grudge against the archdeacon, you don't need to look far." "Where are the keys now?" "I threw them over the cliff." "But how do we know that you didn't come back with a carving knife..." "Instead of a paper knife?" "I couldn't stick a knife into anyone." "I swear..." "I couldn't!" "You feel like talking?" "Let me know when you do." "There's only so much country life a man can take." "I'm ashamed to say it's true." "I allowed my feelings to get the better of me in my discussions with the archdeacon." "Your feelings about...?" "The man was determined to close us down." "Obviously, we were at odds." "How could we not be?" "You disagreed with the archdeacon over his plans for selling off the assets?" "What would you prefer to have done?" "The college to stay open and its treasures to remain where they are." "And with the archdeacon gone, will you get your way?" "Quite the opposite." "Crampton asked you for the St. Anselm papyrus." "Did you give it to him?" "It's not mine..." "To give." "Each warden has care of it until the time of his death." "Does anybody else know it's here?" "No." "Is it authentic?" "The papyrus is certainly..." "Very old." "It would be perfectly simple to have the ink carbon-dated." "It's possible now to know the truth." "Might not the truth be that it is a very old forgery, in which case publicizing it might give it a spurious validity?" "Look at the turin shroud." "Years of damaging controversy, and for what?" "If it was proved authentic, it's value would be incalculable." "Yes, yes." "But it was brought to St. Anselm's by the founder's brother, a man known to be dismissive of his sister's piety and to have a wicked sense of humor." "So then, destroy it." "It's not my place to do that." "All right, but suppose it were possible to prove that the papyrus was genuine, that the ascension never took place." "Would that make a difference to your faith?" "I have the daily assurance of the living presence of Christ." "Why should I worry about what happened..." "To earthly bones?" "I don't remember anything about that night." "I do remember this morning, when they came to find me, told me he was dead." "It was like the storm had passed and my life could begin again." "You didn't come to the refectory for dinner last night." "I didn't trust myself to behave with him there." "So..." "You didn't see the archdeacon at all this weekend?" "I went to talk to him." "When?" "After he'd been in the church." "And?" "We argued." "Fought?" "Argued!" "About his first wife, about how he killed her and got away with it." "I wish I could say I had killed him." "But I backed off." "It's him, you see." "It's him that's made me like I am." "And he was so close..." "And I couldn't get him out of my head." "I just had to get out!" "I didn't even wait to put any shoes on!" "Out there, it was just the wind and the elements." "I am pretty sure that there wasn't a light on in the church." "But I was just trying to get the hell out." "I was just breathing in the air and..." "The handyman!" "That one with the pigs!" "Eric Surtees?" "Did you see him go into the church?" "No, he was going into the library." "Where the keys to the church are kept." "I know Crampton killed his wife!" "I know that in my heart!" "And I don't regret losing my job trying to prove it!" "But I didn't kill him!" "Mr. Surtees." "Wh... wha- I was just curious about..." "There's a few things we're curious about, too." "You told me..." "You didn't leave your house after nine on the night the archdeacon was killed." "Well, I'll ask you again." "Did you go into the church or the library after compline that night?" "You were seen by a witness." "They couldn't have seen me 'cause I wasn't there!" "That's a lie!" "Who's been sayin' that?" "What were you doing there?" "I wasn't there!" "All right, this..." "This is how it was." "I saw a light... and don't try and make something of it..." "I saw a light in the church." "I got up around midnight to get a glass of water, and I saw a light in the church." "So I went to the house to get the keys from the library and, um, when I got them, the light in the church was out." "You didn't think to go into the church and check?" "The light was out." "I thought I'd made a mistake." "You were certain enough to go out into a storm to investigate." "I wasn't thinking properly." "I'm not sure you're thinking properly now." "After the archdeacon's body was discovered, a set of keys was found to be missing, remember?" "Can you recall how many were there when you took yours?" "I didn't look." "Just took the nearest one." "Did you return them?" "Yeah." "Are you sure?" "Yeah." "I took 'em back, then I came home and it was pissin' down." "It was pissing down when you went out." "And the light in the church must have been on the whole time you were walking over there." "How could you have made a mistake?" "I just did." "If you want to talk, talk to both of us." "Let me explain something about that light, about why Eric's in such a flap." "We saw it..." "From our bedroom." "Are you saying you were in bed with your brother?" "Half-brother." "same dad, different mums." "I saw the light." "Saw it go out, too." "Eric was back inside in two minutes." "I was with him all night." "He didn't lay a finger on anyone." "Anyone else." "Not exactly a haven of sweetness and light, this place, is it?" "It was once." "Someone called Crampton's wife to get his mobile phone number, and they used this phone." "Doesn't that put Stannard back in the picture?" "He admits being in there watching a video." "Nope." "Stannard's devious, but he's not a murderer." "The best we could have hoped is that he heard someone make the call." "Confirms that it was an insider at the very least." "One of these holy Joes has got blood on his hands." "Don't like them much, do you?" "Sure you won't come with us?" "The crown'd be a break from this place." "I'm still trying to picture Tony's metaphor." "No, I'll stay." "The hospice tomorrow, then." "Ashcombe house." "What's all that about?" "It's just an oddity, really." "Clara..." "Raphael's mother and great-niece of the college's founder, died there in 1991, the same year that Margaret Monroe started to work there." "The dates don't overlap, but..." "We'll dig a bit." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Is somebody there?" "Hello, miss." "It's just me." "Don't think there's anybody else here." "I..." "I wasn't sure if I'd left the door open, that's all." "Father peregrine's fitting' locks tomorrow, miss." "Aaah!" "Emma." "Who do you think did it?" "Someone back there, isn't it?" "Someone I know." "Someone I had dinner with." "I just..." "I don't know how we're supposed to live with that." "Not after what I saw this morning." "I've never... never seen a dead body before." "Is there something you wanted to say?" "Father Martin..." "Something he said." ""God, what have we done?"" "Is that what you mean?" "You knew." "Yes, he told me." "And you didn't say anything because you were afraid that I might think that father Martin killed the archdeacon." "Do you think father Martin killed the archdeacon?" "Of course not." "Then why would I?" "So, you're out and about again." "You have nothing to fear from me, you know." "Nothing at all." "I nearly drowned here once." "There was a girl, Sadie." "The sea was very choppy, the tide was in, and she dared me to jump in off the boat." "And you did?" "Naturally." "Did she save you?" "She watched me." "Drowning?" "!" "Some swimming, some drowning." "She knew you'd make it." "Do you think so?" "You've never seen a dead body?" "You didn't see your sister and your mother?" "My father wouldn't let me." "Best remember them as they were, I suppose." "I felt like he was saying I wasn't worthy of seeing them." "I spent the next ten years trying to be the living embodiment of all three of us." "People accuse me of being an overachiever." "Maybe that's why." "And now?" "Hard enough being one person." "Have you?" "Moved on?" "No." "Do you want to?" "If you're still scared, you can take my bed." "I'll sleep on the couch." "Didn't it start you thinking about being a priest, coming here so often?" "Crossed my mind." "But?" "Didn't have the calling." "Note of disappointment?" "Good, simple life, the priesthood." "If you've got the calling." "If you've got the calling." "It's nice to talk." "And not talk about..." "May I?" "I probably shouldn't." "Good morning." "Good morning." "Mr. Dalgleish!" "Mr. Dalgleish!" "She's been dead since before midnight." "How did she die?" "Well, the blow to the head might have been caused by the stairs or the floor, it's impossible to say at the moment." "The stairs could have been designed to kill old ladies." "Perhaps she was carrying this for protection." "Might even have tripped over it." "Any idea what she might have been doing here?" "She'd taken to..." "Helping herself to a bottle of wine." "Who else might have known that?" "All the priests, probably the ordinands and staff." "It was never the best wine." "Is it true?" "Now, Raphael..." "No, no, no, no!" "Let me see her!" "No, no, it's a punishment!" "No!" "a punishment!" "You can tape up the area by the doorway, as well." "Can I see her?" "Not yet, father." "I'm sorry." "If you could wait here." "So, what have you got to say?" "What are you doing to do?" "We're all here waiting for a word, and you give us..." "What?" "!" "I hold myself responsible for everything that has happened here." "You?" "You stood by and watched!" "You've done nothing for us!" "Any of us!" "I fought for this college!" "Fought tooth and nail." "I opposed that man with every fiber of my being, and I am not ashamed to say that!" "But it's over." "It's all over... now." "Stood by and watched?" "Yes, I watched you and Yarborough and her whisper and scheme and conspire." "And instead of stopping you, yes, I stood by and let you foment your ridiculous conspiracy, played politics in the ludicrous hope that it might wear Crampton down." "And now we have this." "You think I killed Crampton?" "I killed Agatha?" "Bastard!" "Bastard!" "Can you keep those little toiletries?" "Of course." "What about the flannel?" "I reckon." "Hand towels?" "No." "Sir?" "Right." "Yeah." "okay, we will." "Keeping it brief, Agatha betterton's dead." "Murdered?" "what do you think?" "They wanted to go through her things." "I thought it was better I kept out of the way." "I'm sorry." "They were very tactful." "They asked me if I wanted to accompany her body." "But it wasn't Agatha they were taking away, not really." "She'd gone long ago." "Everything's dropping away." "Did you know about her nocturnal visits?" "I had dreams of marrying Emma, you know." "I've hung on to that thought." "You think I'm an idiot." "No." "She would have anchored me." "I can see now it'll never happen." "Doesn't the church anchor you?" "It will once I'm priested." "No going back then." "You have doubts about your vocation?" "You sound like George Gregory." "You said earlier that it was a punishment." "What would Agatha be being punished for?" "Not Agatha." "Me." "Why you?" "She saw him." "You know?" "She told me she saw him." "Saw who?" "The one who killed Crampton." "Did he see her?" "That's what she said." "Are you still afraid it might have been you?" "Sometimes I think..." "Everything here is me." "All the sins of this place." "We drew a blank." "Clara Arbuthnot died a month before" "Margaret Monroe started work at the hospice." "There is a women worked there the same time as Margaret." "Retired now." "Lives over Ipswich way." "No matter." "Just a hunch." "According to Raphael, Agatha said she saw Cain." "And no, she couldn't put a name to him." "You're right, then." "She was killed to keep her quiet." "Eric Surtees says that he returned the keys to the library." "Now, do we believe him?" "You're next, Emma." "I think I might take a walk." "On your own?" "I'll be fine." "Eric." "What were you doing with the communion wafers, Eric?" "I'm going to ask you again." "Did you go into the church on the night that the archdeacon was murdered?" "We're gonna lose the college, aren't we?" "And my pigs." "The only place I ever felt was home." "You were in the church, Eric, weren't you?" "On the night he was killed?" "I was only there for ten seconds." "I was gettin' something for Karen." "Something she needed." "It was nothing to do with the archdeacon, nothing." "It was private, between us." "There's nothing private anymore, Eric." "Why did you go into the church?" "She needed... another consecrated wafer." "Communion wafer." "She asks you to steal for her?" "I could have said no." "It was my fault, not hers." "It's just a wafer." "She wouldn't have asked me to take anything valuable." "But it was something valuable, wasn't it?" "You got the keys, you went into the church..." "I knew where the wafers would be." "To the right of the altar." "And I had my story ready, the one I told you about seeing a light." "But there was a light." "By the doom..." "Somebody there." "Who was it?" "Couldn't see." "They had a..." "Brown cloak and hood." "What did you do?" "Just stood there." "Couldn't move." "They didn't budge." "They hadn't heard me, hadn't see me." "Did you see the face?" "The hood was up." "I knew as soon as I saw it this was gonna be my home." "I knew it the day I came up for interview." ""Bookhurst."" ""Arbuthnot."" "If it was one of these that Cain's wearing, he's had it at the dry cleaners' since." "Totally spotless." "What about the priests' ones?" "They're not brown." "Even if Surtees is wrong about the color, they've been nobby Clarke'd and he found nothing." "What about..." "Ronald Treeves's cloak?" "Could have been overlooked when the clothes were sent on." "Who sent them on?" "Father John." "All right." "The main door opened, the... the big south door." "And..." "And the one in the cloak just disappeared." "Who came in?" "The archdeacon." "He, um, he called out." ""Where are you?" Something like "show yourself."" "And then?" "I just got out of there." "I did it all for you." "Because of what he did to you." "Can't you see that?" "Look at me..." "Sorry, father." "Could I have a word in private?" "What about?" "Ronald Treeves's belongings." "The cloak, isn't it?" "Yes." "Where are you taking him?" "He hasn't done anything." "John... speak to me!" "So he went to get me a wafer." "So what?" ""Another" wafer is what he said." "Slip of the tongue?" "Sir, do you want me to get him back in again?" "See what he meant to say?" "There was another one." "But it wasn't stolen, it was given to me." "By Ronald Treeves?" "Yeah." "By Ronald." "He was taking them out to the outlying churches." "It was his turn or whatever." "And I asked if I could have one." "What did you want with it?" "I'm doing a feature about the black mass." "I got in with this group." "Infiltrated them..." "That sort of thing." "They needed a consecrated wafer, and I said I'd get one." "I wouldn't have bothered if I'd known all the trouble it was going to be." "You could have picked up a whole box of unconsecrated ones for a couple of quid." "That's what Eric said, but genuine research needs the genuine article." "And he gave you one?" "Ronald Treeves?" "He did, yeah." "Did you send the cloak back, father?" "Could I..." "Could I talk to commander Dalgleish?" "He's busy, I'm afraid." "Sergeant rudson?" "I've been in the job ten years, father..." "There isn't a lot I haven't heard." "The boy was an animal..." "Desperate for sex." "Twenty-three and a virgin." "He was dying for it." "Did you think how that might make him feel in the cold light of day?" "One wafer out of so many..." "It's not much to ask." "You must have realized the significance of using something like that to pay for sex." "I lost the bloody thing anyway." "And then when I asked him to get me another one, he came over all guilt-ridden." "You'd think I'd have ruined his life instead of taking his virginity." "Within a week he was dead." "Hardly my fault." "He refused to hand over another wafer." "Did you try and blackmail him?" "No." "Ronald Treeves was at your brother's cottage shortly before he died." "What happened?" "He caught us in bed." "You and Eric?" "Me and Eric." "He just stared at first." "And then it all started coming out, all these accusations." "He actually thought I was going to marry him." "On the basis of ten minutes on the cliff top." "He looked crazy." "And he was crazy." "You seduced him and he thought that you loved him." "He gave you a consecrated wafer because you asked him to." "He knew that he'd betrayed his vocation, and when he came to you he realized that there had never been love and that he'd been used." "Do you feel you have no responsibility for his death?" "I never told him I loved him." "And there's no proof he killed himself." "It was an accident." "That's what the inquest said, and that's what I believe." "I knew you'd find out in the end." "I should have..." "It was stained." "The cloak." "With blood?" "No." "With..." "Quite a big stain." "Ronald Treeves's cloak?" "That is what you wanted to talk about, isn't it?" "Was it semen?" "His father wanted all his things sent home, and I was going through them, and I noticed the stain." "Well, I think he'd been making love on the cloak." "In fact, I know he had, because I saw him." "Quite by chance..." "He didn't see me." "Making love with Karen Surtees?" "I suppose it really doesn't matter any longer." "Yes, with Karen." "Near the cliff top." "I didn't like to send it back to his father like that." "Not after everything that had happened." "Why not just clean it?" "I thought Agatha would wonder what I was up to." "In any case, I'm afraid I'm not very good at washing things." "And so I just stuffed it to the back of my wardrobe." "Is it there now?" "Well, I knew I'd have to do something about it, so in the end, I got it out and I had a bit of a go at it, and I hung it up with the others." "With the other ordinands' cloaks?" "Isn't it there?" "I tore the nametag off it." "No, it isn't there." "Have you had a really good look?" "Chances are the cloak is still in or near the college." "Could have been fed to the pigs." "Very good." "Check the pigpen." "While you're there have a look for the church keys." "Eric said he threw them there." "Kate, you check the ordinands' rooms upstairs." "Then the kitchen and the library." "No, no no..." "Stop!" "Good color to it." "Enough there to match the blood to the archdeacon?" "Could well be." "Get hold of father peregrine." "Find out what time he stopped the machine and what time he got it going again." "What about traces of Cain on the cloak?" "It'd take some finding." "There's a chance, though?" "If he's worn it, he's left his Mark." "That woman who worked with Margaret Monroe at ashcombe house hospice..." "Did you make a note of her?" "Mildred fawcett." "Clippety-clop cottage, medgrave." "One step ahead." "Yeah, you get used to it." "Did you turn off one of the washing machines on the night of the murder?" "Did I?" "You left this card." "Dear." "what?" "It's the wrong one." "Well, what did the right one say?" "That ordinands should not use washing machines after compline." "I go to bed early, I sleep lightly." "The defect is apparently in the water system rather than the washing machines themselves, but, well, the cause is immaterial." "So, why write that about parking?" "I didn't write it then." "I make them... in advance." "I must have picked up the wrong one, being so sleepy." "You didn't see who turned the machine on?" "I wouldn't have bothered with a card if I'd seen them face to face." "Why didn't you mention all this when you were questioned?" "Nobody said anything about washing machines." "No." "You must be the policeman." "My father was one, and I can usually tell." "Adam Dalgleish, Scotland yard." "Mildred fawcett." "But I expect you knew that." "If you want to warm up, you can help me with the leaves." "Clara Arbuthnot died a month before Margaret started work at ashcombe house." "At first, the coincidence of their being in the same place seemed significant, until we learned of the time gap." "And then it struck me..." "Perhaps they encountered one another when Margaret came for the job interview." "Clara Arbuthnot was very ill, well aware that she had only days to live." "Suddenly she wanted to be married." "I was her main carer, so she asked me to organize it." "The thing was to be done in secret, and presided over by the priest attached to the hospice." "There was just one problem." "We were about to leave for the church, and the second witness hadn't turned up." "Margaret was coming out of the building." "Just as you'd guessed, it was after her interview with the matron." "I asked her if she'd be the second witness, and she said she'd be glad to help." "I suppose it seemed romantic and exciting." "Clara had a young son at the time." "Did you know that?" "I didn't." "Her intention in marrying may have been to make him legitimate." "Can that be done..." "After the fact?" "Yes, since 1976." "Legitimate, he becomes heir to a fortune." "Margaret said that she had to speak about this to "the person most concerned."" "To my mind that could only be the man that Clara married or her son." "Did she tell you which one it was?" "No." "But they're the suspects, are they?" "The husband and the son?" "Tell me what you recall of the groom." "Can you remember his name?" "Exactly the question that concerned Margaret." "It's one of the oddities of the marriage ceremony that only first names are used." "And neither of us could remember it." "Both of us, however, recalled an unusual distinguishing feature that the groom had." "What was that?" "The ring finger of his left hand..." "Half of it was missing." "If Clara Arbuthnot wanted to make Raphael legitimate by marrying George Gregory, surely Raphael must be George Gregory's son." "That's what made the connection in Margaret's mind." "She was looking at this when she was telling me about George Gregory taking off the glove and feeling Ronald's pulse." "It was the memory of George's hand on the beach, plus the bridal pictures." "That's what took her back twelve years." "The two of them are in it together..." "George and Raphael." "And it's Raphael who'll inherit now, not the priests." "With everything in the college intact." "I was thinking about the washing machine." "Raphael's an ordinand." "He'd know all about peregrine's habit of turning the washing machine off at night." "George Gregory has his washing done by Ruby whats-her-name." "Done a good job..." "Hasn't he?" "You have the air, commander, of a man who feels he's at last making progress." "May we come in?" "Do you have to?" "I need to change before dinner." "I've asked Mrs. Pilbeam to keep something warm for you." "I see." "I watched you on the beach with him." "In the dark." "You want to know how many times I've dreamed of doing that?" "The beach... at night..." "With you." "I thought you were beyond me." "Not just me, any of us... anybody." "This brilliant professor none of us has ever seen, that's the only sort of man you'd go for." "And then he walks in, and you..." "I what?" "It's him that's brought us down." "Not Ronald." "Not the archdeacon." "We were all right till he arrived." "You and me, too, we were all right." "Sit down, please." "Now that we know how things are." "Sit." "You married Clara Arbuthnot on the 27th of April, 1991, at St. osyth's church, clampstoke Lacey." "Did you really believe that it had no relevance to the murder inquiry?" "I didn't tell you because it's none of your business." "More importantly, my wife made me promise to tell no one until I had told my son." "I haven't told him, because the right moment has yet to come." "Does anyone at St. Anselm's know?" "No." "Do you have to do that?" "They call him Cain, you know." "The one who's doing all this." "The man of vengeance." "He knows it's all gone..." "Like me." "And that when it goes..." "I go, too." "That's why I didn't want you to be alone." "I met Clara at Oxford, when I was her supervisor." "An astonishingly attractive 18-year-old makes it plain she wants an affair." "It was an utter disaster." "And yet the relationship produced a child." "She didn't tell me about the pregnancy until well after we'd parted." "I heard from her only once between then and the week of our marriage." "She telephoned to say a boy had been born and that she'd left him here." "What were the circumstances of the marriage?" "In early '91, she wrote to me to say she was dying." "I went to see her." "She asked me to marry her." "She said it was for the sake of her son." "So, why the secrecy?" "She insisted on it." "The nurse who was looking after her arranged things." "There was a last-minute slip-up with the witness, a woman visiting the hospice agreed to step in." "Three days later, she died, having told me to tell Raphael when I judged the moment to be right." "And you've waited twelve years." "Did you ever intend to tell him?" "I can't do anything right, can I?" "Father Martin keep the papyrus in the picture frame." "Did you know that?" "Eric and Karen share a bed." "George Gregory follows me about..." "Takes pictures when I'm on the beach." "There are no secrets here, Emma." "Not for me." "Raphael is the sole heir." "Are you doing to tell me you didn't know that?" "But he knows nothing of this." "We've only got your word for that." "Then send for him and I'll tell him here and now." "Is that wise?" "If you're going to accuse him of murder, send for him, I'll tell him myself." "In the meantime, I'd like to get dressed." "The second witness at the wedding." "You don't happen to recall her name, do you?" "After all this time?" "Hardly." "We all have our dreams." "Raphael, I was worried." "Can you come with us?" "The things that you were saying, and the commander..." "What sort of man am I, John?" "You haven't answered me." "I wanted to see you." "Are you all right?" "You found him?" "Your Cain?" "We're very close." "Raphael?" "Did he hurt you?" "One thing I missed out of my pithy self-description the other day..." "I'm engaged to be married." "No reaction." "All around you people are coming apart at the seams, reaching momentous decisions with barely time to stop and think, and you, you're..." "You're supremely indifferent, unruffled!" "I'm here to investigate a crime." "Here at St. Anselm's... or here on this earth... to do that, and no more?" "What are you saying?" "I'm saying, what do you think about me being engaged to be married?" "I wish you weren't." "Then I'm not." "There's no point pissing about here, Raphael." "And I don't how I'm going to avoid sounding melodramatic." "I'm your father." "I'm sorry to land it on you like this." "The commander wasn't convinced you were in the dark about it." "I married your mother when she was dying." "In April 1991." "And before then, I knew only of your birth and where you were." "When she knew she was dying, she asked me to marry her." "She left it to me to tell you." "I hadn't yet deemed the moment to be right." "You left me here." "You knew where I was, and you left me here." "I came to live here." "Two years ago." "Is it true?" "I think it is, yes." "You're supposed to be investigating a murder, not messing up people's lives." "All the times I've sat there reciting Greek translations, you never said anything!" "I'm sorry." "You knew I was here, and you left me!" "All my life, this... this place, and you could've..." "I could have been somebody else." "I could have been somebody else!" "Can you tell us what you were doing on the night of the archdeacon's murder?" "I was listening to music." "Mahler, I think." "And doing some marking." "I never left my cottage." "We have evidence that someone entered Raphael's room that night." "Was it you?" "I've just pointed out that I never left my cottage." "How could I have been in Raphael's room?" "Are you letting your junior conduct this interview because it bores you?" "Or because it's so patently obvious she finds me loathsome?" "You're not supposed to go down there." "So arrest me." "Mr. Arbuthnot!" "We know that Crampton's murderer almost certainly wore a brown cloak." "We found one in one of the washing machines." "Did you put it there?" "No." " We also know that someone phoned Mrs. -28 on the evening of her husband's death, saying they were from the diocesan office." "Was that you?" "Refer to my last answer." "The archdeacon's death wasn't the only thing to jeopardize the future of St. Anselm's." "The death of Ronald Treeves did that, too." "He was with you just before he died." "He came to me for a lesson in new testament Greek." "He broke if off halfway through." "Obviously you know about the stealing of the consecrated wafer." "I advised him to confess to father Sebastian." "Better to risk expulsion than blackmail." "Did he say he was being blackmailed?" "Not in so many words." "And you warned him that the likely result of confession was expulsion?" "Given father Sebastian's rather peculiar view of reality." "So he went out and killed himself?" "Me again?" "I'm beginning to despair of ever getting back in your good books." "There was a second death." "We have evidence that Margaret Monroe discovered you were Raphael's father." "Did she confront you with that?" "Two things worried her." "The first was that I was deceiving father Sebastian by not disclosing the relationship." "More importantly, she thought that Raphael himself ought to be told." "It was really none of her business." "And then she died." "Perhaps the trauma of confronting me brought on a long-expected heart attack." "You'll be accusing me of pushing Agatha betterton down the stairs next." "And did you?" "Free to go?" "Yes." "We'll need a hair sample at some point." "To match with the ones we'll get from the cloak." "You'll be taking one from everyone?" "Yes." "Then, no problem." "It's Raphael, sir." "Sorry, but I've lost him." "Have you tried the beach?" "He wouldn't be there at this time." "He's under the impression that he killed Crampton, did you know that?" "What do you think?" "Think he did it?" "Rubbish." "why would he think that?" "It's what he told me." "Your son's a very disturbed young man." "But then, you know that, don't you?" "You're lying." "Are you saying that you know your son isn't the murderer?" "We have to find him." "Raphael, come back!" "Find father Sebastian." "Tell him we need the boat." "Get as much help as you can!" "No!" "The water's dangerous!" "Raphael!" "It wasn't you!" "Come on!" "George..." "It's you!" "You did this to my son!" "You take that side." "All right." "Ready?" "Go!" "Push!" "George!" "Raphael!" "Raphael!" "Hold on to me!" "The boat's coming!" "I should have been his father!" "I waited and waited, and now it's too late!" "It's too late because of you!" "George!" " "You will have been." - told by now" ""that I have changed my plea to guilty." ""My lawyer's brilliance is almost proportionate" ""to the size of his fee," ""and I won't have Raphael suffering all his life" ""the stigma of suspicion." ""I wanted the college closed early," ""preferably before my son was ordained." ""And I wanted his inheritance to be intact." ""I had always planned to be acquitted," ""but, then, I had planned to murder Crampton" ""on a night when Raphael would not be in college." ""I took the precaution of checking in his set" ""to see that he had left." ""Interesting that Crampton died that night" ""because of Raphael's simple act of kindness to a sick friend." ""I've noticed before how often evil comes out of good." ""My son's god was chosen for him." ""He's been in the power of priests and church since he was born." ""But the 21st century has shaken free of all that." ""I wanted to give him the choice" ""of a more contemporary deity..." ""Money." ""Religion now is consumption..." ""Shopping, art, music, travel, alcohol, drugs..." ""Even football has its high priests." ""What I never anticipated is that I would feel," ""at the last, like his father." ""He will remain a rich man." ""Time will tell if he will remain a religious one." ""I must confess I also took pleasure" ""at the prospect of Sebastian morrell's career" ""ending in suspicion, failure," ""and ignominy." "He had ensured that mine should end in just that way."" "How so?" "An academic dispute, years ago." "Father Sebastian accused him of plagiarism." "If he thought this would put an end to Sebastian's career, he'll be sorely disappointed." "Our warden has just been offered the chair of theology he so much coveted." "No, enough of his self-serving pomposity." "Does he make any mention of poor Margaret or Agatha?" "He as much as admits killing them." "It's you." "I must have dropped off." "They were murdered to keep them quiet." "But we wouldn't have enough to charge him with it." "He told you that he had no hatred for Crampton." "Then why was the attack so frenzied?" "Something often takes hold..." "Once the first blood is spilt." "Yes." "He's to be ordained, then?" "Well, it was touch-and-go for a while, but yes, he's to be ordained." "And will you be happy living with Ruby and father John?" "Well, Raphael was generous with his inheritance." "We pooled our resources and we've bought a house in Norwich." "But the other letter, the one that brought you here, the anonymous one." "That was George, as well." "I wish I could think that George Gregory's cold and bitter heart were solely to blame for the destruction of St. Anselm's." "But it's not true." "We've lived too long in isolation, hiding from the world, standing fearful on the brink." "And the papyrus what's to be done with that?" "Now, that was something that I thought you could help me with." "You said it wasn't your place to destroy it." "My place has changed." "The papyrus was a red herring in the hunt for the murderer." "It's a red herring in the struggle for faith." "You know, Adam, when I saw you again after all these years," "I could see that you had fulfilled the promise of your youth." "But you weren't happy." "You must forgive me, Adam, if you think me impertinent or insensitive..." "No." "But, you know, grief..." "Grief can be an indulgence." "It isn't grief that keeps me single, father." "It's ego..." "Love of privacy..." "Fear of being hurt or responsible." "More red herrings." "Did you invite her?" "I, told her you were coming." "Is she coming now?" "Well, she's narrowed the gap to 200 yards," "I think the rest is up to you, Adam." "Emma." "I was afraid you'd mistake me for Sadie again." "I'm sorry?" "It's what you said when you came out of the sea." "Sadie." "She was the girl..." "Who dared you to plunge in once before." "So, what's the connection?" "So, will I make a good priest, father?" "I think you will, Raphael." "I think you will."