“A Mrs. Plumley. And the widow, Mrs. Julia Swann.” After an amused sideways glance at Kincaid, he continued, “Make what you will of that one. Seems Mrs. Swann lives at Badger’s End with her parents, not with her husband.”

Before Kincaid could form a question, Makepeace held up his hand and said, “Watch now.”

They turned left into a steep, high-banked lane, so narrow that brambles and exposed roots brushed the sides of the car. The sky had darkened perceptibly toward evening and it was dim and shadowed under the trees. “That’s the Wormsley valley off to your right, though you’d hardly know it.” Makepeace pointed, and through a gap in the trees Kincaid caught a glimpse of twilit fields rolling away down the valley. “It’s hard to believe you’re only forty miles or so west of London, isn’t it, Mr. Kincaid?” he added with an air of proprietary pride.

As they reached the lane’s high point, Makepeace turned left into the darkness of the beech woods. The track ran gently downhill, its thick padding of leaves silencing the car wheels. A few hundred yards on they rounded a curve and Kincaid saw the house. Its white stone shone beneath the darkness of the trees, and lamplight beamed welcomingly from its uncurtained windows. He knew immediately what Makepeace had meant about the name-Badger’s End implied a certain rustic, earthy simplicity, and this house, with its smooth white walls and arched windows and doors, had an elegant, almost ecclesiastic presence.

Makepeace pulled the car up on the soft carpet of leaves, but left the engine running as he fished in his pocket. He handed Kincaid a card. “I’ll be off, then. Here’s the number at the local nick. I’ve some business to attend to, but if you’ll ring up when you’ve finished, someone will come and collect you.”

Kincaid waved as Makepeace pulled away, then stood staring at the house as the still silence of the woods settled over him. Grieving widow, distraught in-laws, an imperative for social discretion… not a recipe for an easy evening, or an easy case. He squared his shoulders and stepped forward.



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