Dying For a Cruise (21 page)

Jenny nodded.

‘You were talking about how the killer lessened the odds on being discovered.’ It was left to Sergeant Graves to get them firmly back on track. ‘You’ve proved she kept Jasmine Olney and her own husband out of the way. But what about the others?’

Jenny sighed. ‘I couldn’t find any proof that any of the others had been deliberately waylaid.’

Rycroft pursed his lips. ‘So that still left Lucas, Brian O’Keefe and Captain Tobias who could have come across her killing Olney?’ He whistled softly. ‘She was still taking an awful lot of risks. By his own admission, Lucas had been wandering around the boat at random. He could have come across her at any time.’

‘Ah,’ Jenny said, ‘but that was one of the other things that made me realize that Dorothy Leigh was the only one who could have killed Mr Olney.’

This time it was Graves who frowned in puzzlement. ‘I don’t follow you, Miss Starling. How do you come to that conclusion?’

Jenny smiled. ‘Tell me, Sergeant, just what do you think Lucas would have done if he
had
seen Dorothy Leigh kill Gabriel Olney? Bear in mind that, with Olney dead, he gets to keep his boat, and be rid of a blackmailer. And keep in mind too that Lucas was very fond of Dorothy. Do you think he’d turn her in, or pretend he’d seen nothing and keep his mouth firmly shut?’

Graves opened his mouth, then shut it again.

Jenny nodded. ‘Now, what do you think would have happened if
Brian O’Keefe
had seen her? Could you seriously see a good Irish God-fearing Catholic handing over a pregnant woman to the cops? Bear in mind too that Brian O’Keefe, like most men of his sort, do their best to avoid the police as a matter of principle. Much the same could be said if Tobias Lester saw her. Both Lester and O’Keefe stood to lose their jobs and their homes. But with Olney dead….’

Rycroft nodded. ‘I begin to see what you’re getting at. She relied on the fact that everybody had reason to want Olney dead.’

‘And that nobody – or at least, none of the
men
– would want to see a pregnant woman go to prison for it,’ Graves said. ‘Not if avoiding it meant that they only had to keep their mouths shut.’

Jenny nodded. ‘Right. As outrageous as it might sound in this day and age, she was actually relying on male gallantry to keep her safe, if she was seen,’ she admitted. ‘But that’s not really out of character for her. For all her life, Dorothy Leigh has been treated like delicate china. Her petite build and fair delicate colouring has guaranteed that men have always placed her on a pedestal. She’d take it for granted that, if the worst did come to the worst, and she was seen killing Olney, that the men would band together to protect her. Especially when she could tell them what Olney had threatened to do to her and David. Only Jasmine Olney might want to see her husband’s killer get caught,’ the cook pointed out, ‘and then, not so much out of a desire for justice, but more likely because it would put her in the clear.’

Jenny thought about the widow for a moment and smiled wryly. ‘That’s why Jasmine
had
to be got out of the way. And, incidentally, why the note stressed that Jasmine should stay by the door. Dorothy wanted her as far away from the window as possible. The fresh water butt, remember, was on the starboard deck. It was the one thing that could have caught her out if Jasmine had happened to hear anything outside. But even in that, Dorothy Leigh was lucky. Brian O’Keefe
shut the window
as he escaped down onto the lower deck. So, as it was, Mrs Olney didn’t hear a thing as her husband was being drowned just yards away, more or less right under her window.’

Graves sighed. ‘That’s another thing that gets me. In fact, it’s the only thing that makes me glad that we actually caught her. It was such a cold-hearted way to kill a man.’

Jenny sighed. ‘She was desperate. And, no matter what you feel about it, you have to admit that it
was
very clever.’

Rycroft nodded. ‘How do you think it was accomplished, Miss Starling?’

The cook shrugged. ‘Very easily, I should imagine. She got the trolley and the plastic sheet from the engine room when O’Keefe was elsewhere and took them to the water butt. Then she hunted out Gabriel and told him some pretty story – probably that an earring had dropped off and fallen in the water butt and that her arms weren’t long enough to reach the bottom, and could he help? You must remember that Olney had been pursuing her for some time. He’d jump at the chance to perform such a simple, gallant little task. It would earn him brownie points with the lady, if nothing else. And you must remember the kind of man Olney was – he no doubt thought it was only a matter of time before Dorothy Leigh fell for his charm. He probably thought that her request to come to her aid was just
her
way of flirting with
him
.’

Graves snorted. ‘So she takes him to the water butt, and he leans in and starts fishing around for the bauble, but can’t find it.’

‘So he has to stand right up on tiptoe and lean even further in. Yes,’ Rycroft said softly. ‘I can see how that would work.’

‘Then,’ Jenny finished, ‘it was a simple matter to grab his legs and upend him head-first into the butt.’

‘I wouldn’t have thought she’d have had the strength though,’ Rycroft said dubiously, even though the lady herself had admitted, in her rush to clear her husband, that that was indeed exactly what she
had
done.

‘Oh, but there you fall into the usual trap of all men,’ Jenny said complacently. ‘You assume that if a woman is thin and dainty, then she must also be mentally and physically weak. Whereas, in fact, Dorothy Leigh was neither. I saw for myself how good a swimmer she was, that first day on board the
Swan
. And she said herself that she often took their dog for long walks. She may have been three months pregnant, but she was also an extremely fit young woman. Besides, as you pointed out yourself, Gabriel Olney was a thin man. It wouldn’t have taken much just to hold his legs whilst he thrashed about in the water butt. The butt itself is four feet deep and narrow. A man, submerged head-first, with somebody pinning down his legs so that he can’t get a good purchase, would very quickly drown. He would have only his hands with which to try and lift himself up anyway, and on a smooth-sided, round, wooden barrel … well. As the medical examiner said, he broke some fingernails and bruised his knuckles. But that was all. It would have been over very quickly.’

Both men were grimly silent. Then Rycroft stirred. ‘But how did you figure out what she did next? Even as fit as she was, she wouldn’t have had the strength to drag his dead body out of the butt and cart him to your cupboard. Not quickly, anyway.’

Jenny smiled. ‘Ah, there I had the advantage over you,’ she admitted. ‘When Mrs Leigh first came on board, Brian O’Keefe was carrying a block and tackle over his shoulder, and Mrs Leigh admitted that she knew what it was. She explained that her father had worked on a building site all his life and that she, like so many fond daughters, as a child had loved to visit him and watch him work. It was obvious that she would know how a block and tackle was used. Then, when we were out on the starboard deck, we both observed Brian O’Keefe use the equipment box. Which, incidentally, is conveniently situated right next to the freshwater butt. And, as a final cherry on the cake, your own forensics man, when giving you a run-down on the condition of the ship, told you that the life belt ring above the equipment box and right next to the water butt, was hanging on a particularly strong bracket.’

Graves smiled. ‘So you knew that Dorothy Leigh would be able to use the strong bracket to set up the block and tackle to haul Olney out of the water butt and….’ He trailed off, not yet quite sure of his ground after that.

Jenny happily came to his rescue. ‘She would have put the plastic sheet onto the trolley and lowered the body onto it. Remember, she’d be at pains to keep the deck, and the trail to my galley, totally dry. Then it was just a question of wheeling the body to the cupboard, upending the trolley – those railway-porter type trolleys are so good for that sort of thing – and shutting the cupboard door quickly, before he could fall back out. Not forgetting to take the plastic sheeting back to the engine room to dry off, of course.’

‘But why hide the body in the cupboard at all? Why not use the block and tackle to put the body over the side?’ Rycroft asked suddenly.

But Jenny was already shaking her head. ‘No time. She’d have had to winch the body sideways, swing him out, and drop him overboard. It would take much longer, and besides, with both Jasmine Olney and David Leigh in their rooms above her, one or the other of them would be bound to hear the splash as his body hit the water and look out. On board a boat, a big splash would be a dead giveaway that someone had gone overboard. And how would she be able to explain then what she was doing out there, with the block and tackle all set up? No, silence and speed were her main requirements.’

‘So she hid the body in the only place she was sure where it wouldn’t be found too soon.’ Graves nodded. ‘Your cupboard.’

‘Right. There aren’t many places on a compact boat where you can hide a corpse, after all. And she knew I was out on my walk at the time,’ Jenny reminded them. ‘Of course, during all this time, Dorothy was supposed to be upstairs in the bathroom, suffering the pangs of morning sickness.’

‘Faked, I suppose?’ Graves said.

Jenny shrugged. ‘Perhaps. But perhaps not. I think the thought of what she was about to do probably did make her feel genuinely ill. And the shock and strain she showed afterwards was certainly real enough. She was not a natural-born killer, after all. Just desperately in love with her husband and terrified of losing him.’

‘So that was how you figured it all out?’ Rycroft said, full of admiration and awe in spite of himself.

Jenny smiled wryly. ‘That, and one or two other things. Something Jasmine Olney said, when giving you her statement, stuck in my mind, for example.’

‘Oh?’ Rycroft said, frantically casting his mind back. ‘What?’

‘She said that when she left her room and bumped into the Leighs on the landing, Dorothy obviously wanted to go back to her room, but her husband insisted that she went back downstairs for a cup of tea.’

‘So?’ Rycroft said. ‘I don’t see any significance in that.’

The cook sighed. ‘No, neither did I, but I should have done. Especially as I’d noticed the dress Dorothy was wearing, and had seen with my own two eyes what should have been so obvious.’

‘Dress?’ Rycroft echoed, glancing at his sergeant, who, for once, looked as puzzled as himself.

Jenny obliged. ‘On the morning of the murder, Dorothy was wearing this pretty, powder-blue dress. I remember thinking how much like a meadow blue butterfly it was in colour. But later that afternoon,
after
the murder had been committed, when I came to give her her tea and toast, I remember thinking how much
darker
it looked. I put it down to the fact that she was sitting in the shade, but really, I should have remembered that pastel colours, when
wet
, look much darker.’

‘And in all the business around the water butt, getting Olney out and onto the plastic, she’d be bound to get a little wet,’ Graves breathed.

‘Exactly. So when she went back upstairs, with Olney dead and safely in my cupboard, all she must have wanted to do was go and
change her dress
. Just in case anybody noticed, and later remembered that she had got damp for some reason at some point that afternoon.’

Graves snapped his fingers. ‘And she did go upstairs later on,’ he said. ‘Do you remember, sir, when we first got here and started taking statements, you had to send me upstairs to go and get the Leighs?’

Rycroft nodded. ‘And, if my memory serves me right, Mrs Leigh wasn’t wearing a blue dress then, but a skirt and a fluffy pink sweater.’

Jenny nodded. ‘I thought at the time she’d changed into something warmer, because the shock of finding that Mr Olney had been killed had made her feel cold. I even remember thinking how sensible it was of her, especially in her condition, to change into something warmer. Later, of course….’ She shrugged.

Thinking of the woman’s cleverness, Graves slowly shook his head. ‘She’ll get prison, of course,’ he said, but didn’t sound at all happy about it.

‘But not for life,’ Jenny said matter-of-factly. ‘That husband of hers is no fool. And that fancy QC he’s retained won’t be either. Together, they’ll arrange for her trial to start just when she’s heavily pregnant. And they’ll have no shortage of witnesses to testify what a bad lot Gabriel was. And what jury, when faced with a pretty, fair, petite, heavily pregnant woman will go hard on her, when she murdered a man who threatened to destroy her life? Who threatened to have her husband dismissed from his job and – far worse – who threatened to tell her husband, quite untruthfully, that the child she carried wasn’t his?’ Jenny shook her head. ‘No. Gabriel’s attempted blackmail of Lucas will come out, and David Leigh will be at pains to point out that Gabriel Olney was a coward, a deserter, and a murderer himself. He as good as murdered Arnold Leigh, after all, and the jury will see it the same way. Maybe the QC will even put forward temporary insanity as a defence. Any man can argue that a pregnant woman is prey to depression. No, they’ll pull out all the stops and get it down to manslaughter I should think.’

Graves found himself hoping that the cook was right. He had no desire to see Dorothy Leigh spend the rest of her life in jail for doing away with Olney.

‘I think you’re right,’ Rycroft agreed. ‘If ever there were mitigating circumstances, this case is full of them. Well….’ He rose to his feet and stretched. ‘We have to get back to the station. Can we give you a lift, Miss Starling?’

But the cook shook her head, and explained how she needed to get back to her van. Best to call a taxi. She waved the two policemen goodbye, giving the burly, handsome sergeant a slightly wistful, final look. Then, when the car was out of sight, she lifted her case and walked slowly down the deck.

The sun was just beginning to redden as she stepped onto the lush green river bank and started towards the village and a telephone.