P James: Devices & Desires

If he was surprised that she should want to return to a place with such traumatic memories, he didn't say so. As if she had a need to explain Meg went on: 'Terrible things have happened in the past to people living on this headland, not only to Agnes Poley, to Hilary, to Alice, to Amy and Caroline. But I still feel at home here. I still feel that this is my place. I still feel that I want to be part of it. And if there are ghosts at Martyr's Cottage, they will be friendly spirits.'

He said: 'It's a stony soil in which to put down roots.'

'Perhaps that's the kind of soil my roots need.'

An hour later she had said her last goodbye. The truth lay between them, unspoken, and now he was leaving and she might never see him again. She realized with a smile of happy surprise that she was a little in love with him. But it didn't matter. It was as devoid of pain as it was of hope. When she reached a low ridge on the headland she turned and looked north at the power station, the generator and symbol of the potent and mysterious power which she could never separate from the image of that curiously beautiful mushroom cloud, symbol too of the intellectual and spiritual arrogance which had led Alice to murder, and it seemed to her for a second that she heard the echo of the last warning siren screaming its terrible message over the headland. And evil didn't end with the death of one evildoer. Somewhere at this moment a new Whistler could be planning his dreadful revenge against a world in which he had never been at home. But that was in the unforeseeable future and the fear had no reality. Reality was here, in a single moment of sunlit time, in the shivering grasses of the headland, the sparkling sea layered in blue and purple to the horizon and winged with a single sail, the broken arches of the abbey in which the flints struck gold from the mellowing sun, the great sails of the mill, motionless and silent, the taste of the sea-salted air. Here the past and the present fused and her own life, with its trivial devices and desires, seemed only an insignificant moment in the long history of the headland. And then she smiled at these portentous imaginings and, turning to wave a final goodbye to the tall figure still standing at the mill door, she strode out resolutely for home. The Copleys would be waiting for their afternoon tea.

P. D. James was born in Oxford in 1920 and educated at Cambridge High School. From 1949 to 1968 she worked in the National Health Service as an administrator, and the experience she gained from her job helped her with the background for Shroud for a Nightingale, The Black Tower and A Mind to Murder. In 1968 she entered the Home Office as Principal, working first in the Police Department concerned with the forensic science service, and later in the Criminal Policy Department. She retired in 1979. She is a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature and a Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts. She was a Governor of the BBC from 1988 to 1993 and was a member of the Board of the British Council from 1988 to 1993. She served on the Arts Council and was Chairman of its Literary Advisory Panel from 1988 to 1992. She has served as a magistrate in Middlesex and London. She has won awards for crime writing from Britain, America, Italy and Scandinavia, and has received honorary degrees from five universities. In 1983 she received an OBE and was created a life peer in 1991. In 1997 she was elected President of the Society of Authors. She has been a widow for over twenty-five years and has two children and five grandchildren.

Her novels include An Unsuitable Job for a Woman, Innocent Blood and The Skull beneath the Skin (also available as Trilogy of Death); Shroud for a Nightingale, The Black Tower and Death of an Expert Witness (also available as A Dalgliesh Trilogy); A Taste for Death, A Mind to Murder and Devices and Desires (also available as A Second Dalgliesh Trilogy); Cover Her Face; Unnatural Causes; The Children of Men; Original Sin; and A Certain Justice. She is co-author, with T. A. Critchley, of The Maul and the Pear Tree. Most of her books are published by Penguin.