Kate Mosse - Labyrinth

“And what did you see between the bodies?”

“A dagger, a knife of some sort. Also a small bag, leather I think.” Don’t let him intimidate you. “I don’t know, since I didn’t touch it.”

Authie narrowed his eyes. “Did you look inside the bag?”

“I’ve told you, I didn’t touch anything-”

“Except for the ring, yes.” He suddenly leaned forward, like a snake about to strike. “And this I find mysterious, Dr. Tanner. What I’m asking myself is why you should be interested enough in the ring to pick it up, yet leave everything else undisturbed. You understand my confusion?”

Alice met his gaze. “It caught my eye. That’s all.”

He gave a sardonic smile. “In the almost pitch black of the cave, you noticed this one, tiny object? How big is it? The size of a, say, one-franc piece? A little larger, smaller?”

Don’t tell him anything.

“I would have thought you were capable of assessing its dimensions for yourself,” she said coldly.

He smiled. With a sinking feeling, Alice realized she’d somehow played into his hands.

“If only I could, Dr. Tanner,” he said mildly. “But now we come to the heart of the matter. There is no ring.”

Alice turned cold. “What do you mean?”

“Exactly what I say. The ring is not there. Everything else is, more or less, as you describe it. But no ring.”

Alice recoiled as Authie placed his hands of her chair and brought his thin, pale face close to hers. “What have you done with it, Alice?” he whispered.

Don’t let him bully you. You’ve done nothing wrong.

“I have told you precisely what happened,” she said, struggling to keep the fear from her voice. “The ring slipped out of my hand when I dropped the lighter. If it’s not there now, someone else must have taken it. Not me.” She darted a glance at Noubel. “If I had taken it, why would I mention it at all in the first place?”

“No one other than you claims to have seen this mysterious ring,” he said, ignoring her comments, “which leaves us with one of two options. Either you are mistaken in what you saw. Or else you took it.”

Inspector Noubel finally intervened. “Monsieur Authie, really I don’t think-”

“You are not paid to think,” he snapped, without even looking at the inspector. Noubel colored. Authie continued to stare at Alice. “I’m only stating the facts.”

Alice felt she was engaged in a battle, except no one had told her the rules. She was telling the truth, but she could see no way of persuading him.

“Lots of people went into the cave after me,” she said doggedly. “The forensic people, police officers, Inspector Noubel, you.” She stared defiantly at him. “You were in there a long time.” Noubel sucked in his breath. “Shelagh O’Donnell can back me up about the ring. Why don’t you ask her?”

He gave the same half-smile. “But I have. She says she knows nothing about the ring.”

“But I told her all about it,” she cried. “She looked for herself.”

“Are you saying Dr. O’Donnell examined the grave?” he said sharply.

Fear was stopping her thinking straight. Her brain had given up. She could no longer remember what she’d said to Noubel and what she’d kept back.

“Was it Dr. O’Donnell who gave you permission to work there in the first place?”

“It wasn’t like that,” she said, her panic growing.

“Well, did she do anything to prevent you from working that part of the mountain?”

“It’s not as simple as that.”

He sat back in his chair. “In which case, I’m afraid I have no choice.”

“No choice but to do what?”

He darted his gaze to her rucksack. Alice dived for it, but she was too slow. Authie got there first and thrust it at Inspector Noubel.

“You’ve got absolutely no right,” she shouted. She turned on the Inspector. “He can’t do this, can he? Why don’t you do something?”

“Why object if you have nothing to hide?”

“It’s a matter of principle! You can’t just go through my things.”

“Monsieur Authie”, je ne suis pas certain-“

“Just do what you’re told, Noubel.”

Alice tried to grab the bag. Authie’s arm shot up and took hold of her wrist. She was so shocked at the physical contact that she froze. Her legs started to shake, whether out of anger or fear she couldn’t tell.

She jerked her arm free of Authie’s grip and sat back, breathing heavily as Noubel searched through the pockets.

“Continuez. Depechez-vous.”

Alice watched as he moved on to the main section of the bag, knowing it was only a matter of seconds before he found her sketchpad. The Inspector caught her eye. He hates this too. Unfortunately, Authie had also noticed Noubel’s slight hesitation.

“What is it, Inspector?”

“Pas de bague.”

“What have you found?” said Authie, holding out his hand. Noubel reluctantly handed him the pad. Authie flicked the pages with a patronizing look on his face. Then his look narrowed and, fleetingly, Alice saw genuine surprise in his eyes, before the hooded lids came down again.

He snapped the sketchbook shut.

“ Merci de votre… collaboration , Dr. Tanner,” he said.

Alice also stood up. “My drawings, please,” she said, trying to keep her voice steady.

“They will be returned to you in due course,” he said, slipping the sketchpad inside his pocket. “The bag also. Inspector Noubel will give you a receipt for it and have your statement typed up for you to sign.”

Alice was taken by surprise by the sudden and abrupt end to the interview. By the time she’d gathered her wits, Authie had already left the tent, taking her belongings with him.

“Why don’t you stop him?” she said, turning on Noubel. “Don’t think I’m going to let him get away with that.”

His expression hardened. “I’ll get your bag back, Dr. Tanner. My advice is to get on with your holiday. Forget all about this.”

“There’s no way I’m going to let this go,” she shouted, but Noubel had already gone, leaving her alone in the middle of the tent, wondering what the hell had just happened.

For a moment, she didn’t know what to do. She was furious, as much with herself as Authie, at being so easily intimidated.

But he’s different. She’d never reacted so strongly against someone in her life. The shock gradually wore off. She was tempted to report Authie straight away to Dr. Brayling, or even to Shelagh, she wanted to do something. She dismissed the idea. Given her status as persona non grata right now, no one was going to be sympathetic.

Alice was forced to satisfy herself by composing a letter of complaint in her head, as she turned over what had happened and tried to make sense of it. A little later, a different police officer brought the statement for her to sign. Alice read it through thoroughly, but it was an accurate record so far as it went, and she scrawled her signature across the bottom of the page without hesitation.

The Pyrenees were bathed in a soft red light by the time the bones were finally brought out from the cave.

Everybody fell silent as the somber procession made its way down the slopes toward the car park, where the line of white and blue police vehicles stood waiting. One woman crossed herself as they passed by.

Alice joined everybody else on the brow of the hill to watch the police load the mortuary van. No one spoke. The doors were secured, then the vehicle accelerated out of the car park in a shower of gravel and dust. Most of her colleagues went back up to gather their belongings straight away, supervised by two officers who were to secure the site once everyone was ready to leave. Alice lingered a while, unwilling to face anybody, knowing that sympathy would be even harder to deal with than hostility.