Айрис Мердок - The Nice and the Good

'What lies did I tell you?'
'You pretended not to know Radeechy when in fact you knew him well.'
'What else?'
'Why did you tamper with Radeechy's body?' said Ducane.
'I didn't tamper with Radeechy's body, I didn't touch him.'
'Then how did your fingerprints get on to his collar?'
Biranne stared steadily down at Ducane. He chewed I knuckles thoughtfully. Then he walked along the room a back. 'Do you mind if I have some whisky after all? May sit down?'
'Please. Well?'
Biranne sat down and poured out some whisky, taking 1 time. He looked into the glass, sipped it cautiously. He said 'Perhaps it was silly of me to mislead you, but it was just The I didn't want to be involved. You understand. Maybe I oug to have told the police that I touched the body, only it seem both unimportant and rather absurd. It was just an impuls He was lying forward and I pulled him up a little, I suppo to see if he was still alive, and I pushed the gun out of I] way at the same time. Then I put everything back the way was before. Whatever made you test his collar for my finge prints?'
'You didn't put everything back the way it was before,'
Ducane. 'You evidently didn't know that Radeechy was let handed. You put the gun on the wrong side.'
Biranne smiled faintly. The whisky had done him goo 'You're wasting your talents. You ought to be in Scotlat Yard.!
'Why did you lock the door?'
'You are well informed. That was an impulse too. I intend( in the first moment to ring up Octavian and keep the dos locked until he appeared. Then I changed my mind.'
'I'll tell you in a minute what I think of these explanation said Ducane. 'Now tell me why you pretended not to kno Radeechy.'
'That was just general discretion,' said Biranne, pouring o some more whisky. 'One has a certain right to defend ones( against impertinent curiosities. I don't know why the fella killed himself. It might have had something to do with gir it might have been anything. I didn't want to be questions about him or called in as a witness. You'd have done the san in my place.'
'I wouldn't, and I couldn't be in your place,' said Ducai with a vehemence which shot him forward again in his chair. Biranne stared at his questioner steadily, almost sternly, and then transferred his attention ostentatiously to the whisky which he was rolling round and round in his glass. He was silent.
A banging door and a snatch of The Bonny Earl of Murray announced the return home of Fivey after his evening out.
Ducane frowned, sat back again, and said to himself, Oh Christ, he's going to get away with it.
'What about Helen of Troy?' said Ducane.
Biranne smiled cunningly and then with a raised eyebrow looked confiding. 'Young Judy, yes. I gather you had an encounter with Judy. She seems to be in all our lives.'
'She's not in my life!' said Ducane. He realized that he was beginning to get angry. The interview was going wrong. Biranne was already patently less anxious, and it was he himself who was being taunted and was answering defensively. He sat up and poured himself out some whisky. They stared at each other.
'Come, come, Biranne,' said Ducane. It sounded almost coaxing.
'What do you mean «come, come»? I don't deny that I know Judy McGrath and that Radeechy knew her too. She is a versatile lady with a wide acquaintance.'
'Did you get to know her through Radeechy?'
Biranne looked cautious. 'No. I got to know her through her husband. McGrath knows how to exploit a saleable piece of goods. Radeechy got to know her the same way.'
'Is McGrath blackmailing you as well? I 'How do you mean as well? Is he blackmailing you?'
'No, he isn't I He was blackmailing Radeechy.'
'Was he? Oh yes, I remember. Interesting. Perhaps that accounts for the suicide.'
'You haven't answered my question.'
'I don't think I allow your right to question me, my dear Ducane.'
'Then why did you come here tonight? V 'Because you were, shall we say, getting on my nerves. Well, if you really want to know, I came here to ask you some questions.'
'What about? V 'About how well you know Judy McGrath.'
'Really!' said Ducane. He got up, jarring his chair back and almost overturning a lamp. He walked quickly to the other end of the room and back. He stared down at Biranne and then realized that they had exchanged positions. Biranne lounged in his chair, and Ducane stood before him. There was no doubt that Biranne was a clever man. He will get away with it, Ducane thought. Why was he increasingly sure that there was something here to get away with?
'Well?' said Biranne. He seemed quite relaxed now, his hand on his glass, his legs extended in front of him, his long narrow head lolling on the cushions.
Ducane thought, he came here to find out how much I know, and I have virtually informed him that I know nothing! Damn, damn, damn. With this Ducane felt a final certainty that Biranne was guilty, guilty of something, perhaps guilty of something serious. He thought, I must frighten him somehow.
Ducane said, thinking hard, 'As you are perfectly well aware, I scarcely know Mrs McGrath.'
'You kissed her,' said Biranne. 'But of course dark horses like you often tend to be fast workers.' He laughed shortly and poured out some more whisky.
'She kissed me,' said Ducane. 'I confess her professional ease took me by surprise. You know perfectly well that I have no interest of that sort in Mrs McGrath.'
'Why should I believe you?'
'I don't tell lies.'
'Really?' said Biranne. 'Then why did you tell me one just now?'
'What do you mean?'
'You said McGrath was not blackmailing you.'
Ducane looked down into Biranne's handsome insolent face.
Then he turned away and laughed. He began to pace the room. 'All right. McGrath has tried to blackmail me, and for my own reasons I've led him on. How did you know?'
'He told me. The fellow has an engaging frankness. He tried to blackmail me too. He and Judy work as a team, as you probably realize. She ensnares people in high places with, shall we say, odd tastes, and McGrath follows close behind with his little camera. He really has quite a talent for photography.'
'I see. He tried it on you. But you wouldn't play?'
'I told him that if he tried that game on me I'd kill him, and he believed me.'
Ducane turned at the end of the room to look at the long relaxed figure in the armchair. He has an answer for everyone and everything, he thought to himself. I could never make a man believe that I would kill him!
'As I say,' said Ducane, 'I had my own reasons for encouraging McGrath.' He was beginning to have an idea, an idea which Biranne himself had put into his head.
'Very compelling reasons, I daresay. With two charming girls involved. Yes, you are a dark horse.'
'I see that McGrath's engaging frankness has known no bounds,' said Ducane. He thought, this fellow knows more about me than I know about him. And I thought of him as my victim, my prisoner!
'Well, he did tell me something about two letters. He was rather proud of himself. I must say, he's a most ingenious man.'
'He seems to be quite a friend of yours,' said Ducane. 'It will be interesting when he tells us everything he knows.'
'He'll never do that,' said Biranne easily. 'No one has got anything on McGrath. No one ever will have.'
'I have got something on McGrath,' said Ducane.
Biranne sat forward. 'What?'
'Precisely blackmail,' said Ducane. 'Why ever do you think I encouraged him? Those two letters are perfectly innocuous.
The two young women express themselves warmly, as many young women do, but neither is my mistress, and there's no earthly reason against their knowing of each other's existence.
In fact they now do know, since I've told them. That was the first thing I did when McGrath made his move. McGrath has no power over me as he has nothing to reveal. Really, Biranne, I'm surprised at you. From what you know of my character do you really think I'd tolerate blackmail? I haven't anything disgraceful to conceal, and I certainly wouldn't pay money to an object like McGrath in order to spare myself and two girls a small amount of embarrassment.'
'You mean you, 'Yes. McGrath has no power over me. But I have power over him and I am going to use it. Naturally I am not interested in convicting McGrath, but I am interested in persuading him to talk, and talk he will.'
'But have you – evidence?' Biranne's watchfulness had returned and he was plucking again at his knuckles with bared teeth.
'The man was fool enough to write me a letter. And I have a tape recording. I too have been a little ingenious in the matter.'
For a truthful man I'm certainly having a strange evening, thought Ducane. He had come near to Biranne now and was watching him closely. Biranne was plainly uneasy.
'So you're going to put the screw on McGrath?'
'Yes. He's told me half the story already. I'll get the other half next week. Possibly with, possibly without, the help of the police. I have a feeling it will be interesting. And I have a feeling it will concern you.'
'He won't tell you anything,' said Biranne. He was looking down at the carpet now.
'So you don't deny he has something to tell?'
'Oh, he has plenty to tell. But not about Radeechy. Of course you can threaten poor McGrath and make him turn King's evidence. But it won't help you. He doesn't know any more about that.'
'Why are you so sure?'
'Because I think he'd have told me, or at least hinted. Too much has been made of this Radeechy business. I can't think why you're all so excited about it. There's no more in it than meets the eye. Radeechy was a half crazy crank with an interest in the occult and some pretty odd tastes in sex. He's just the sort of man who kills himself. Why shouldn't he? Can't he kill himself quietly without all this to-do?'
Ducane sat down. He moved the table with the whisky on it a little out of the way and pulled his chair forward. He said softly, 'Look here, Richard, I know you've been lying to me this evening, and I know you're more involved in all this than you've pretended to be, deeply involved, up to the neck. You know why Radeechy committed suicide and before you leave this house you're going to tell me. You took something off Radeechy's body and I know what it was that you took. I may not have found out very much about you, but I've found out quite enough to get you into trouble if I choose to do so.'
Biranne, sitting upright now, his hands in golden light, gripping either arm of the chair, the long cylinder of his head averted and shadowed, said, 'Sorry, Ducane, I've nothing more to say to you except good night.' But he did not move.
Ducane realized that he had used Biranne's Christian name.
With this came at last a sense of having the man cornered. He thought, I've got him. He said urgently leaning forward, 'Don't be a fool. Why did you say I was getting on your nerves? You didn't just come here to find out what I knew, you came here to tell me things. I'm not bluffing you, Biranne. This damned inquiry is coming to a finale, and you're in the finale whether you like it or not. The point for you to consider is this. Up to now the thing hasn't been a police matter. It's been entirely secret and I have discretion to keep it secret and to hold back completely anything which I find which I think is irrelevant. Well, you know what my briefing was. If you tell me the whole truth I may be able to keep it dark, so far as it concerns you.
Obviously I can't promise this, but I could consider it. If you won't talk I shall have to hand the whole thing over, suspicions and all, to the police. If you'd rather be interrogated by them than by me, it's up to you. And don't expect any loyalty from a man like McGrath.'
Biranne drew in a very long breath. His head was bowed forward now and Ducane could see one long slit of blue eye.
The stiff crest of hair glowed golden in the light of the lamp. Biranne said, half under his breath, 'Let me think, let me think.'
Then, still not looking up, he said, 'If anything I were to tell you was not strictly germane to answering the question: was Radeechy a spy? you would have discretion to withhold it?'
'If I were to tell you precisely why Radeechy died could you report the explanation in general terms without further naming of persons?'
'I don't know. Your question is too vague. I can't promise you silence. For instance if you tell me that you killed Radeechy.'
'I didn't kill Radeechy. At least not in any sense that could bring me into a law court. Just wait a minute, will you, wait a Biranne got up. He turned his back on Ducane and looked away into the darkened corner of the room. Ducane ran his hands up over his forehead and found that his hair was limp and damp with perspiration. He kept his eyes and his will intently fixed upon Biranne, focusing upon the nape of his neck, where the wiry fuzz diminished into curly blond fur. Ducane kept silent but filled the silence with will. But he knew now that Biranne wanted to talk and would talk. Perhaps he had intended to do so from the start and had just wanted, needed, to be coerced.
Biranne turned back, and his face was a good deal calmer.
His thin mouth smiled faintly with an air of sardonic resolution. He said, 'All right. I trust you as far as you say you can be trusted and I put myself into your power. This document, on which I'd like to make one or two comments after you've read it, will tell you everything you want to know.' He held out a piece of folded paper towards Ducane and then once more turned his back.
Ducane unfolded the paper. He saw at once that it was written in Radeechy's familiar compressed hand. It read as follows: This is to state to the police, the public, and before God if He exists, that in September of last year I murdered my wife Claudia by pushing her out of a window. I acted impetuously and without premeditated intent to kill her. My motive was jealousy of her liaison with Richard Biranne. Biranne witnessed my act and has since attempted to blackmail me. I die now by my own hand.
Biranne has my dying curse.
Joseph Radeechy I loved my wife.
Ducane was so extremely surprised and in an odd way so moved by this document that he simply wanted to crush it against his brow and close his eyes. But he had too an immediate and cautious instinct of himself as an actor, an instinct which took him back to his days in the law courts. To calm himself he got up, went to his desk, took out a magnifying glass, and examined the letter carefully under the lamp. The writing was strong and fluent and certainly Radeechy's.
Biranne was still standing with his back turned. Ducane said, 'Sit down, please, Biranne.'
They both sat down, Biranne breathing deeply and stretching himself out as if very tired.
Ducane said, 'Perhaps you could answer a few questions.'
'Anything you like.'
'I am prepared to assume that Radeechy wrote this. Is it all true?'
Biranne sat up again. He said, 'It's true that he killed Claudia and that I saw it happen. It's also true that he was jealous of me and Claudia. It's not true that I tried to blackmail him, at least not exactly true.'
'What do you mean by «not exactly»?'
'I'm afraid I don't come very well out of this.'
'Never mind how you come out of it. Tell me the truth.'
'You see, I wanted Judy McGrath.'
'And since you had this hold over Radeechy –?'
'I never intended to use the hold, I never even hinted at it.
It was a matter of what Radeechy decided to think. I wanted to get Judy away from him, right away, and I must have made this pretty clear, and he chose to imagine he was being threatened.'
'And you let him imagine?'
'I suppose so '
'And when was this happening?'
'My take-over bid? Two or three months ago. Not just after '
'Quite. And is what is given here in your view the whole explanation of his suicide?'
'Yes. At least, what is a whole explanation? There's no other secret, no other particular key. But he was a weird man who lived in a perpetual condition of fear and anxiety. I think he did half believe he was communing with spirits and he was afraid of them.'
'Did he love his wife? T 'Yes, I think so. But please believe me that I didn't realize this at the start.'
'Did you go to bed with Mrs Radeechy?'
'Yes.'
'Was she a very unhappy woman? T 'No, not really, not till the end anyway. I didn't understand this to begin with either. I took a conventional view of the thing. Claudia looked like a deserted wife. Radeechy had quite a harem of necromantic girl friends, at least he had until Judy turned up and made him sack the rest. I think Radeechy fell properly for Judy – and this did hurt Claudia. She'd tolerated the others, safety in numbers and so on, but this was serious. I think this was what made her ready to flirt with me, and then I just rather took her by storm. It was unexpected. I didn't do it in cold blood. I was amazed by the degree of Radeechy's jealousy. I didn't think he'd care that much.'
'How did you first meet Claudia, anyway?'
'Through one of Judy's predecessors. Claudia came to this girl's place to see if she could find out something about Judy, that is after she'd started to fret about her. And I, well, happened to be there.'
'I see. So Radeechy was jealous and he told you to clear out? ff 'Yes. And perhaps I ought to have done. But I somehow felt I had to stand up to him for Claudia's sake. I liked Claudia, she was somebody. And it was all getting pretty muddled by this time. I told him he didn't deserve her. And he didn't. Those other girls, you know, he didn't fuck them, not even Judy, he didn't beat them either. He was a weirdie all right.'
'And you – saw him – kill his wife? T 'Yes. It was – ' Biranne stared into the empty fireplace. He reached out to touch the mantelpiece with his finger, tracing a pattern in the marble. 'I was rather drunk that night. I think we all three were. Claudia was in a funny state of mind. I think in a ~, iKdr4';5y"t'x Pf p't SAd, 7 ~,,., I' } '
'I 3,,~,, way she liked to be with both of us together. I think she'd have been pleased if we'd actually fought each other. You see she really did care for her husband, though she'd certainly fallen for me too. We'd had this sort of hysterical trio once before.
You'd hardly believe it, but we actually talked the thing over, all three together. It was Radeechy's oddness that somehow made it possible. He acted a part all the time and I think this was what Claudia wanted to see. She wanted to use me to make Radeechy suffer, and she wanted to see him suffering. He'd walk up and down and shout and wave his arms, and then fall into a long silence and frown like a Russian actor. I couldn't take him quite seriously during these sessions, though at the same time he almost frightened me, and this just made me go on baiting him. I wonder if you understand at all?'
'I think so,' said Ducane. 'Go on.'
'Well, there's not much more to tell. The second time we were all together like that, it was well after midnight and we'd been sort of arguing, all of us arguing and drinking and shouting for hours, it was almost as if we sort of understood each other and were enjoying it. Radeechy suddenly seized hold of Claudia by the shoulders. It was a hot night and the window was wide open. He pushed her across the room, shouting at her. Then before I could even get up he'd pushed her out of the window.'
Biranne paused. He was still intently tracing the curling pattern of the marble. 'I shall never forget the extraordinary silence and the suddenness of her sheer absence from the room.
She didn't scream, she just vanished out of the window as if she'd simply flown out into the night. We didn't hear her reach the ground. We stood there completely paralysed. I think Radeechy was as surprised as I was. I think he really didn't intend to do it.'
'Was she killed at once?'
'Yes, thank God. I mean, given that she was to die, thank God. We ran down and she was lying on the stone terrace with a broken neck. As you know, Radeechy's house is fairly isolated and no one else heard or saw anything.'
'What happened then?'
'Radeechy became hysterical. I kept begging him to come inside. It came on to rain. I kept trying to make him come in. I wanted to make him think out what he was going to say to the police, but he just kept on crying. Then he told me to go away. And I decided I'd better go, and went. The next day I read in the paper about the «accident».'
'Did McGrath know anything about this?'
, No, he didn't know anything, but he guessed something. He was round the place a lot and he's an observant man. He went to Radeechy and said that I had told him that Radeechy murdered Claudia and what about it. Unfortunately he made the mistake of coming to me at the same time and saying that Radeechy had told him that I murdered Claudia and what about it.'
'This was when you threatened to kill McGrath?'
'Yes. And I felt murderous enough for it to be plausible.
McGrath then tried to make a joke of it, and told me that he'd been threatening Radeechy too. I wrote a note to Radeechy to tell him to pay no attention to McGrath, but I don't think he would have anyway. He was too far gone in – sorrow.'
'McGrath was already collecting off Radeechy? r 'Yes. McGrath had some pretty splendid photos of Radeechy raising chalices over breasts of naked girls. He got a small regular payment for that and for keeping quiet generally.
I don't think Radeechy minded. There was even a curious sort of friendship between him and McGrath. McGrath was really upset by his death.'
'Did you see Radeechy again?»
'No. Though I wrote him one or two discreet notes, mainly about Judy. I hesitated to talk to him in the office, and I was afraid to go to his house. Radeechy was absurd, but he could be alarming too and by this time I really was afraid of him. I thought for a while that he might kill me. When I came to his room on that last day and saw him holding a revolver I thought he was going to kill me.'
'You mean he summoned you –?»
'To see him die, yes. That was somehow characteristic. He sent me a curious note asking me to come and see him at a certain hour as he needed my help. I knew I had to go, though I was scared. Then when I had got inside the door and closed it he brought out the revolver and shot himself in front of my eyes.'
'God. Then you locked the door and searched him at once.'
'Yes. You'll think I'm a cold fish. Well, maybe I am. I somehow knew instantly that he must have left a statement accusing me. I thought it would be in his pockets and I lifted him up to search him but it wasn't there. It was locked into one of the drawers of the desk. I forced the lock with a steel ruler. I was afraid someone would notice the marks, but they evidently never did.'
There was a silence. 'Is that all?' said Ducane.
'That's all. Well, you know the rest. McGrath wrecked things by selling that lunatic story to the papers and starting up all that fuss in the office. Otherwise the thing would have died down completely. Did you ever get to see that story by the way? T 'No, but I got a complete account of it eventually from someone who'd read it. There was nothing fresh in it. It made no mention of you.'
'That was another thing I was afraid of. Do you mind if I pull the curtains back? It seems terribly stifling in here.' Biranne went to the window and pulled back the heavy curtains and opened the sash as far as it would go. There was a murmur of traffic from the Earls Court Road.
After a moment Ducane said, 'Why did you keep Radeechy's confession? T 'Why? It may sound crazy, but I was afraid that if things began to come out I might be accused of having murdered him!'
'Quite, quite.' Ducane shuddered. He said, 'And you've got Judy.'
Biranne took a number of deep breaths and then pulled the curtains back again. Still breathing with long sighs he came back to stand in the middle of the room facing Ducane. 'I've got Judy in so far as anyone ever has.'
Ducane was silent, staring at Biranne's long slightly twisted face. It was immobile, tired, serene, and lit with a faintly self conscious nobility. Ducane thought, yes, you are a cold fish, you are a total bastard.
'What are you going to do with me?' said Biranne.
Ducane said slowly, beginning to fidget, move his feet about, pour more whisky into the two glasses, 'You've put me in a difficult position.' He did not want Biranne to start play-acting. Also he was genuinely puzzled and indeed overwhelmed by the story he had just heard and the situation they were both now in.
'Go on.'
'When you came here tonight,' said Ducane, 'did you intend to tell me all this?»
'Yes, no. I'm not sure. To be quite frank, I thought you knew a great deal more than you did. I thought you knew pretty well everything. I imagined you might have got it out of McGrath. I mean that he might have told you what he suspected or even said it to you as true. Or else Judy might have told you something. And of course I was never quite sure that Radeechy hadn't planted another confession somewhere else.
I somehow got it into my head that you knew it all and were playing with me for some reason of your own. I thought this especially after you came to my house, that time you found Judy there. It all began to get terribly on my nerves. I began to have dreams about you. I know it sounds ridiculous. But after a while I began to want to tell you. Anyway I wanted to tell somebody. I've been having dreams about Radeechy too.
I know you think I've behaved badly, but I've been in pretty fair hell for it. Do you think you can keep this thing quiet, I mean in so far as it concerns me?'
'I'm not sure that I can,' said Ducane. 'You witnessed a murder.'
Biranne drew an upright chair forward from the wall and sat down upon it. 'I shall think tomorrow that I've been a damn fool,' he said. 'You haven't been anything like as clever as I imagined. I came here so sure that you knew the lot and so determined to confess to you, I just didn't give myself time to make a new plan. I ought to have left after the first half hour. Only I was somehow – fascinated. If I hadn't told you this you might very well never have found it out at all. Were you really intending to pass on your vague suspicions and your tiny clues to the police? There's nothing they could have done with them. I could have talked my way out of it. And did you really intend to put the screw on McGrath and risk having your two girl friends in the papers?'
'I don't know,' said Ducane. 'I really don't know. I hadn't quite decided what to do. But I would certainly have talked to you before deciding. If you hadn't come to me I would have come to you.' It was on the tip of his tongue to say, you were right to tell me. But did this make any sense? There was little point in saying it. Ducane was not a judge or a schoolmaster or a priest. What Biranne chiefly felt at the moment was the relief of a particular tension, the end of a speculative anxiety, together with the suspicion that he had committed an enormous blunder. The most merciful thing, and perhaps the only merciful thing, that Ducane could do for him was to remove, as far as possible, this latter regret. He said, 'If you hadn't told me it would certainly have come out somehow. McGrath would have talked. And given that the thing was still largely a puzzle I could hardly have made a final report on it without mentioning you.'
'Well, now that I've told you, are you going to mention me?'
Ducane realized that he was feeling very, very tired indeed.
He wanted this interrogation to end. He wanted to be able to think about what he had learnt. He said, 'I don't think that I can conceal a murder. It's a matter of one's duty. It's almost a technical point.'
'Damn your duty,' said Biranne. He got up, swinging the chair away from him with one hand. 'Would I be accessory after the fact?'
'I'm afraid so.'
'It would be the end of my career.'
'Yes. I'm sorry, Biranne, I just don't see how I can protect you. Quite apart from the fact that you saw a murder committed and have been in possession of the murderer's confession, there's the completeness of my own case to consider. I levant to what one in been asKea to out. but tnis isn't irrelevant.
In particular this document, which I'll keep if you don't mind, isn't irrelevant. My brief was to find out why Radeechy killed himself. This piece of paper is the complete answer to that question.'
'Isn't it enough that you know the answer to the question?
You can tell the powers that be with a clear conscience that you know there was no security point involved. Of course you won't get so much kudos '
'It's not a matter of kudos,' said Ducane. 'It's a matter of doing one's job properly. I'm sorry, Biranne, I don't want to break you, but you must see '
'Yes, yes, I see. Duty, one's job. I suppose I ought to be cool about it. Or think I'm being suitably recompensed or something. But I don't hold any theory of punishment. I'm a good civil servant and I want to go on being one. I don't want to have to start my life again. In fact I haven't behaved all that badly, I've just been unlucky. It all seemed pretty innocuous at the start.'
'Scarcely what I'd call innocuous,' said Ducane. 'And I think you ought to stop seeing Judy McGrath.'
'Why? Do you want her?'
'Of course not. It's just that someone in your position '
'According to you I'm not going to have a position quite soon. And then presumably I can associate with whom I please. However, it's yours to command. You're the boss now.
You can give me any orders, you can make me any conditions – until you've turned me in, that is.'
'Enough, enough, enough,' said Ducane. He felt that he was beginning to be confused. There was no good reason to mention Judy. He said, 'Look, you'd better go now. We're both too tired to think. I promise you I won't make any move for two or three days, and I won't make any move without seeing you again. And of course I won't meniion this yet to another soul.
I'll think about it carefully. Now please go.'
Ducane opened the drawing-room door and they both emerged into the hall.
'Did you have a coat?'
'No, it's a warm night.'
'Well – thank you for coming.'
Biranne laughed shortly. Ducane opened the front door.
They both stood still in the doorway.
Ducane felt the need to touch Biranne. He put a hand upon his shoulder for a moment in a gesture which was almost shy.
Biranne moved away, and then turning held out his right hand.
They shook hands hastily and Biranne disappeared into the street.
Ducane, turning from the closed door with a self-conscious gesture of exhaustion, noticed that he was standing upon a letter which lay on the that. It must have been delivered by hand sometime since Fivey's return. It was from McGrath.
With a feeling of deep gloom Ducane carried it into the drawing-room. The room was still tense and sinister. He tore open McGrath's letter destroying the envelope with angry fingers. The missive read as follows: Dear Sir, as you will no doubt have ascertained by this time I have sent off one of the articles in question to the person concerned. I still have the other one and will not send it off, subject to our arrangement, as I am sure you will agree, the figures being the same, or perhaps we could talk it over. I will take the liberty of telephoning you tomorrow morning.
With all respects,
Yours truly,
McGrath
Which has he sent? thought Ducane. Kate was still away.
Jessica had not replied to his postcard. It makes no difference, he thought. He will be sending the other one in the next few days. He hesitated, and then tore up McGrath's letter. There was no point trying to build up a case against the man, and they both knew it. He could not possibly risk exposing Jessica and Kate. The only person exposed must be himself.
Radeechy's confession still lay upon the side table. Ducane put it into his desk and locked it in without glancing at it again.
His thought shied away from the image of Radeechy writing it, Radeechy full of murderous self-destructive hate. Ducane knew that he had not the present resources to pity Radeechy and there was no point in thinking about him. I feel sick, sick, he said to himself. He turned out the drawing-room lights and began to mount the stairs.
It was dark in his bedroom but there was a light on in the bathroom and he went straight in there without turning on any lamps. He undressed quickly, trying not to see himself in the mirror. The intense desire for sleep, for oblivion, came to him with a physical reminiscence of times of unhappiness in his childhood. What a mess, thought Ducane what a Christ awful mess. But sleep now, sleep, sleep. He buttoned his pyjamas and emerged into his bedroom, switching the lights on. As he approached his bed he saw that there was already somebody in it.
'I thought you were never coming up!' said Judy McGrat h