‘You see everything, don’t you?’
‘Look, I just happened to be there, with Gomer the night his Minnie died. J.W. was like a priest, giving his wife the last rites. But she was already dead. Ellis said at the funeral that he’d baptized them together. Was that a public thing? Were you present?’
Judith came away from the fireplace. There was a large, iron coal stove in it, closed up. She walked to the small window and stood looking out. She was thinking. And she evidently did not want Merrily to see her thinking.
‘No,’ she said eventually. ‘No, I was not there, as such.’
‘Am I right in thinking that Menna was still felt to be... possessed, if you like, by her father?’
‘He was not a pleasant man,’ Judith said.
And did you get Menna on the Pill from an early age because you were afraid that what happened to Barbara might happen to her, too? Merrily didn’t ask that. It perhaps didn’t need asking, not right now.
‘You couldn’t really be sure that Merv was leaving her alone, could you?’
Judith didn’t reply.
‘And whatever he was like, she was still dependent on him. Dependent on a strong man? Which Weal realized, and lost no time in exploiting.’
Judith kept on looking out of the window. ‘He was too old for her, yes. Too rigid in his ways, perhaps. But she was a flimsy, delicate thing. She would always need protection. She was never going to have much of a life with Jeffery, but she would at least be protected.’
‘Like a moth in a jar,’ Merrily said – and Judith turned sharply around. Merrily met her clear gaze. ‘When exactly did you begin to think that J.W. Weal, in his way, might be as bad for Menna as her father had been?’
‘It was not my business any more.’
‘Oh come on, you’d known that girl all her life. Did it really not occur to you that Weal might think he was somehow still in competition with the dead Mervyn Thomas for Menna’s affections? If that’s the right word? That maybe he didn’t think he was getting... everything he was entitled to.’
Judith came back to the fireplace. ‘Who is this going to help now?’
Merrily thought back to Barbara Buckingham. Possession is nine points of the law. Perhaps there was still a chance to help Barbara.
But that wouldn’t matter much to Judith Prosser.
‘Menna,’ Merrily said softly. ‘Perhaps it will help Menna.’
And so it came out.
The big room at the back of the house. The dining room in which probably no one ever dined. The bay-windowed room with rearing shadows. The room facing the mausoleum.
‘This was where it was actually done?’ Merrily said. ‘How do you know that?’
‘Because I watched, of course. I stood in the garden and I spied, just as you did on the night of Menna’s funeral. I was in our yard when I saw Father Ellis’s car go past slowly. I followed on foot. I saw him enter the old rectory with the medical bag he carries for such occasions. It was towards evening. I saw Menna dressed in white. I saw Father Ellis. I did not see Jeffery.’
Something had snapped. Something had fallen into place. Perhaps something which, even to a local person, was no longer defensible.
Merrily said cautiously, ‘And did what happened bear comparison with what took place at the village hall yesterday?’
‘I don’t know,’ Judith said. ‘It was not possible to see what was happening below the level of the window.’
Merrily’s palms were damp. ‘You’re saying she was on the floor at some point?’
‘I’m saying she wasn’t visible.’
‘When was this?’
‘About three... four... weeks ago? I can’t remember exactly.’
‘Not that long before she had her stroke, then.’
‘I’m making no connection, Mrs Watkins.’
‘Do you believe she was possessed and needed exorcism?’
‘I think she needed help.’
‘Was Dr Coll there?’
‘I have no reason to think so.’
‘So just Ellis and Menna.’
‘I imagine Jeffery was somewhere in the house. His car was there anyway.’
‘But you didn’t see him in the room?’
‘No. What do you want, Mrs Watkins? How can you knowing any of this possibly help Menna now?’
‘She haunted Barbara,’ Merrily said.
‘Haunted?’
‘I’m using the word loosely. Like memories haunt, guilt haunts.’
‘Yes, we know all about that.’
‘And spirits haunt.’
‘Do they really?’ Judith said. ‘Do you seriously believe that?’
‘Wouldn’t be much good in this job if I didn’t.’ What did Judith herself believe? That Ellis was an effective psychologist or an effective and useful con man?
Merrily said, ‘Barbara wanted me to do a kind of exorcism in reverse, to free Menna’s spirit from Weal’s possession. Possession of the dead by the living.’
‘Do you seriously believe—?’
‘She believed. And I believe we may have a tormented and frantic... essence which can’t find peace. Like a moth in a jar, except—’
‘A moth in a jar doesn’t live long.’
‘Exactly. That’s the difference.’
‘And how would you deal with this, Mrs Watkins?’ Judith placed her hands on her narrow hips. ‘How would you deal with it now? How would you go about it? Explain to me.’
‘Well, it wouldn’t be an exorcism, because this is not an evil spirit. If we think of her perhaps as still a victim, needing to be rescued. Which is normally done by celebrating a Requiem Eucharist in the appropriate place, in the company of people close to the dead person. In this case it could be you. And Mr Weal, obviously.’
‘Then it will never be done, will it?’
Merrily heard Eileen Cullen, with the echoes of hospital clatter. Swear to God he knew it was there. Twice, he looked back over his shoulder.
‘He won’t let her go.’ She sank into the chair, clutching the bundled coat to her chest. ‘That’s what this is about: possessing her in death as he never fully did in life. And knowing that... how can I let it go on?’
‘Suppose...’ Judith’s voice had risen in pitch. ‘Suppose I could get you into that house, into that room – or into the tomb – to perform your ceremony? You wouldn’t be doing it with his compliance, but you wouldn’t be doing it against his will either, since he wouldn’t know about it. Wouldn’t that be better than nothing from your point of view, Mrs Watkins?’
‘How could you fix that?’
‘I have keys, see – keys to the house and also to the tomb. Menna was often taken unwell, so Jeffery gave me a key to get in and attend to her. When she died, he needed someone to let the masons in, to work on the tomb.’
‘Why would you want to risk letting me in?’
‘Perhaps,’ Judith said, ‘it’s a question of what is right – the right thing to do. I cared for Menna when she was alive. Perhaps it’s the last thing I can do for her.’
‘But it’s not right for me to go into someone’s house without permission.’
‘Well...’ Judith shrugged. ‘That’s your decision, isn’t it?’ She bent over and released a valve on the iron stove; there was a rush of air and a slow-building roar of fire. ‘I was about to say, Mrs Watkins, that Jeffery won’t be there tonight. It’s his lodge night. He never misses it, unlike Councillor Prosser. It’ll be even more important to him now. Always a great comfort to a man, the Masons.’