Jackson was in a quandary, but at least he was now taking Professor Cornwall’s diagnosis seriously, and was aware that Amy Fulford might be alive, albeit under another identity. He also had to consider that she had planted the poisons before disappearing, and had since been abducted or killed. Everyone agreed on one disheartening fact: they were probably looking for a murderer, dead or alive.
The exclusive interview Agnes had agreed to do was not as yet published and she was at work at nine as usual. She found the kitchen untidy and wine glasses in the TV room, so she set about rushing around to get everything in its habitual perfect order.
She collected the dry-cleaning shortly after eleven and returned to the house. She left the items in their plastic covers and took the jackets and trousers that belonged to Marcus, and the maroon sweater that was Lena’s, upstairs and hung the sweater in Lena’s bedroom wardrobe. She put Marcus’s things in the space where Lena had already hung his new clothes.
Agnes had just returned to the kitchen when Marcus called to say he would not be returning home for a while but was remaining at Boatly’s house in Henley. He asked about Lena and she was able to tell him that she was well and working in her office. No sooner had she replaced the phone than DI Reid rang and she put him through to Lena’s office. Agnes decided to listen in to the call in case there was something useful she could sell to the press.
‘Hello, Mrs Fulford. I’ve spoken to the television producer and they want to pre-record the interview rather than go live, and if you are agreeable will do it tomorrow morning.’
‘I look forward to it, Inspector Reid.’
‘Good. I’ll have a police car pick you up at nine a.m.’
Lena asked Deirdre to come and give her more advice on which outfit to wear. The counsellor obligingly sat herself down on the bed as Lena went to the wardrobe to pick out some clothes.
‘I have always taken care of my clothes – my mother taught me to always replace them onto hangers after wearing them, and always dry-clean cashmere; she loved cashmere, so soft against your skin, and I love that sometimes I can smell my perfume lingering; she always had a sweet lilac essence and…’
She noticed the dry-cleaned maroon sweater in its plastic cover and took it out, frowning.
‘Where did this come from?’
‘Your wardrobe,’ Deirdre said, fearing Lena was losing it.
Lena passed it to Deirdre, then took out the identical one and held it up. ‘I showed you this before, the police used it in the reconstruction, so where did the dry-cleaned one come from?’
Deirdre had a sinking feeling in her stomach as Lena was fingering the sweater and visibly becoming more and more agitated. She snatched the dry-cleaned one from Deirdre and hurried down the stairs, shouting for Agnes.
‘Where did you get it from?’ Lena’s voice was high-pitched as she held up the dry-cleaned sweater at her housekeeper.
‘From Mr Fulford’s dirty clothes he brought over from the flat, I didn’t really even look at it, I just bundled everything together that needed to be cleaned and took it to the dry-cleaners.’
‘Don’t you understand the importance of this, Agnes? If Amy was last seen wearing it then how did it get to be with Marcus’s clothes? It means she was not wearing it when she disappeared or…’ Her voice trailed off and she looked fearfully towards Deirdre.
‘She must have gone to his flat.’
‘Something has just come up,’ Reid said, barely stopping to knock on Jackson’s office door. ‘It appears the sweater we believed was worn by Amy the last time she was seen has surfaced. The Victim Support counsellor just rang to say it was in a suitcase amongst clothes Marcus Fulford took to his wife’s house. He’s staying in Henley at Boatly’s and if the sweater is Amy’s then-’
Jackson interrupted. ‘She went to the Mayfair flat, exactly as she told Serena Newman she was going to do! I want him rearrested and questioned – he has been bloody lying from day one.’
‘I agree, but let me first get the full story before we maybe jump the gun, I’m going over there now.’
‘Shit, I don’t like this – go on, move it, and get back to me ASAP.’
That same morning, Marcus and Grant had been requested to attend Boatly’s lawyers in Kensington regarding the contents of the will. They were both excited about the meeting, wondering exactly what they’d been left. By the time they arrived it was almost twelve and they were led into the prestigious offices by a dour-faced secretary who informed them that Mr Boatly’s lawyer would be with them shortly. The office had a vast polished round table, with leather carved chairs, and the walls were panelled with oil paintings of various stern-faced men who all appeared to have the surname Sutherland on polished plaques beneath their portraits. After fifteen minutes a fleshy pink-faced man in an immaculate pinstripe suit entered, carrying a large leather-bound file. He introduced himself as Alistair Sutherland and greeted them with a fleshy soft handshake, gesturing for them to be seated. He spent a considerable time sifting through the mound of documents before he laid flat the final will and testament of Simon Boatly. In his pompous aristocratic voice he explained that his firm had taken care of the Boatly family for many years. He had endeavoured to contact all the beneficiaries, which had taken a great deal of time as many were deceased or living abroad.
‘Right, gentlemen, let me proceed.’
Marcus was almost beside himself waiting to hear whether or not he was a beneficiary but he managed to remain calm and respectful. Grant kept on glancing nervously towards him; he was wondering if the bits of jewellery they had both pocketed might be included and if there would be any repercussions.
It seemed like an interminable time as Sutherland listed the beneficiaries’ names, deceased as well as living, from second and third cousins to aunts and uncles, and charities. Eventually he said that the entire estate was valued at twenty-five million. Certain specific items were to remain in the Boatly family, but the rest was to be sold to provide the lump sums allocated to the listed beneficiaries.
‘To my dearest and closest friend Marcus Fulford I leave three million pounds on the condition he divorces his wife and looks towards a career he wished to pursue during his days as my lover, but never accomplished whilst married.’
Marcus almost fainted; his heart was beating so rapidly, he had to clench the sides of the carved oak chair to stay upright. To Grant he had left twenty-five thousand, thanking him for the affection and care he had been given in their short time together. They could both could barely hear let alone take in the lengthy explanation from Sutherland as to how and when the monies would be paid to them. They couldn’t wait to get out of the stuffy office and shout out loud in the street, Marcus more so than Grant as three million was like being given a new lease on life.
Reid listened as Agnes repeated exactly how she had removed the clothes, including the ‘smelly’ maroon sweater, from Marcus’s suitcase and taken various items to the dry-cleaners.
Lena was very subdued, her head bowed, her hands clasped together. She obviously knew what the discovery meant, and yet showed no visible sign that Marcus could have been involved in any way, or that there could be a more sinister meaning. Deirdre however was very aware how high the stakes were, and knew by the way Reid acted that this was a very big development.
Shortly afterwards, a team was sent to Henley to arrest Marcus and bring him back to the station. It was almost six when the police arrived at the Old Manor to find both Marcus and Grant exceedingly drunk and celebrating. The confused and inebriated Marcus was led out in handcuffs and he passed out in the back of the patrol car; they had to support him into the police station. It was decided that until he was sober they could not question him and he was left to sleep it off in the cell.
Early the next morning Deirdre heard a scream and found Lena in the kitchen with the newspaper open, tears streaming down her face as the headline screamed out, FATHER ARRESTED FOR MURDER, and then there were numerous photographs of Amy, and the exclusive interview with the housekeeper Agnes Moors.