DEAD WHITE: a gripping 1940s murder mystery full of twists (Della Arthur Investigates) by Gwen Parrott

Author:Gwen Parrott [Parrott, Gwen]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: british crime fiction, female detectives, historical crime fiction, 1940s murder mystery, crime fiction, british murder mysteries, welsh murder mysteries
Publisher: Wyndham Crime
Published: 2015-11-04T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Janet saw her onto the platform while Irfon stayed in the car. She pressed a paper bag into her hand.

‘Couple of Welsh cakes for the journey,’ she said.

‘I’m very grateful to you,’ replied Della. ‘You’ve both been so kind. What would I have done without you?’

Mischief sparkled in Janet’s eyes.

‘If I hadn’t been there, you would only have had a lift from Irfon. His mother knew everybody’s business, but Irfon doesn’t believe in gossip – not since he became Chapel Secretary.’

‘Well at least I’ve got something to tell Aneurin, our local policeman, now. Perhaps he can get onto Susan’s trail with this information. After all, there’s a big farm waiting for her.’

Janet smiled.

‘And the best of luck to her. She deserves it.’

The train’s plume of steam came into sight and Della prepared to leave. After she had climbed in, she leaned out of the window to say goodbye. She realised that Janet was thinking. She moved out of the way to let a latecomer go past her and then she asked, ‘Is there something else?’

‘Only one thing,’ said Janet wrinkling her nose.’ I was trying to think who Robin’s father could have been. Irfon’s mother had plenty of suggestions, but Susan was quite a lady, you know. Whoever he was, he wouldn’t have been a road digger. He would have had an education. And round here there’s only two places where she could meet like that – the chapel or the school.’

Good grief, thought Della, staring at the country going past, what a Gordian knot of complexities. She’d have to call Nest after getting home and let her know. Then she remembered it was Sunday night and that Lena would be there. Hell! As usual the train was packed full but somehow she’d managed to get a window seat. Janet’s words stayed with her and she pondered with some amazement the fact that half a dozen of those respectable, religious people drinking their tea in the vestry could have been paying Leonard to keep something quiet. He had had a lifelong talent for discovering people’s sore spots, and the overwhelming desire to pick at them. But if Irfon represented the area’s inhabitants generally, hardly anybody knew they had moved to Nant-yr-Eithin. So, it was fairly unlikely, even though not impossible, that someone had made the journey down with the purpose of killing them. Yet, considering how the bodies had been found, his remark about the nature of the relationship had been interesting, and she could not rid herself of the feeling that there was some connection here, somewhere that she was not seeing, especially in the light of the number plate. The two had chosen the village quite deliberately. It wasn’t a place you happened to chance upon. Had they discovered who had killed Robin? How, if the police hadn’t been able to trace the driver? She didn’t believe they did much without its being of direct advantage to them. Susan sounded different. It was obvious that she had chosen to get as far away as she could and start a new life, where nobody knew her.

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