She had a ready-made face for Leo as well, a frown, a heavy German frown of exaggerated sincerity with which she surely teased him when they were together.
‘What was Rawley up to, then?’ Turner demanded. ‘Nothing as it turned out. He didn’t go. And Leo must have got wind of that, because he cried off.’
‘When?’
‘He rang up on Friday morning.’
‘What did he say? Exactly what did he say?’
‘Exactly, he said he couldn’t make it that night. He didn’t give a reason. Not a real one. He was awfully sorry; there was something he had to do. It had become urgent. It was his boardroom voice: “Awfully sorry, Hazel.” ‘
‘That was all?’
‘I said all right.’ She was acting against tragedy. ‘And good luck.’ She shrugged. ‘I haven’t heard from him since. He disappeared and I was worried. I rang his house day and night. That’s why you came to dinner. I thought you might know something. You didn’t. Any fool could see that.’
The blonde girl was standing up. She wore a long suit of fitted suede and she had to pull tightly at the crotch to straighten the sharp creases. The old lady was writing a bill. Turner called to her and asked for more water and she left the room to get it.
‘Ever seen this key?’
Clumsily he drew it from the official buff envelope and laid it on the tablecloth before her. She picked it up and held it cautiously in her palm.
‘Where did you get this from?’
‘Königswinter. It was in a blue suit.’
‘The suit he wore on Thursday,’ she said examining it.
‘It’s one you gave him, is it?’ he asked with unconcealed distaste. ‘Your house-key?’
‘Perhaps it’s the one I wouldn’t give him,’ she replied at last. ‘That was the only thing I wouldn’t do for him.’
‘Go on.’
‘I suppose that’s what he wanted from Pargiter. That bitch Mary Crabbe told me he’d had a fling with her.’ She stared down at the esplanade, at the waiting Opel parked in the shadow between the lights; then across the river to Leo’s side. ‘He said the Embassy had got something that belonged to him. Something from long ago. “They owe me, Hazel.” He wouldn’t say what it was. Memories, he said. It was to do with long ago, and I could get him the key so that he could take it back. I told him: “Talk to them. Tell Rawley, he’s human.” He said, No, Rawley was the last person on earth he could talk to. It wasn’t anything valuable. It was locked away and they didn’t even know they had it. You’re going to interrupt. Don’t. Just listen. I’m telling you more than you deserve.’
She drank some whisky.
‘About the third time… in our house. He lay in bed and just went on about it: “Nothing bad,” he said, “nothing potiticat, but something owed.” If he was Duty Officer it wouldn’t matter, but he wasn’t allowed to do Duty, being what he was. There was one key, they’d never miss it, no one knew how many there were anyway. One key he must have.’ She broke off. ‘Rawley fascinated him. He loved his dressing-room. All the trappings of a gent. He loved to see. Sometimes that’s what I was to him: Rawley’s wife. The cuff links, the Edward Lear… He wanted to know all the backstairs things like who cleaned his shoes, where he had his suits made. That was when he played his card: while he was dressing. He pretended to remember what he’d been talking about all night. “I say, Hazel, look here. You could get me the key. When Rawley’s working late one night, couldn’t you? I mean, call on him, say you’d left something in the Assembly Room. It would be frightfully simple. It’s a different key,” he said. “It’s not like the others. Very easily recognised, Hazel.” That key,’ she remarked flatly handing it back to him. ‘ “You’re clever,” I said. “You’ll find a way.” ‘
‘That was before Christmas?’
‘Yes.’
‘What a bloody fool I am,’ Turner whispered. Jesus Christ!’
‘Why? What is it?’
‘Nothing.’ His eyes were bright with success. ‘Just for a moment, I forgot he was a thief, that’s all. I thought he’d copy that key, and he just stole it. Of course he would!’