Jack Higgins – A Prayer for the Dying

Fallon climbed into the rear and closed the door. He reached across and slid back the glass window between the driver’s compartment and the rest of the cat.

“All right,” he said, as Varley moved into gear and drove away. “Where are we going?”

“The Catholic cemetery.” Fallon, in the act of lighting his first cigarette of the day, started, and Varley said soothingly, “Nothing to worry about, Mr.. Fallon. Honest. It’s just that Mr.. Meehan has an exhumation first thing this morning.”

“An exhumation?” Fallon said.

“That’s right. They don’t come along very often and Mr.. Meehan always likes to see to a thing like that personally. He’s very particular about his funeral work.”

“I can believe that,” Fallon said. “What’s so special about this case?”

“Nothing really. I suppose he thought you might find it interesting. The man they’re digging up is a German. Died about eighteen months ago. His wife couldn’t afford to take him back to Germany then, but now she’s come into a bit of money, and wants to bury him in Hamburg.” He swung the car out into the main road and added cheerfully, It’s a fascinating game, the funeral business, Mr.. Fallon. Always something new happening.”

“I just bet there is,” Fallon said.

They reached the cemetery in ten minutes, and Varley turned in through the gate and drove up the drive, past the chapel and the superintendent’s office, following a narrow track.

The grave they were seeking was on top of the hill covered by a canvas awning. At least a dozen people were grouped around it and there was a truck and a couple of cars. Meehan was standing beside one of them talking to a grey-haired man in rubber boots and an oilskin mac. Meehan wore a Homburg hat and his usual melton overcoat and Dormer stood beside him holding an umbrella over his head.

As Fallon got out and splashed through the heavy rain towards them, Meehan turned and smiled. “Ah, there you are. This is Mr. Adams, the Public Health Inspector. Mr. Fallon is a colleague of mine.”

Adams shook hands and turned back to Meehan. Til see how they’re getting on, Mr. Meehan.”

He moved away and Fallon said, “All right, what game are we playing now?”

“No games,” Meehan said. “This is strictly business and I’ve a funeral afterwards so I’m busy all morning, but we ob-viously need to talk. We can do it in the car on the way. For the moment, just stick dose to me and pretend to be a mem-ber of the firm. This is a privileged occasion. The cemetery superintendent wouldn’t be too pleased if he thought an outsider had sneaked in.”

He moved towards the grave, Dormer keeping pace with the umbrella, and Fallon followed. The smell was terrible -like nothing he had ever smelt before and when he peered down into the open grave, he saw that it had been sprinkled with lime.

“Two feet of water down there, Mr.. Meehan,” the Public Health Inspector called. “No drainage. Too much day. Means the coffins going to be in a bad state. Probably come to pieces.”

“All in the game,” Meehan said. “Better have the other one ready.”

He nodded and two of the gravediggers standing by lifted a large oaken coffin out of the back of the truck and put it down near the grave. When they opened it, Fallon saw that it was zinc lined.

The old coffin drops inside and we dose the lid/ Meehan said. “Nothing to it. The lid has to be welded into place, mind you, in front of the Public Health Inspector, but that’s what the law says if you want to fly a corpse from one country to another.”

Just then there was a sudden flurry of movement, and as they turned, the half-dozen men grouped around the grave heaved up the coffin. Webbing bands had been passed under-neath, which to a certain extent held things together, but as the coffin came into view, the end broke away and a couple of decayed feet poked through minus their toes.

The smell was even worse now as the half-dozen unfortu-nate gravediggers lurched towards the new coffin clutching the old. Meehan seemed to enjoy the whole thing hugely and moved in close, barking orders.

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