He didn’t stop in London. The three days were up at sundown. He paused in Hampshire and tried to put a telephone call through to the brewery, but there was no answer. He realized that Tyrell Pierce’s office must already be closed. And there was no way now to reach Constable Walker, to tell him to keep the six men under lock and key until he could arrive in Eastfield sometime in the early hours of the morning.

He tried next to telephone Inspector Norman in Hastings, in the hope that he could get word to Eastfield. But Inspector Norman was out on another case, he was told, and Rutledge would have to wait for his return.

He attempted to explain the situation, but the man on the other end of the line said firmly, “I’m sorry, sir, you’ll have to speak to the inspector.”

Swearing to himself, Rutledge grimly set out again, making the best time he could.

He hoped that Walker would have the good sense to wait. But with each mile he was more and more convinced that the objections of the incarcerated men would prevail, and Walker would let them go. After all, he had to live in Eastfield, long after Rutledge had returned to London.

And there was nothing to be done about it but to pray that the waiting killer failed to find one of his targets alone and vulnerable.

Chapter 10

10

It was closer to five in the morning when Rutledge drove into Eastfield and drew to a halt outside the police station.

He had had to stop for an hour’s rest somewhere in the New Forest, pulling to the side of the road in an effort to rest his eyes. The night sounds around him were soothing, and he had slept instead. For a wonder Hamish was quiet. He had been busy ever since Rutledge had left Chaswell, taking advantage as he so often did of the stress that was already filling Rutledge’s mind.

It was becoming increasingly apparent that something more than an event in the war lay behind these murders. For one thing, there was the face that Hartle couldn’t place, a face that worried him, on the day he was killed. Who was it he’d seen, and had he not only tried to find that man again, but encountered him in the dark on the headland? And why the headland? For another, the connection between those identity discs and the murders was less clear than it had first appeared.

And there was Daniel Pierce as well, whose name kept cropping up.

Were these pointers toward the truth, or was he still missing something that would bring the disparate pieces of the puzzle together?