Just a flying visit to bring you part 40 of “A Couple of Tenors Short”.
Another difficult track lyric that provides the title, but as always, I give you the answer.
OK, the quiz question out of the way, here is my mantra. This is a serial. Any new-joiners should start with the opener known as Part One.
The troublesome recap has now settled into its new home. You can find the recap here!
Now read on...
The lift doors opened. The lift greeted the pair with a quote from The Simpsons in the original Greek.
The security man pressed the button for the ground floor, waited for the lift to start to move and then pressed the stop button. The lift gave a shudder and halted between floors.
“Inspector, we do have a leak.” The security man turned and faced Jones. “You were right, it was one of my men who reviewed the CCTV footage with your constable, but none of my men were authorised to talk to Sir Terrence.”
“I didn’t tell my men where we were going until we were in the car. Unless...” Jones stroked his moustache. “Unless one of them made contact while I was inside the club.”
“It is a most irritating complication.” David Heatherington withdrew a business card from his backpack and gave it to Jones. “This makes it all the more imperative we co-operate fully. That is if you feel that you can trust me?”
Jones turned the business card over in his fingers and said nothing.
“Inspector, the reason I am interested in this case is because of the interest of Sir Terrence Cauldron – not on his behalf.” Heatherington placed the bag on the floor then clasped his hands together. “There is always curiosity about ambitious men and sometimes there is a need to clarify the methods such men are willing to employ to satiate that ambition.”
“Are you saying that people suspect that Cauldron is planning a coup?” Jones asked incredulously
“Sir Terence is a very rich man. He made a fortune with his electronics business to add to the family fortune before he reached the age of thirty.” Heatherington stared at the ceiling of the lift. “He then entered politics and within three years became a cabinet minister and the darling of the media. Such success can invoke jealousies.”
“So somebody asked you to find something that would slow his progress down.” Jones sneered.
“Inspector, let’s just say that we were asked to make sure that we were getting exactly what was written on the tin.” The security man looked at the inspector and raised his eyebrows.
“I see. So just where did our two investigations start to overlap?” Jones asked flatly.
“Around the time that Sir Andrew Witherspoon felt the need to inform Cauldron of his meeting with Vera Adkins.” Heatherington sighed. “But I cannot explain why.”
“You mean you won’t explain.” Jones snapped back.
“No, I do mean cannot.” The security man shook his head. “So many of the files seem to be missing and my normally reliable memory keeps failing me. Yet, everyone else seems to rationalise and accept it all as being perfectly normal.”
“The whole world is out of step except me.” Jones mumbled.
“A very apt phrase! There is something that enables you to see things that others, including myself, seem to miss.” the security man jabbed a finger towards Jones. “Take the fish and chip wrappers for instance. Everyone reads their fish and chip wrappers as they eat from them, yet you are the only person who noticed that story. Such is the hysteria of the moment, I find that... odd.”
David Heatherington leaned slightly towards Jones and waited for a response.
“Oh come on, are you suggesting that I had something to do with it?” Jones looked at Heatherington open mouthed.
“It was a theory I briefly considered, along with others equally ludicrous, but did you?” Heatherington asked flatly.
“Of course not.” Jones spoke emphatically, but couldn’t hold the gaze of the security man.