Here Be Monsters by Anthony Price Page B

rules. ‘You may have all the time in the world, but I’ve got Dr Audley cooling his heels down the passage. So I don’t have time to play games.’
    ‘Hmm … ’ His lips compressed. ‘I did not say all their evidence was useless. It was not. The boy’s evidence was in reality of greater significance than the French police suggested—or pretended to suggest. He was able to testify that Parker was unsteady on his feet—how he lost his balance and fell while crossing the rough ground near the edge of the cliff.’
    That suggested a genuine accident, thought Elizabeth. But she was done with questions now. ‘Seven people, Major. Tell me about the other two.’
    ‘The two other persons present were a man and a woman. Both young … both French. They had been observed earlier by the American boy, and also by one of the French refuse-collectors. The boy said that they were “necking”, and the Frenchman described what they were doing more colourfully. But from where they were lying in the grass they would certainly have had a clear view of the point at which Parker went over the edge.’
    Eye-witnesses . But then why was he playing so hard to get?
    ‘All the witnesses agreed that there was at least one shout, or cry. The boy thought that there were two. When they came within sight of the place … which is in a gully, or possibly a stretch of heavily bombed or bombarded cliff-edge … they also agreed that the young Frenchman was kneeling on the grass, with his female companion close by. The boy says that they were both very emotional—“all het-up, and crying”—but his grasp of the French language is limited. The refuse-collector’s recollection is that the man said “he fell—he jumped—I do not know”. And then perhaps “I ran -I was too late—he is gone”. But he is uncertain about either the exact words, or their exact sequence.’
    Eye-witnesses , Elizabeth thought again. If they had been making love just above him, maybe their eye-witnessing had not been exact. But it was now reduced to one thing or the other, whatever the sequence.
    ‘The first of the other two Americans arrived then, followed by the other one shortly afterwards. They both then proceeded to the bottom of the cliff by the wooden staircase, together with one of the Frenchmen—you are , conversant with the geography of the Pointe du Hoc, Miss Loftus?’
    Not in 1984, Major Turnbull — only in 1944; and there was certainly no easy way down then, never mind up ! ‘Of course.’
    He gave her one of his blank looks. ‘The evidence is unsatisfactory after that. The American boy says that the young man spoke to his girl-friend. He doesn’t know what he said—only that the girl burst into tears, and ; became hysterical. The refuse-man thinks he said some thing like “What shall we do?” But then the young man turned to him and said that he must take his fiancee from the scene of the tragedy—that he would take her back to the car, so that she could recover there.’
    That was par for the course, thought Elizabeth: men expected women to become hysterical on such occasions. And, in her educational experience, men were often inadequate on such occasions, and unwilling to deliver the necessary slap, which she had always found easy. And, in this case, the Frenchman and the American boy would no doubt have been relieved to have an hysterical fiancee led away out of their sight by a protective fiance .
    But Major Turnbulls lack of expression as he waited for her to react to this reasonable sequence of events, combined with what he had already said and left unsaid, suggested that there was more and better—or more and worse — to come. And, for choice, worse .
    ‘I see.’ So the two adult Americans (let ’ s say the two CIA men, for a guess, Major) had gone rushing off, in the faint hope that their subject had survived the fall; and that had been a mistake. ‘And that was the last anyone saw or heard of the fiance and the fiancee ,