Thea stepped back, recognising the woman as somebody she had previously exchanged heated words with. ‘How did you know where to find me?’ she blustered.
‘It’s a small town, and Oliver Meadows is in the phone book. You’re fairly conspicuous, too, with that dog.’
‘So what do you want this time?’
‘To apologise,’ said Maggs. ‘To throw in the towel and try to make amends.’
‘Gosh!’ said Thea faintly.
‘Who is this person?’ asked Maureen.
‘It’s Maggs,’ Thea introduced inadequately. ‘She works with Drew, in Somerset. But I thought you were dreadfully busy,’ she added. ‘Lots of new funerals all at once.’
‘We are. I left him organising four new graves and lining two coffins. It’s raining there, as well, and there wasn’t enough space for me in the workshop. It’s very small, you know. I’ll have to be back by one. He can cope without me until then.’
Thea was familiar with the journey from the North Staverton burial ground to the Cotswolds. It could not be done in less than two hours. ‘What time did you leave?’ she asked.
‘Eight. I was up before six. It’s not as bad as it sounds – I went to bed really early last night. I’m using the motorbike. I’ve had it for years, and it comes in useful sometimes.’
‘Not much fun in this weather,’ remarked Maureen.
‘What do you want?’ Thea burst out. ‘Surely not just to bury the hatchet? You could do that by phone.’
‘I had an epiphany,’ said Maggs seriously. ‘After talking to you, Drew’s a different man. I’ve been a fool about the whole thing. He told me off for trying to run his life for him.’ The dark-skinned young woman looked bewildered and far more subdued than the last time Thea met her.
Thea opened and shut her mouth, lost for words. In the presence of her mother, the conversation had no chance of getting anywhere. ‘Mum,’ she said, ‘would you mind very much taking Hepzie back to the house, and leaving us to have a quick chat? I know it’s rude, but we won’t be very long.’ A glance at her watch showed barely fifteen minutes before Maggs had to leave again.
Maureen acceded to the request with reasonably good grace. ‘Come on then, dog,’ she said. ‘I’m going to rub you thoroughly with a towel before letting you into the living room.’ The spaniel hung its head and trailed reluctantly behind the determined woman.
‘We can go to the pub,’ Thea suggested. ‘It’ll probably be open.’
‘No time. Is this your car? Can we sit in it for a bit?’
It seemed rather foolish, when they could have gone to the house, but Thea understood the instinct behind it. A car was a perfect place for intimate revelations, especially as the windows were sure to steam up within moments, making them invisible as well as inaudible to anyone outside. ‘All right, then,’ she said.
‘You’re involved in another murder, I gather,’ Maggs began, almost before the car doors had closed. ‘Drew’s told me some of it. He asked me about Henry Meadows. I saw something about the trial of his father. He’s desperate to help somehow, but he can’t get away.’
‘I see,’ said Thea, not entirely truthfully.
‘No, you don’t. You haven’t seen him since Karen died. He’s been in bits, a real wreck. He wouldn’t have her buried at Peaceful Repose – did you know that? It was terrible. I was furious with him. I probably made it all a lot worse.’ Her black eyes grew shiny, and she clasped her hands together. Thea thought she had lost some weight since they last saw each other, six months previously.
‘Hard for you,’ she ventured. ‘Being so fond of him.’
‘Yeah. It was as if I’d never really known him at all. I mean, I just assumed that’s where she’d go. He said I didn’t understand what it was like. I was so angry about it. It was so bad for the business. He betrayed the whole basis of it. For weeks I couldn’t think of anything else. And that meant I was much less use to him than I ought to have been. And it all got tangled up with you, so I blamed you for it. I thought it showed he felt guilty towards Karen and didn’t want her constantly there to remind him.’
‘I didn’t know,’ said Thea. ‘I thought the grave was right there, just outside the house.’
‘It’s in another alternative burial ground, twenty miles away.’
‘But you’ve kept it all going – the business, I mean. And helped him with the children. He’d never have survived at all without you.’
‘He would, but the business might not have done. And there’s this Broad Campden angle, as well. That’s never going to happen, is it? How can it? We’d need to employ somebody – two people – full-time. We’ll never afford that. It’s hopeless.’
‘And you associate that with me as well,’ Thea said.
‘Right. And I blamed you for it. I’ve been seeing you as an evil interloper, making everything worse. But that wasn’t right. I guess I knew, deep down, how it was really. And I suppose I got carried away, seeing you as a threat to the kids and the whole set-up. But Drew really loves playing detectives. He always has. He wants to get to the bottom of things and make sure it’s all fair. When he met you in March, that was seriously bad news at first – even you must admit that. He nearly got prosecuted over it. That daughter of yours – is that who she was? He only told me afterwards, in a garbled sort of way, just how scared he’d been.’
‘You’re being a bit garbled yourself,’ Thea said, feeling very much older than this tormented young woman at her side. ‘Does this visit have anything to do with the murder that happened here, or is it all about me and Drew?’
Maggs rummaged in a roomy shoulder bag, and extracted a buff folder. ‘I found this,’ she said. ‘On the Internet early this morning. I printed it out for you.’
‘What is it?’ Thea leafed through four or five sheets of apparent newspaper reports, some with photographs.
‘All I could find about the Meadows family. See – there’s a family group from 1960, with the three brothers and the old man and his wife. Plus one of Oliver, much more recent – when his bird book was published. And I tracked down Fraser as well, because he seems rather a dark horse. Lucky it’s an unusual name. He had his own website when he was in Australia – did you know? It’s still floating around, the way they do. He put his graduation picture on there – and look! There’s another one from way back when – with a girlfriend. Drew said something about your mother, and I thought this looked a bit like you, so I added it in. Have a look.’
Thea peered through the steamed-up murk at the small smudgy picture, dated ‘March 1962’ and clearly recognised her own youthful mother, standing next to a tall and perfectly identifiable Fraser.
‘Well,’ she said, with heartfelt relief. ‘That solves one mystery, anyway.’ She looked at the clock on the dashboard. ‘You should be going.’
‘Yes.’
‘Thanks, Maggs. You don’t know what this means.’ As she leant over to embrace the younger woman in an awkward hug, she had no doubt that Maggs knew precisely what she was talking about.
Her mother was in the kitchen, washing up a single mug in a bowlful of hot, soapy water. ‘What a waste!’ said Thea.
‘Habit. If you don’t wash everything as you go, it quickly gets sordid.’
Housework had never been an interesting topic of conversation for Thea, less than ever now. ‘I have news for you,’ she said.
‘Oh?’ Her mother turned round warily, drying her hands on a tea towel. ‘What?’
‘Fraser is who he says. Look at this.’ She proffered the picture. ‘This is on his website.’
Maureen took it slowly and gave it a long examination. ‘That is me, isn’t it? I look like you.’
‘Do you remember it being taken?’
‘No. Who can have taken it, anyway? We didn’t know any other people. I don’t remember a camera. I don’t remember this place.’ She looked almost panicky. ‘It hasn’t triggered anything at all.’
Thea’s confidence wavered. Could the picture have been faked? Photoshopped somehow? ‘But you recognise yourself. Have you ever seen that picture of you before? Without Fraser?’
Her mother shook her head. ‘I would remember that. We always take great notice of ourselves in photos, don’t we?’
It was true, Thea realised. A picture from another person’s collection featuring you was deeply fascinating, providing another angle on your self-image. She remembered being shocked to discover that one’s image in a mirror was not what others saw – not what the camera saw. She was still trying to work out why that was.
‘There’s a date, look. You can check your diary and see if you went anywhere with him. It doesn’t look like London to me. That’s a sort of lay-by you only get in small towns.’
‘And isn’t that a seagull?’ Maureen indicated a faint smudge in the background. ‘Oh! It was Worthing!’ she cried suddenly. ‘Yes – we got a train to Worthing for the day. It was windy and freezing cold. And that scarf – I lost it. It must have blown off while we were walking on the seafront. Fraser went to look for it, but never found it. But we didn’t have a camera. I’m sure we didn’t.’ She puckered her brow in the effort of recall. ‘The train was empty and we joked about it being specially provided for us – and I said perhaps it was a ghost train taking us to the other world. I got myself quite frightened, and he explained very seriously that there were no such things as ghosts. There was a man just outside the station with a camera, and Fraser gave him five shillings to take a photo and send it to us when it was developed. We argued about whether he would ever do it. This must be it.’
‘Blimey,’ said Thea, rocking back on her heels. ‘That’s got you going, hasn’t it?’
Maureen’s eyes were bright with excitement. ‘This is amazing – everything was in here all the time.’ She tapped her head and laughed. ‘You can’t imagine how wonderful it feels.’
‘I can see.’ She could feel the delighted relief herself. There was something richly reassuring about the whole episode. Not only was her mother probably not developing Alzheimer’s, but she was savouring the recollection of that day at the sea with such evident relish that it was catching. ‘Can you remember more about him now?’
Maureen’s eyes closed as she inspected her memory. ‘Hardly anything,’ she admitted. ‘But this is enough for the time being. He’ll be so glad when I tell him.’
‘And it’s all down to Maggs,’ said Thea, wonderingly. ‘I thought she was my lifelong enemy, and instead here she is bringing all sorts of good news.’
‘I still don’t understand who she is.’
‘Come into the sitting room and I’ll explain,’ said Thea.