‘We were able to convince a local magistrate that we had reason to believe Faulkner might be in possession of an important work of art that had been stolen from the Fitzmolean. He signed a search warrant, and we raided Faulkner’s home later that night. Until you appeared, we thought we’d hit the jackpot.’
‘Did you get a chance to study the rest of his collection while you were in his home?’
‘Yes,’ said Lamont, ‘and not one of them was on our list of missing pictures, and he was also able to produce receipts for all his other paintings.’
‘So he reinvests his ill-gotten gains in artwork, which makes me even more convinced he won’t have destroyed the Rembrandt.’
‘Don’t bet your pensions on it,’ said Hawksby as he closed his file. ‘That brings us up to date, and I don’t need to remind you that this is not the only case we are currently investigating. So don’t neglect the others gathering dust on your desks. I’m finding it difficult enough to justify any further expense to the commissioner, and a few convictions, however minor, would assist our cause. This government seems to be more interested in the numbers game than in catching real criminals. So let’s get back to work.’
Everyone around the table gathered up their files and headed for the door. But before William could leave the room, Hawksby said, ‘I’d like a word, Warwick.’
The commander waited until the door had been closed before he spoke again.
‘William, I know you’re bright, your colleagues also know you’re bright, so you don’t have to continually remind them you turned what they had thought was a triumph into a disaster. If you want to end up in this chair one day, don’t spend any more time pissing off the people you’ll be working with. I suggest you occasionally seek advice, and don’t just dispense it. Perhaps you should spend a little more time in the snooker room, as it didn’t seem to do you any harm in Lambeth.’
William recalled his father’s words. Not a man to be underestimated.
Quietly he left the room, his head bowed. He thought about the commander’s words as he walked slowly down the corridor. He hadn’t yet visited the snooker room at Scotland Yard. When he returned to the office he shared with his colleagues, he found two case files had been dumped on his desk. He was halfway through one labelled ‘Churchill’, when DS Roycroft appeared by his side.
‘Which one do you think I should start on, sarge?’ he asked her.
‘Remind me,’ said Jackie.
‘Winston Churchill, or moon dust?’
‘Moon dust should be pretty easy to deal with. The professor is clearly not a criminal, and frankly, Mr Underwood, the under-secretary at the American Embassy, is overreacting. But we don’t want a diplomatic incident, so make sure you tread carefully.’
‘And Churchill?’
‘Churchill will be more of a challenge, but as the Hawk reminded us, nowadays it’s all about numbers, so make sure you apprehend the culprit and charge him, even though I suspect he’ll only get a six-month suspended sentence. At least it will be one more for the record. More importantly, I’m sure you haven’t forgotten that you’re single-handedly going to find the Rembrandt forger in the hope he’ll lead us to Faulkner. One piece of advice, Bill,’ she said pointedly. ‘Don’t even think about going home before the light under the Hawk’s door has been switched off.’
‘Thanks for the advice,’ said William, as he reopened the moon dust file. After reading all the details of the case, he had to agree with Jackie that the professor may have been naive, even culpable, but he certainly wasn’t a criminal.
When Big Ben struck six times, William decided it was too late to phone the under-secretary at the American Embassy, as Mr Underwood wouldn’t have to wait until the light in the Hawk’s office had
been switched off before he could go home.
7
‘CAN YOU PUT me through to Mr Chuck Underwood?’
‘Who’s calling?’
‘Detective Constable William Warwick, from Scotland Yard.’
‘I’ll see if the under-secretary is available.’
William had to wait so long, he wondered if the line had gone dead. Finally a voice came on the line.
‘Warwick?’
‘Yes, sir.’
‘What’s happened to DS Roycroft?’
‘I’ve taken over the case, sir.’
‘Is there anything lower than a detective constable?’