Part 5 (1/2)
”It might be possible,” said Hamish. ”Does he drink a lot?”
”He goes on binges from time to time.”
”He could've got plastered and taken her to bed.”
”I don't know.”
”Have you phoned him?”
”I've tried. The gallery said he was staying with friends, and I don't have their number. I left a message for him to phone back, but he often doesn't reply for a couple of days, particularly if he's out partying with other artists.”
”There's really nothing we can do until he gets in touch,” said Hamish. ”Order something and have some wine. I'm getting this.”
Willie came to take their orders. ”I saw Miss Halburton-Smythe today,” he said. ”Herself was looking as beautiful as ever.”
”Take the orders and go away, Willie,” snapped Hamish.
”Everyone seems to mind everyone else's business around here,” said Betty after doey had ordered. She glanced out of the window. ”It looks as if rain is coming...Oh, my G.o.d. This is all Jock needs!”
”What?”
”I've just seen his ex-wife walking past.”
”What's she doing here?”
”He's probably behind with the alimony as usual and she's hunting him down. Right little harpy.”
”When did he get divorced?”
”Two years ago.”
”Children?”
”Two. A boy and a girl.”
”How old are they?”
”The boy, Callum, is six, and Shona, the girl, five.”
”Why did the marriage break up?”
”I don't really know. Can we talk about something else? I've had enough of Jock and his problems for one evening.”
The next day, Hamish was in Patel's general store when he saw Angela. Behind a stack of cans of baked beans-Lochdubh's favourite food-he said to her in a low voice, ”There's a further complication. Effie is saying she's pregnant.”
The Currie sisters, on the other side of the stack of baked beans, clutched each other. Then, forgetting their shopping, they hurried out to spread the news around the village about Effie's pregnancy.
The villagers warmed to Effie. Poor wee la.s.sie. Getting knocked up like that. Of course, she was a bit old to be having a baby, but look at old Mrs. McClutcheon. She had got pregnant with her last when she was fifty! And so the gossip ran round and round.
Effie did experience moments of sheer dread on the odd occasions when reality returned. But Jock had said he would marry her, she thought, stubbornly rephrasing his last goodbye.
But as the rain continued to hammer down on the corrugated iron roof of her cottage until she thought the sound of it would drive her mad, she learned from Mrs. Wellington, who had called to bring her some scones, that Jock's ex-wife was in the village waiting for him.
”What's she like?” asked Effie.
”Small, blonde, and beautiful,” said the ministers wife. ”I wouldn't worry about it. Jock was obviously looking for quality of character this time round.” And with that backhanded compliment, she took her leave.
Jealousy like bile rose up in Effie. Jock was hers, and she was going to keep him.
And then two days later, Jock Fleming came back bringing the good weather with him. Hamish saw him sitting at his easel on the waterfront and went to talk to him.
”Same old view?” commented Hamish.
”Different angle,” said Jock.
”So are you going to marry Effie?”
”Don't be daft. I'll go and see her and sort that one out. She's mad.”
”I'm glad that's over,” said Hamish. ”Have you seen your ex-wife?”
”Dora? Yes, she's staying at Sea View as well.”
”That doesn't bother you?”
”No, we get on all right.”
”Why did the marriage break up?”
”Hamish, run along. You're as nosy as the rest of them.”
Hamish touched his cap and moved off. In that moment, he was sorry for Effie, probably sitting in her cottage with the ruin of her dreams tumbling about her ears. He thought of calling on her, but the lazy warm days were back and he had promised to go for a drive soon with Betty.
Hamish drove back to the police station two evenings later, happy and contented. He thought Betty was splendid company, and deep down he enjoyed the fact that Priscilla knew of his friends.h.i.+p with the agent.
He fed Sonsie and Lugs and took them out for a walk up the fields at the back of the station.
Detective Inspector Jimmy Anderson phoned to give Hamish a date for when the bank robber would be appearing at the sheriff's court. ”He's got a list of offences as long as your arm,” said Jimmy. ”Name's Hugh McFarlane, all the way from Glasgow.”
When Hamish rang off, it was to find Mrs. Wellington waiting for him. ”I've been up to Effie's cottage,” she said. ”The door was unlocked, and I walked in when she didn't answer. No sign of her. Her car is there.”
”She probably went for a walk,” said Hamish.
”Do me a favour. Go up there and just check the place out. It isn't like the old days, you know. n.o.body goes out any more and leaves their door unlocked.”
Hamish took his cat and his dog widi him. Although he was beginning to think that Effie was slightly mad, he thought that Mrs. Wellington was being over-fussy.
He went up to the cottage, opened the door, and called, ”Effie!”
Silence.