Coffin's Dark Number

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by Gwendoline Butler


  ‘Nothing I say to you matters. Nothing I do to you matters. No witnesses.’

  ‘Well, I don’t want any witnesses, either.’

  ‘But what I want to say to you, Tony, is that it’s all your fault. You don’t know what it’s like having you around talking. You talk about yourself, Tony. Why didn’t you talk about me a little?’

  ‘So it’s all just between you and me, is it?’ I said. ‘Just a duel.’

  ‘When I killed Tom Butt I was really thinking about killing you.’

  ‘You should have tried for me first,’ I said, ‘instead of taking the easy option. I bet Tom was easier to kill.’ But he didn’t get angry, which I suppose I was hoping for, but just sat there in the way Charley Di Finzio had complained of and let a foul comment drop out as it occurred to him.

  ‘They beat me, you know,’ he said. ‘Cy beat me when I was quite old. He shouldn’t have done that.’

  ‘You’ve got even,’ I said.

  ‘Yes, I’ve done that.’ He contemplated his achievements. Then he said, almost shyly, ‘The reason I put things on your tape was that I wanted you to know. I wanted you to be part of it.’

  ‘You’re a monster, Dave,’ I said.

  ‘And you’re so human?’

  ‘Where’s Kim Simpson?’

  ‘I sent her home.’

  ‘I don’t believe that, Dave.’

  ‘I’m not insatiable.’

  ‘You shouldn’t have said that, Dave. It’s in very bad taste. Where is she?’

  ‘She surely isn’t here.’

  ‘You’ve got a place, Dave, another place; I’m sure of it.’

  I thought of the fairground. There were plenty of hiding places among the booths and tents. In particular I remembered one caravan.

  I looked at him speculatively. He was still sitting there, big and sprawling. I’ve never been a violent boy but I felt violent then.

  ‘You touch me and I’ll bash you,’ he said.

  ‘The caravan at the fairground, is that it, Dave boy?’ I said. Naturally he didn’t answer; I hadn’t expected him to get up and bow and say yes. Tell me, boy. No? You think you’re stronger than me? Well, there’s something you don’t know about me.’ I leaned forward across the desk where he was sitting. He put his arm up to ward me off and I got it in my grip. He tried to get up but I pushed him back, using his own arm as a pressure point. ‘While you were away I took a course in judo. I wasn’t very good, but I learnt one or two tricks.’

  He tried to move and I twisted his arm. ‘Caravan, Dave? Tell me. I could break your arm,’ I said softly. I could break my own too; he had muscles like iron, but naturally I didn’t say so.

  ‘You persuade the kids to go to your hidey-holes, feed ’em up with ice-cream and then kill them. We won’t go into any embroideries. Did they all think you were their big brother?’ I was just going on talking to pass the time; I was hurting him and I fancied to go on hurting him.

  His face had gone red and lines had appeared around his mouth and eyes. I suppose this was the face of him the girls saw at the last.

  Then with all his strength he pushed against the desk, forcing me backwards. Then he stood up. ‘I’ll say you’re guilty with me till the minute I die,’ he shouted.

  I had dropped his arm, but I knew I couldn’t stand still. So, without conscious thought, reverting to a child-like defence, I pushed him hard with both hands in his chest. It was the sort of thing I might have done to him as a lad of twelve.

  His foot slipped, he went back, and his head cracked against Mr Di Finzio’s steel filing cabinet. He lay on the floor without moving. A little trickle of blood appeared at one nostril. I thought he looked as dead as anyone could be.

  ‘What I’ve done for you, Kim Simpson,’ I said aloud.

  There she was sitting on the floor of the caravan, licking an ice-cream. She looked at me with great terrified provocative eyes.

  ‘Get out of here.’ I held open the door. She didn’t move except to give a coquettish little flirt of her eyelashes. ‘Get out of here and home to mother before I belt you,’ I said harshly.

  ‘No. Why should I?’

  ‘This is why,’ and I raised my hand. You knew straight away that violence was the only thing for her. In that I agreed with Dave. ‘You don’t know what’s good for you.’

  I pulled her to her feet, she let herself go limp. ‘Stiffen up,’ I said. ‘And move.’

  She did move then. What she said as she pushed past me was more terrible to me than anything I had heard from Dave. From now on I believe in the absolute corruptibility of the human mind.

  ‘You fool,’ she said. ‘I could have made him pay.’

  I watched her running home. I didn’t see much of a future for her.

  I was trembling as I walked home.

  I came back here and I am talking on to my tape. I have telephoned the police to tell them what I did and now I’m sitting waiting. I hope they’ll believe me.

  From where I sit by the window I can see the one called Dove getting out of the car. John Coffin is behind him. I saw Dove hesitate for a moment at the kid next door who is still yelling for his rubber duck, and then come on.

  I thought that if I came through this whole (even if I had killed Dave) and had a life again then I’d marry Judith. Anyway, someone has to look after that white car of hers.

  Dove rang the door bell.

  As I rose to answer it, my eyes fell on the sky, which was darkening into night. I saw a bright light blink there. It moved, then blinked again. Perhaps old John Plowman was up there sending me a signal. Maybe a space ship had stopped by and picked him up, and maybe one day he would be back. Who could tell?

  The light winked once more. It didn’t look like a star. I’ll think about it later. Perhaps I don’t have to worry too much about my problems here on this earth. Perhaps there is another solution.

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  About the Author

  Gwendoline Butler, who died in 2013, was a Londoner, born in a part of South London for which she still had a tremendous affection, and where Coffin on the Water is set. She was educated at one of the Haberdasher’s Schools and then read History at Lady Margaret Hall, Oxford. After a short period doing research and teaching, she married Dr Lionel Butler. They had one daughter, Lucille.

  It was while her husband was Professor of Mediaeval History in the University of St Andrews that Gwendoline first began writing crime fiction. In her lifetime she wrote seventy-seven novels, thirty-four of which feature Detective John Coffin.

  Also by the Author

  John Coffin novels

  Receipt for Murder

  Dead in a Row

  The Dull Dead

  The Murdering Kind

  The Interloper

  Death Lives Next Door

  A Coffin for Baby

  Make Me a Murderer

  Coffin in Oxford

  Coffin Waiting

  Coffin in Malta

  A Nameless Coffin

  Coffin Following

  Coffin's Dark Number

  A Coffin from the Past

  A Coffin for Pandora

  A Coffin for the Canary

  Coffin On the Water

  Coffin in Fashion

  Coffin Underground

  Coffin in the Black Museum

  Coffin and the Paper Man

  Coffin on Murder Street

  Cracking Open a Coffin

  A Coffin For Charley

  The Coffin Tree

  A Dark Coffin

  A Double Coffin

  Coffin's Game

  A Grave Coffin

  Coffin's Ghost

  A Cold Coffin

  A Coffin for Christmas

  Coffin Knows the Answer

  Majo
r Mearns and Sergeant Denny novels

  The King Cried Murder

  Dread Murder

  Standalone novels:

  Sarsen Place

  Olivia

  The Vesey Inheritance

  Meadowsweet

  The Red Staircase

  Albion Walk

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