Score!

‘We’ve just had lunch, thanks.’ Gablecross nearly shattered his coccyx as he sat down heavily on an ancient beef bone. Removing it from the bowels of the armchair, he placed it on the floor.

Tab went back to her album, patting the sofa for Sharon to sit beside her, exhorting her to admire the pictures of Gertrude. ‘There she is at Daddy and Taggie’s wedding, and there she is disapproving of Daddy’s helicopter. God, she was sweet,’ then, in case Sharon was hurt, ‘but so are you.’

Having glanced at Gablecross, who tapped his head and mouthed ‘plastered’, Karen took out her notebook.

At first Tab denied everything, discounting the people who’d seen her racing towards the watch-tower and later weeping bloodstained on the edge of Hangman’s Wood. Her fingerprints were all over the telephone box, and on a glass found in the wood, persisted Karen. Her lipstick was on the glass, and her powder and traces of Quercus were all over Rannaldini’s dressing-gown.

‘Really,’ drawled Tab disdainfully, but her hand trembled as she pointed to a picture of Gertrude wearing a green paper crown at Christmas.

‘Why did you doll up and put on a new dress on Sunday night?’

‘It was an old dress, a present. I hadn’t worn it before, because I didn’t like it. I’d been riding all afternoon. It was baking, I was expecting Isa, I hadn’t seen him for ages, so I tried to look nice. We’ve only been married six months. Then I heard Gertrude was missing and forgot everything.’

‘So you rang Rannaldini?’

‘No, Wolfie,’ snapped Tab, ‘but I dialled the house instead of his mobile by mistake, and it was switched through to Rannaldini, who said he had Gertrude.’

‘What a coincidence,’ said Gablecross sarcastically. ‘So you dolled yourself up to go and see him.’

‘No.’ For a second Tab closed her eyes, clenching her fists against the memory of a hurtling weight knocking her to the floor. ‘But I wanted to get to Gertrude.’ She paused for a second, feeling her way. ‘She’d cut her paw. Rannaldini didn’t want me to take her. He’s bats about Taggie and probably wanted to return her personally. So I grabbed her and ran off, but I tripped over a bramble cable. Gertrude hit her head on a stump as I fell — that’s why she bled so much. Then I realized she was dead.’ There was a rattle of ice as Tab grabbed her vodka and tonic. ‘Her grave’s behind the tennis court.’

‘Why did you leave that message on Wolfie’s machine that you’d been raped?’

Tab’s eyes flickered in terror, her tongue ran over her gnawed, reddened lips. ‘No-one raped me,’ she whispered.

‘You’re lying. Rannaldini had a nasty dog bite, dog hairs and dog’s blood on his dressing-gown. I’m afraid’, Gablecross gave a sigh, ‘the only way to find out the truth is to dig up Gertrude and do a post-mortem.’

Tab caved in completely.

‘No, no, please not,’ she gasped. ‘It’d destroy Taggie. All right, Rannaldini did rape me.’

She was shaking so violently, Karen put down her notebook.

‘You’re being too rough on her,’ she hissed. ‘Let me talk to her.’

Pushing Sharon off the sofa, she sat down and put her arm round Tab’s shoulders.

‘I can’t take away the pain,’ she said gently, ‘but it’ll go, I promise. I’m sure you have secrets you never told your mum about, going too far with boys, smoking dope at school. Rannaldini was stunningly attractive.’ Karen picked up the Telegraph arts page, which had a big picture of him conducting. ‘Look at his beautiful hands. Your husband’s been away a long time, probably neglecting you.’

Tab’s eyes filled with tears. ‘Yes, he has.’

‘Rannaldini didn’t neglect you. He’d given you a wonderful horse, paid for you to go to America, paid for your wedding, given you a cottage and a wonderful job working on Don Carlos.’

‘I know,’ sobbed Tab, ‘but — he screwed up my mother, and Tristan’s film and I’m sure he screwed up Tristan and me.’

‘Only because he wanted you so badly, and you found him attractive. No, let me finish,’ Karen was holding Tab’s hand and stroking it. ‘It was a hot summer evening, you weren’t getting it from Isa, you have a bath and wash your hair, you ring Rannaldini, and he suggests you go over, so you put on a pretty dress and make-up for the first time in weeks, and wafting perfume you arrive all hot and excited and Rannaldini greets you wearing nothing but a dressing-gown, but knowing his reputation, you still go in.’

‘I wanted to see Gertrude, for Christ’s sake.’

‘The last telephone call Rannaldini made in his life was to you.’

‘That was me,’ protested Tab furiously, ‘ringing Isa, telling him I’d found Gertrude and was taking her straight back to Penscombe.’

‘Thereby giving yourself a pink ticket for as long as you liked with Rannaldini,’ interrupted Gablecross brutally. ‘Meanwhile, you accepted a drink from him.’

‘He thrust a vodka and tonic into my hand.’

‘What did you talk about?’