Tooth & Nail

`Chambers?' Flight shook his head. `I don't envy you that.'

`But surely,' Rebus interrupted, `you'll be on the same side?'

`Ah yes, Inspector Rebus,' said Cousins, `you are quite correct. But Chambers is such a scrupulous man. He'll want my evidence to be water-tight, and if it isn't, then he's as likely to undo me as is the defence counsel. More likely, in fact. Malcolm Chambers is interested in the truth, not in verdicts.'

`Yes, said Flight, `I remember him having a right go at me once in the witness box, all because I couldn't recall offhand what kind of clock had been in the living-room. The case nearly crumbled there and then.' Flight and Cousins shared a comradely smile.

`I've just been hearing,' said Cousins, `that there's fresh evidence on the Wolfman case. Do tell.'

'It's beginning to come together, Philip,' said Flight. `It's definitely beginning to come together, due in no small part to my associate here.' Flight laid a momentary hand on Rebus's shoulder.

`I'm impressed,' said Cousins, sounding neither impressed nor unimpressed.

`It was luck,'' said Rebus, as he felt he ought. Not that he believed what he was saying. Cousins's eyes on him were like packs of ice, so that the room temperature seemed to drop with every glance.

`So what do we have?'

`Well,' said Flight, 'we've got someone who claims she was attacked by the Wolfman but escaped from him.'

`Fortunate creature,' said Cousins.

`And,' continued Flight, `one of the . . . people helping us on the case this morning received a letter claiming to be from the Wolfman.'

`Good God.'

`We think it's kosher,' Flight concluded.

'Well,' said Cousins, `this is something. Wait till I tell Penny. She'll be thrilled.'

`Philip, we don't want it getting out—'

`Not a word, George, not a word. You know it's all one-way traffic with me But Penny should be told."

'Oh, tell Isobel by all means,' said Flight, `only warn her it's not to go any further.'

`Total secrecy,' said Cousins. I quite understand. Mum's the word. Who was it, by the way?' Flight appeared not to understand. `To whom was this threatening letter addressed?'

Flight was about to speak, but Rebus beat him to it. `Just someone on the case, as Inspector Flight says.' He smiled, trying to alleviate the brusqueness of his response. Oh yes, his mind was working now, working in a fever nobody had told Cousins the letter was threatening, so how did he know it was? Okay, it was simple enough to work out that it wouldn't exactly have been fan mail, but all the same.

`Well then,' said Cousins, choosing not to press for details. `And now gentlemen,' he scooped up two manila files from the desk and tucked them under his arm, then stood, the joints of his knees cracking with the effort, 'if you'll excuse me, Court Eight awaits. Inspector Rebus,' Cousins held out his free hand, `it sounds as though the case may be drawing towards its conclusion. Should we fail to meet again, give my regards to your delightful city.' He turned to Flight. `See you soon, George. Bring Marion round for supper some evening. Give Penny a tinkle and we'll try to find one night in the calendar when all four of us are free. Goodbye.'

`Bye, Philip.'

`Goodbye.'

`Goodbye.'

'Oh.'. Cousins had stopped in the doorway. `There is just one thing.' He turned pleading eyes on Flight ,'You don't have a spare driver, do you, George? It's going to be hell getting a taxi at this time of day.'

'Well,' Flight thought hard, then had an idea, `if you can hang on for a couple of minutes, Philip, I've got a couple of men here in the building.' He turned to Rebus, whose eyes had widened. `Lisa won't mind, will she, John? I mean, if her car drops Philip off at the Old Bailey?'

Rebus could do little but shrug.

`Excellent' said Cousins, clasping his hands together. `Thank you so much.'

`I'll take you to, them,' Flight said. `But first I need to make a phone call.'

Cousins nodded towards the corridor. `And I must visit the WC. Be back in a tick.'

They watched him leave. Flight was grinning, shaking his head in wonderment. 'Do you know,' he said, `he's been like that ever since I met him? I mean, the sort of ambassadorial air, the aged aristocrat. Ever since I've known him.'

`He's a gentleman all right,' said Rebus.

`But that's just the thing,' said Flight. `His background is every bit as ordinary as yours or mine.' He turned to the lab man. `All right if I use your phone?'