The drenching dark which had finally made them abandon the hunt the previous night had been replaced by fitful sunlight, but visibility did little to make the job more attractive.
âCould lose a man down there,â said Wield looking down into the water-filled crater.
âI can think of a couple weâd not miss,â said Dalziel. âEven if we pump it out, the mudâs going to be a problem.â
âThe lads last night reported a lot of big granite slabs,â said Wield. âThey should give us something to work from. But youâre right. We could spend more time digging each other out than old bones.â
âSame thing in my case,â said Dalziel. âGood God, have you got a twin or what?â
This last was to Troll Longbottom who was edging his way towards them along the duckboards.
âJust thought Iâd check to see if you had anything more for me yet,â he said with a smile which wouldnât have looked out of place at a pirate masthead.
âOh aye?â said Dalziel. âIf theyâd asked you to take a look at Julius sodding Caesar, youâd have told âem to wait till they invented the video camera. So how come twice in twelve hours Iâve found you up to your fetlocks in clart, breathing fresh air?â
âFriendship, Andy. Friendship.â
âWell thanks a lot, Troll. I didnât realize you cared.â
âNot for you,â said the pathologist with a grimace not so different from his smile. âFor David Batty.â
âWhatâs that mean? You shagging his missus or something?â
âOr something, Andy. So, anything more for me to look at?â
âGive us a chance! And did you not get plenty last night? Thought all you needed for a life history was a fingernail and a pinch of belly-button fluff.â
âYou flatter me,â said Longbottom. âBut I do need just a little more in order to confirm my preliminary dating.â
âYouâve got a dating? Whyâd you not say so? Come on, letâs hear it.â
âI should say from what Iâve seen so far that the remains were certainly more than five years old.â
âMore than five?â echoed Dalziel in disgust. âIs that the best you can manage? Iâve got lads just out of training could have come up with that!â
âWell, it was mainly monosyllabic, wasnât it? What I really need is a jawbone. You can tell a lot from dental work. And a bit of flesh would be a real godsend.â
He spoke with such enthusiasm that Dalziel laughed.
âTell you what, Troll,â he said. âIf I were you, Iâd turn vegetarian.â
âAnd I you,â said the pathologist elliptically, prodding the Fat Manâs gut. âNow I must be off. Some of us have work to do.â
âIâll be in touch,â bellowed Dalziel after him, then turning to Wield he asked, âSo, what do you think?â
âBit of mutual backscratching?â suggested Wield. âThis Battyâs not just Research Director, heâs the son and heir of Thomas Batty who owns the whole company. Useful contact for Mr Longbottom.â
âDonât use a lot of drugs when your specialtyâs dead âuns,â objected Dalziel.
âI think youâll find Mr Longbottomâs an influential man on his NHS Trustâs governing body, sir. Also I hear heâs got a twenty-per-cent share in that new private hospital on the Scarborough Road.â
âBy God, Wieldy, I thought mebbe life out among the turnip tops were turning you soft, but now I see itâs turning you cynical!â
âI just state the facts, sir,â said Wield. âAnd hereâs another. ALBA, as Mr Longbottom likely knows, have been here just four years.â
âMeaning Trollâs saying the bones are at least five years old just to stress that Batty and his staff canât be in the frame? You donât reckon heâs fixed the figures as a favour, do you?â
âNo, sir. Iâd mebbe not care to do business with him, but when it comes to his job, as weâve all found out, he doesnât give an inch. Youâve known him longer than anyone, but, so you must know that.â
âIâm afraid so, Wieldy,â sighed Dalziel. âPity though. If I thought heâd stretched it to five for Batty, Iâd have made bloody sure he stretched it to fifty for me. Still, itâs early days. Mebbe itâll still turn out to be archaeology. Iâm off to have another word with Batty, tell him the good news.â
âI bet youâll find Mr Longbottomâs told him already,â said Wield.
âVery like, but one thing youâre forgetting, Wieldy.â
âYes, sir?â
âThe wanker keeps a nice drop of malt. See about getting this water shifted, will you?â
âMy pleasure,â said Sergeant Wield.
This morning there was a receptionist on duty in the hessian-hung hall. She informed Dalziel that the director was in the labs but would no doubt make himself available as soon as was convenient. Meanwhile if the superintendent cared to take a seat â¦
Ex-Constable Howard was hovering behind her. Heâd changed his burnt trousers but looked pretty bleary eyed.
âWorking you hard, arenât they?â said Dalziel sympathetically.
âBit short staffed, sir. Also Dr Batty wanted extra men on duty.â
âSomeone should tell him about stable doors. Someone like me. Take me to the labs, lad.â
Without hesitation, Howard opened one of the doors and led the way through pursued by the receptionistâs indignant twitter.
To Dalzielâs inexpert eye, the lab he entered looked like a cross between a small menagerie and a high-class bog. Battyâs features crinkled in a frown when he saw Dalziel but cleared almost immediately. Heâd learned quickly â probably coached by Longbottom â that you didnât trade blows with the Fat Man, not unless youâd got a horseshoe up your boxing glove. Last night heâd poured the Scotch with a generous hand and theyâd parted on excellent terms which didnât prevent either from heartily despising the other.
âAndy,â he said. âGood morning. Any news?â
Nowt the Troll wonât have told you already, thought Dalziel. And nowt that a drop of the Caledonian cream wouldnât improve.
âJust thought Iâd let you know weâll be working out there most of the day, Iâm afraid. Good news is them bones were likely here when your company took the place over, so I shouldnât have to bother your staff.â
âExcellent. Weâre very busy at the moment so could ill afford an interruption. And, Andy, I must compliment you on the way youâve handled the media. Hardly a mention this morning. Our PR Department are very impressed. Many thanks both personally and on behalf of ALBA.â
Dalziel smiled with false modesty. False, not because he hadnât called in a lot of favours and up a lot of threats to minimize response to all the phone calls Marvell had made as soon as she got home, but because he permitted this twat to go on thinking it had anything to do with him or his sodding company.
âWhen weâve got a closer dating weâll need to look back at the history of the house,â he said.
âAnything we can do to help, youâve just got to ask,â said Batty. âAs I explained last night, all the records will be stored at Kirkton of course.â