Iâm not, really. Iâm not much of an intellectual. Be lucky if I get a degree at all this year, unless I change my ways.â Allerton failed to suppress a smirk.
Smailes remembered the Bletchley note he had found in Bowlesâ wallet. âDo you know if Simon Bowles liked to gamble? Did he follow the horses, for instance?â
Allerton snorted. âGood Lord, no. Thatâs something I would certainly have known about. Iâm a bit of a fanatic myself. Like to go over to Newmarket whenever I get the chance. Itâs sort of a standing joke that Iâm a better student of racing form than any modern language. It must be in my blood, I think. No, in fact, I tried to get Simon to go with me couple of times, but he only laughed. I donât think Simon would be seen dead at a race course.â
Allerton realized the unwitting poor taste of his remark, and fell silent. Smailes asked casually, âEver been to Bletchley?â
âYes, Iâve seen some races there, but not during term time. Itâs a bit of a slog over there, when Newmarketâs so close.â
âMr. Bowles left a typed note. Does that seem unusual to you?â
âA note? I hadnât thought of that. Does it say why he did it?â
Smailes looked at the young man, but did not respond. A note seemed the first, most obvious thing to expect.
âNo, not at all. Simon had terrible, childish handwriting, and was very embarrassed by it. He used his typewriter for everything. Thatâs exactly what heâd do. What did the note say, officer? Canât you tell me?â
âIt said: âThey came back. I couldnât take it. Simon.ââ
Allerton looked stunned and passed a hand in front of his eyes. âMy God. It must have happened. I canât believe it,â he whispered. He gave Smailes a look of mute anguish.
âMr. Allerton, you began by saying that Simon Bowles did not kill himself. Why do you think that, and what do you think caused his death?â
âThat must have been it. He must have got frightened by something that recalled that awful time. I suppose thatâs why he did it. He used a belt, didnât he? From a plant hook? God, and we had just been there an hour or two before. Maybe if weâd gone back, after the bar, Simon would still beâ¦â
âHow did you know he had hanged himself with a belt? There has been no official report released.â
âOh, come on, officer. Itâs all around the college. The porters, the bedders, everyoneâs talking about it. You donât think⦠What are you trying to imply?â
âYou have not answered my question. You began by saying Simon Bowles did not kill himself. Now you seem to believe he did.â
âWell, I didnât know about the note, and I thought that he didnât seem in that frame of mind, that extreme frame of mind. But something must have been going on with him that I didnât know about, obviously. But look, Iâm serious. What do you mean by asking me how I know how he died? You donât meanâ¦I meanâ¦Jesus Christâ¦â
Allerton flushed a deep red and tears welled up in his eyes. He put his hand to the bridge of his nose and looked away. Smailes had to admit that if he was dissimulating, he was doing a bloody good job. But he did not counter Allertonâs protestations.
âWhere did you go, you and Miss Greenberg, after the bar? Did you go to bed together?â
Allertonâs sudden emotion spilled into anger. âLook, I donât like your tone, and I donât like what youâre saying, and if itâs just the same with you, Iâve had enough of this.â He began to rise from his seat.
âWell, did you?â
âNo, we bloody well did not, you dirty-mindedâ¦â He hesitated, as if unsure of the repercussions of swearing at a policeman. Smailes remained impassive.
âWe havenât been sleeping
Tawny Taylor, Tamryn Ward