The Body at the Tower - By Y. S. Lee Page 0,92

possibly because the initial sum Wick demanded was manageable, and because his own debts seemed increasingly urgent. But as Wick’s demands got larger – by the end, Harkness was paying him ten pounds a week – Harkness became increasingly desperate. Keenan’s black-market income was no longer enough to justify paying off Wick, yet he couldn’t extricate himself without getting caught.

“Wick demanded a meeting with Harkness, after dark, in the belfry. It’s a sign of how deeply enmeshed Harkness felt that he agreed to meet Wick at all. But he did. That night, Wick proposed going to Mrs Harkness and forcing her to find the money. He also threatened to force her to have sexual relations with him, as a form of payment.”

“This is Harkness’s own account?” asked Felicity.

“Yes. Wick may have wanted only to frighten Harkness, but he went too far: Harkness was incensed, they fought, and, as everyone knows, Wick went over the edge. It’s still unclear whether he fell or was pushed.

“The week following Wick’s death, Harkness paid Keenan one final blackmail instalment. Their arrangement seems to have been for Keenan to take the money himself from Harkness’s desk; at least, I saw Keenan enter the site after hours last Monday night. But that week, the First Commissioner declared his intention to conduct a safety review of the building site. Harkness must have known, at that point, that he was caught. Any competent safety review would reveal the short cuts he’d taken, the low building standards he’d accepted, in order to set aside more raw materials for Keenan to steal. James Easton’s review also uncovered his highly dubious accounting practices.”

“James Easton again,” murmured Felicity. “What an interesting young man.”

Mary had no idea how to respond to this, except by ignoring it. “With his professional integrity and personal reputation destroyed, Harkness believed his only choice was suicide. He decided if possible to take Keenan with him. So he lured Keenan to the belfry for an after-hours meeting.

“Keenan seems to have been close to Wick, and Harkness taunted him with the details of Wick’s death. He successfully goaded Keenan into attacking him. And he might also have succeeded in dragging Keenan over the ledge with him, except that Mr Easton caught them – caught Keenan, at any rate, and dragged him back to safety.” Mary swallowed. She could still hear that scream echoing in her ears. “Keenan deliberately let go of Harkness.”

After an pause, Anne asked, “How did you and Mr Easton manage the arrest of Keenan? You can’t have had time to send for help.”

“That was a lucky accident,” said Mary slowly. “I ran into Jenkins on Sunday afternoon, after Reid went missing. I asked Jenkins to check whether Reid had disappeared of his own accord. He had: Reid paid for Jenkins’s lodgings, and on the evening he disappeared, settled with the landlord for the next two months. When Jenkins came to site, as I’d told him to, a couple of policemen patrolling the area saw a boy run into the building site after hours, gave chase, and ended up catching Keenan on his way down the tower stairs.”

“Quite ridiculously fortuitous,” smiled Felicity.

Mary smiled, for the first time since entering the Agency. “Mr Easton’s coachman was also on the scene and realized that things had become violent. He was ahead of Jenkins and the policemen by a storey or two, and I believe he was able to lend a hand.” She released a long, slow breath. “I think those are the most important points…” She was suddenly unspeakably weary. Her eyelids were leaden. Her muscles ached and burned. A thick patch of dry blood on her chin stretched and stung each time she spoke. And an angry red crease along her throat, like a noose, was a stinging reminder of those terrifying minutes she’d hung suspended from Keenan’s grip.

Anne nodded briskly. “There are a few loose ends, of course, but I expect we’ll be able to tie those up tomorrow before we meet with the Commissioner. By the by, his assessment of Harkness as ‘reliable’ couldn’t have been further off the mark.” She turned to Felicity. “D’you think the Commissioner was testing us?”

Felicity blinked, surprised at the question. “I – I wouldn’t have thought so.”

“Mmm.” Anne’s jaw took on an obstinate angle. “We’ll have to find out. There’s just too much we don’t know about him. About this case, overall.”

Felicity’s mouth was stubborn. “We’ll discuss this further, of course.” She turned back to Mary. “There’s just one more thing.”

Mary