A Room Full of Bones: A Ruth Galloway Investigation

about sixty, Nelson reckons, but still powerfully attractive. The sort of woman confident enough not to dye her hair. She’s distressed now, holding her handkerchief tightly in one hand, but still very much in control. ‘He seemed fine yesterday,’ she says. ‘He was full of the opening of the coffin, finding out that the skeleton was female. He was really intrigued.’
    Randolph, who is pouring himself a whisky, lets out a sudden laugh.
    ‘Isn’t it a bit early?’ his mother indicates the drink.
    ‘I’ve had a shock, Ma.’
    ‘We’ve all had a shock,’ snaps Caroline. She, too, looks very shaken. Her dark hair is pulled up in a bun which makes her look older but rather beautiful.
    ‘So Lord Smith didn’t seem unwell yesterday evening?’ says Nelson, sitting in a squashy armchair which seems about to digest him.
    ‘No. He was his usual self,’ says Romilly. ‘We had supper together and he told me all about the bishop’s coffin and how impressed he was with your colleague Dr Galloway, and he said goodnight about ten. He goes to bed early because he gets up so early. I stayed up to watch the news and
Newsnight
, then I went to bed. I was woken up at about eleven-thirty by Dan calling out …’ She stops.
    ‘He called out?’ Nelson prompts.
    Romilly Smith takes a deep breath, holding her handkerchief to her eyes. Caroline pats her arm rather ineffectually.
    ‘I heard him shout something. I went to his room and he seemed to be having the most dreadful nightmare. He was pouring with sweat and his eyes were open, but he didn’t seem to be able to see.’
    ‘Did he say anything? Anything that you could understand?’
    ‘He was ranting on about a coach and horses. Afterwards I realised what that meant. Dan had an Irish nanny when he was little. Niamh she was called. She sounds like a real ghoul but he was devoted to her. She told him about this black coach that’s meant to come for people when they’re dying. It’s pulled by six black horses and the coachman’s headless.’
    ‘It’s called the Coach-a-Bower,’ says Caroline. ‘The black coachman knocks three times on your door and whenyou open it he throws a bucket of blood in your face.’
    ‘I thought it was a banshee in the coach,’ says Randolph, still standing by the drinks trolley. ‘You heard her voice and you knew your time was up.’
    ‘So you know this story too?’ asks Nelson.
    ‘Dad used to tell it to us’ says Caroline. ‘At bedtime.’ Charming, thinks Nelson. Nothing like a banshee and a bucket of blood to make children sleep well. He’s glad that he was just a working-class dad who stuck to Winnie-the-Pooh.
    ‘So your husband was talking about this coach,’ says Nelson. ‘Was he delirious?’
    ‘I think so. He kept saying that the coach was coming for him and he kept talking about a snake.’
    ‘A snake?’
    ‘He said a snake was there on the bed with him. He said he could see its eyes. They’re burning, he kept saying.’
    ‘What did you do?’
    ‘I felt his forehead. He was boiling hot so I called the doctor. I tried to sponge Dan down, to get him to have some water, but he was beside himself, yelling and … and crying.’
    ‘What time was this?’
    ‘About midnight.’
    ‘Was anyone else in the house?’
    ‘I was out,’ says Randolph, sounding rather sheepish. ‘I arrived back at the same time as the doctor. I couldn’t believe the state Dad was in.’
    ‘You should have called me,’ sobs Caroline.
    ‘I’m sorry.’ Her mother touches her hand. ‘But we justdidn’t know how serious it was. Everything happened so quickly.’
    ‘What did the doctor say?’
    ‘He said that we should get Danforth to hospital. He was dehydrated and needed liquids intravenously. He called for an ambulance. They were very quick but Dan died on the way to hospital.’
    Just like Neil Topham, thinks Nelson. Another man in apparently good health one minute, dead the next. And he doesn’t like the mention of the snake. He doesn’t like it at all. A line from one of the letters comes back to him.
We will come for you. We will come for you in the Dreaming
.
    ‘Did they offer a cause of death?’ he asks. ‘I’m sorry if this is hard for you.’
    ‘Heart attack, the paramedics said, but someone at the hospital said it might have been a lung infection.’
    There’ll have to be an autopsy, thinks Nelson. Of course, Danforth Smith
could
have died of natural causes – heart attacks can happen to anyone – but two