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A Room Full of Bones: A Ruth Galloway Investigation

A Room Full of Bones: A Ruth Galloway Investigation

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Autoren: Elly Griffiths
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looking up the statue. ‘But Julian’s name and her writing live on today. That’s more than can be said for most bishops.’
    They enter through the visitor’s entrance, modern smoked glass fused onto ancient stone. Automatic doors glide open at their approach, and in the lobby interactive displays wink and hum. Ruth is surprised to see men busily erecting scaffolding outside.
    ‘They’re filming,’ explains Janet. ‘Lots of films are set in the cathedral.’
    ‘It’s all very commercial,’ says Ruth disapprovingly. She may be an atheist but she likes her churches traditional.
    ‘Wait till you get inside.’
    Ruth ignores a sign asking for donations and follows Janet into the cathedral. At first she is simply struck by the height and space. The cathedral resembles the monastery it once was, long and narrow with a high gothic roof, stone pillars branching out like great trees. The air is cold and smells of candle wax. The stone floor is uneven, and with a slight jolt Ruth realises that she is walking over gravestones. ‘Dearly beloved … Here lies … Rector of this parish … Beloved father …’ A phrase from Ruth’s churchgoing days comes back to her: Vanity of vanities, all is vanity.
    The high altar is at the back of the church, flanked by pillars, but around the outside there is a sort of pathway, like an arched cloister. Ruth follows Janet past tombs and statues, tiers of candles glittering with wax. Crusaders lie in stone splendour, gruesome crucifixes run with blood, the occasional piece of modern artwork looks small and rather sad. You need centuries to achieve gravitas.
    ‘Here’s Augustine,’ says Janet.
    Bishop Augustine’s statue is in a shadowy corner, placed on a plinth so high that Ruth has to tilt her head back. It shows a figure in flowing robes with a mitre on its head, holding a crosier. It looks like hundreds of other such statues and reminds Ruth of visiting Rome with Shona – the cool of the churches after the heat of theday, the myriad stone effigies of saints, their names and deeds forgotten.
    ‘Look at the feet,’ says Janet.
    Ruth looks. In contrast to his formal clothes, the Bishop is barefoot and from under his big toe peeps the head of a snake.
    ‘It’s hardly a great serpent,’ says Ruth. ‘Looks like a grass snake.’
    ‘He’d subdued it,’ says Janet. ‘Evil has been defeated. He was a great saint.’
    Ruth squints up at the statue’s face. It’s rather beautiful, certainly, but she supposes that all such images are idealised. Shoulder-length curly hair flows from under the ceremonial headgear.
    ‘He could be a woman,’ she says.
    ‘The hair doesn’t prove anything,’ says Janet. ‘Look at all that fuss about St John in
The Last Supper
, people saying that he must be a woman because he’s so beautiful with such long flowing hair. Da Vinci just liked painting beautiful men.’
    Ruth thinks about
The Da Vinci Code
which, reluctantly, she rather enjoyed. Is there a clue here? Is there something she’s missing? Something about a coffin, a snake and a shoe. About an anchoress and a bishop, a man who could be in two places at once. She walks on, deep in thought. A minute or so later Janet calls her back. She is standing by what appears to be a side chapel, a small altar surrounded by a few pews. Stained-glass windows turn the stones blue and green and gold.
    Janet is pointing up at one of the windows.
    ‘Look. There’s Julian again.’
    Ruth looks, and sees in the coloured glass a woman in nun’s habit, covered by a rather grand red cloak. But what makes her look twice is the creature at Julian’s feet.
    ‘It’s a cat!’ she says in delight.
    ‘Oh yes,’ says Janet. ‘I’d never noticed that before.’
    But Ruth feels a new kinship with the fourteenth-century holy woman. Because Julian undoubtedly had a cat. A large ginger cat, just like Flint. Ruth is sure that Julian’s pet must have been important to her, because otherwise why go to the trouble of depicting it in yellow and orange glass? There can’t be very much wrong with anyone who loves their cat that much.
    She is about to speak when her phone rings. Janet smiles but Ruth is extremely embarrassed.
    It’s Cathbad. This is getting to be a habit.
    ‘Ruth, can you come? I’ve been arrested.’
    ‘Do I need my solicitor?’
    ‘Shut up, Cathbad. This is serious.’
    Cathbad arranges his face in a serious expression. Judy glares at him. They are in Interview Room 1, the bigger of

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