Valley of the Shadow (Cornish Mystery 3) (Cornish Mysteries) - Softcover

Carola Dunn

Softcover

ISBN 10: 1780336500 ISBN 13: 9781780336503

Publisher: C & R Crime, 2013

Synopsis

A cryptic message spurs Eleanor on a frantic search for a refugee's missing family.While walking her dog with friends, Eleanor rescues a young half-drowned Asian man out the water.Delerious and concussed, he talks about his family being trapped in a cave. While the young man, unconscious by this stage, is whisked away to a hospital, a desperate effort is mounted to find the family of which he spoke.The local police inspector presumes they are refugees from East Africa, abandoned by the traffickers who brought them in, so while the countryside is being scoured for the family, Eleanor herself descends into a dangerous den of smugglers in a desperate search to find the man responsible while there is still time.

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CAROLA DUNN is the author of numerous books, including Manna from Hades and A Colourful Death, the two previous books featuring Eleanor Trewynnm. Born and raised in England, she lives in Eugene, Oregon.

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ONE
 
 
“Yip?” said Teazle hopefully.
“You’re not supposed to beg at table,” Eleanor reminded her.
The Westie’s ears flattened and she subsided to the floor, but her nose and her short white tail continued to quiver.
“Oh, all right.” Leaving the last bite of chipolata sausage on the side of her plate, Eleanor finished the salad.
As she put her plate and coffee mug in the kitchen sink, just a step away, she glanced out of the open window. Though the schools’ autumn term was well under way, plenty of tourists unencumbered by children still came to Cornwall. After yesterday’s drizzle, today they were being rewarded with a day as bright and warm as summer. Even the usual cool sea breeze had stilled.
On the other side of the narrow street, a couple were coming out of the bakery, which stayed open at lunchtime till the end of September. The man carried a brown paper bag with twisted corners. He opened it and sniffed, whereupon the woman took it from him and firmly rolled the top. Hot pasties, Eleanor guessed. The couple turned down the hill, no doubt making for one of the benches overlooking the harbour.
“Wuff,” Teazle reminded her.
She transferred the piece of sausage to the dog bowl. As she straightened after putting the bowl on the floor, the phone rang. A few steps took her across the sitting room to her desk by the window at the back of the cottage. She picked up the receiver and gave her number.
“Aunt Nell, it’s Megan. It’s such a gorgeous day, if you’re taking Teazle for a walk, I’d like to join you. I didn’t get to bed till three—we just wrapped up a big burglary case—and if I don’t get out, I’ll doze all afternoon and not sleep tonight.”
“Of course, dear. Shall I drive over to Launceston and pick you up?”
“No, that’s all right. You won’t believe this, but the DI has not only given me the afternoon off, he’s said I can take a CaRaDoC car—plain, not a panda—in case he has to call me back unexpectedly.”
“Mr. Scumble?” Eleanor, though in general inclined to believe the best of people, had clashed more than once with the detective inspector and mistrusted his apparent benevolence. “Are you sure you didn’t misunderstand him?”
“I’m sure. He said I looked peaky.”
“That sounds more like him, managing to combine an insult with a favour. Are you not feeling well, dear?”
“I’m fine, just a bit tired. We’ve been working long hours for a couple of weeks. I’ll be over in about an hour, if that’s all right.”
“Why don’t you meet us at Rocky Valley? Nick wants to do some sketching and photographing there, and I promised to take him this afternoon. It’s a lovely place to walk.”
“Nick Gresham? I don’t know if I—”
“Don’t be silly, Megan. It’s months since he was arrested and he doesn’t hold it against you. He’s my next-door neighbour, you can’t avoid him forever.”
“I’ve managed pretty well so far! It’s very embarrassing when you’ve had to question someone about his ... personal life. Oh, all right, I’ll be there. It’s between Tintagel and Boscastle, isn’t it?”
“Yes, dear. There’s a lay-by on the east side of the coast road. Or it might be the south side at that point, come to think of it. Never mind—It’s just on a sharp bend, and there’s a footpath sign on the sea side. We’ll see you in an hour or so.”
Eleanor was glad Megan had agreed to come but disappointed by her reluctance. She was very fond of Nick and her niece. They were both about thirty, the perfect age for settling down, and both free of romantic entanglements. What could be more natural than that they should become fond of each other? Unfortunately, the artist and the detective sergeant rarely saw eye to eye. Eleanor sighed.
Teazle, having heard the magic word “walk,” was waiting impatiently by the door. Now she cocked her head, whining. Eleanor heard footsteps running up the stairs, followed by a knock.
“Come in,” she called.
The door opened. “Ouch!” said Nick as Teazle’s back paws danced on her bare, sandalled feet. “Down, girl.” She rolled over on her back and he crouched to pet her tummy, his long brown ponytail flopping over his shoulder. The sleeves of his blue shirt were rolled up above the elbow. The shirt was spotless, but a splotch of turquoise paint on his arm had eluded him. “Ready to go, Eleanor? Shall I go and get the Incorruptible?”
“Yes, dear, would you?” Eleanor’s pea-green Morris Minor (named after Robespierre, the “sea-green Incorruptible”) lived at the bottom of the hill, in a shed she rented on the only flat piece of ground in Port Mabyn. The one and only street was too narrow for parking. “The keys are on the hook—oh, no, they’re not. In my handbag? No, they must be in a pocket. What was I wearing last time I took the car out?”
Nick grinned. “I don’t know, but it hasn’t been this warm and dry for a couple of weeks, so try your coat pockets.”
“Aren’t you taking a mac? The sun may be shining now, but it is September, after all, and you never can tell.”
“My anorak’s in my satchel.”
“Here are the keys. But there’s no hurry. Megan’s going to meet us there in about an hour.”
He raised his eyebrows. “Detective Sergeant Pencarrow intends to grace us with her presence? I was under the impression that I’m out of favour. You did tell her I’ll be there, didn’t you, Eleanor?”
“Of course. It’s not that she dislikes you, Nick.”
“She just disapproves.” He laughed. “Well, I like your niece, but not enough to be shorn like a copper. As for keeping my clothes and my person paint-free, it’s just not possible. If it’s all right with you, I’d like to get going. I want to reach the inlet while the sun’s still high. You could let me out and go begging in Bossiney or Boscastle till it’s time to meet Megan.”
“Requesting donations for LonStar is not begging,” Eleanor said severely. The London Committee to Save the Starving had employed her for decades as a roving ambassador, travelling all over the world. After retiring to Cornwall, she had dedicated her ground floor to a charity shop and now spent much of her time travelling the countryside, picking up donated goods to sell. “As a matter of fact, I did miss a couple of farms last time I was up that way. I’ll change my shoes while you fetch the car.”
Nick departed, his long legs making short work of the stairs.
The Incorruptible’s aged engine did not make short work of the hill out of Port Mabyn. It groaned upward, past the newsagent’s and Chin’s Chinese, the Trelawny Arms and the minisupermarket, then between hedge-banks bright with ragwort and garlanded with red and orange bryony berries and the white fluff of old-man’s beard. This stretch of coast was all cliffs, two or three hundred feet high. The lanes wound about some distance inland, so that for the most part the sea was invisible.
Directed by Eleanor, who knew the maze of lanes like the back of her hand, Nick left the B road and drove through tiny hamlets, Bothiwick, Trewarmett, then cut across country to avoid Tintagel, where the street was often a tourist traffic jam. At one point, a stretch of higher, open land allowed occasional glimpses of a dark blue line of sea meeting the pale blue of the sky on the far horizon.
Beyond the small village of Bossiney, the road wiggled through a patch of woodland. The dark green footpath sign was easy to miss, but Nick spotted it. They pulled over and he got out. Teazle was about to jump out after him, but as she scrabbled over the gear lever from the backseat, Eleanor grabbed the end of the lead. Not that there was much traffic, but cars tended to come much too fast round the blind corner.
“She can come with me,” Nick offered. “There’s not much mischief she can get into, and you won’t be long, will you?”
Eleanor checked her watch. “About half an hour. All right. You behave yourself, Teazle.” She handed over the lead to Nick and told him, “Don’t let her off till you’re away from the road.” She went round to the driver’s seat and drove on.
The first farm she called at offered a couple of old wooden cart wheels with iron rims. The farmer’s wife said her husband had found them at the back of the hayloft in the barn. She couldn’t imagine why or when someone had lugged them up there. “I’ve seen such set up roundabout furriners’ houses,” she said, “so I thought you might be able to sell ’em. They’re no earthly use to us.”
“Lovely,” said Eleanor. “People like to make garden fences with them. We get a good price once they’re cleaned up and polished.” Jocelyn, the vicar’s wife who ran the shop, could be counted on to turn the battered, grimy wheels into decorative “antiques.”
They wouldn’t fit in the boot. The farmer had to be called to manoeuvre them into the backseat. As she hurried—insofar as the car was capable of hurrying—back towards Rocky Valley, Eleanor pictured Teazle sitting in among the spokes on the way home and she laughed.
She parked in the lay-by opposite the footpath, no more than a gravelled widening of the road. A moment later, a dark grey plainclothes police Mini stopped nose to nose with the Incorruptible.
“Nick decided not to come?” Did Megan soun...

About this edition

• Publisher: C & R Crime
• Publication date: 2013
• ISBN 10: 1780336500
• ISBN 13: 9781780336503
• Binding: Paperback
• Number of pages: 320