Thora spun around slowly on the shiny parquet floor of the huge living room. It was decorated in the smartest of minimalist styles. The few pieces of furniture in it had certainly cost a fortune. Two large, elegant black leather couches were arranged in the middle of the room, considerably lower than the sofas Thora was accustomed to. She yearned to sit down on one but did not want to imply to Matthew that this was all new to her. Between the two sofas was an even lower coffee table that looked to Thora as if it had no legsthe surface almost seemed to be resting on the floor. She tore her eyes away from the furniture and gazed along the walls. Apart from a flat screen in the center of one, all the works of art displayed there looked ancient. A number of old objects had been arranged too, including a clumsy wooden chair that Thora took to be a replica rather than an original. She wondered whether Harald had taken an active role in the look of the room himself or an interior designer had arranged everything. Such a hybrid of old and new gave the area a very unusual and personal character.
"How do you like it?" asked Matthew casually. His tone suggested that he, unlike Thora, was accustomed to wealth.
"It really is a very smart place," she answered, walking over to one of the white walls to examine a framed copperplate etching that looked very old. She noticed the theme and stepped back at once. "What in God's name is that?" The copperplate was action-packed and it must have been an enormous effort for the artist to fit all the people into the scene. There were about twenty characters in this pale picture, mainly males, deftly arranged in pairs with one torturing the other or punishing him in some way.
Matthew went over to her and looked at the picture. "Oh, that." With a slight grimace he continued: "This is a picture that Harald inherited from his grandfather. It's German and depicts the situation there in sixteen hundred and something when the religious wars were at their height." Matthew turned away from the picture. "What makes it unique is that it is contemporary. In other words, it's not a later interpretation of the situation. Those works are often less realistic, more exaggerated. Although they may be a little stylized."
"More exaggerated?" Thora exclaimed. What could be more exaggerated than this?
"Well, sort of." Matthew shrugged. "Through my work for the Guntliebs I've found out a little about this period and, believe me, it's far from the most disgusting piece in their collection." He smiled wryly. "You could almost put this in a child's room compared with some of the other ones."
"My daughter's got a picture of Minnie Mouse on her wall," said Thora, moving on to the next picture. "You can rest assured a picture like that would never go on her wall, nor any other in my home."
"No, it's not for everyone," Matthew answered, following Thora to a picture of a man being tortured on a rack in front of men dressed in cowls. The men sat hunched together, intently watching two executioners who seemed to be using all their strength to turn the wheels of the rack. Presumably the idea was to stretch the victim's limbs to increase his suffering. Matthew pointed at the center of the work. "This one shows torture by the Inquisition and it's also from Germany. They put great effort into extracting confessions, as you can see." He looked at Thora. "I'm sure it's interesting for you as a lawyer to understand the roots of torture because in Europe it can be traced back to lawin the broadest sense, that is."
Thora prepared for yet another insult to her professionshe had been forced to put up with them ever since she embarked upon her legal degree. "Of course, we lawyers are responsible for all this."
"No, joking aside," replied Matthew. "In the Middle Ages, prosecutions were brought by individuals. Anyone who thought he had been the victim of wrongdoing or criminal conduct had to bring charges himself and prosecute the case. The trials were a joke really. If the accused did not just confess to the court or there was no clear proof of his guilt, it was left to God to decide. Accused people were made to undergo ordeals, walk over burning embers, being thrown into water in a sack, and so on. If their injuries healed after a certain time, or if they sank in the water, they were deemed innocent. Then the accuser was in trouble, because he would face trial. Understandably, people were reluctant to bring charges against others because of the risk that the case would turn against them."
Matthew pointed at the man on the rack. "Eventually that approach was replaced by this system when the authorities and the Church realized there had been a huge increase in secular and religious crimes because the courts were impotent. To cut crime they had to resort to Roman law, which had a different arrangement for bringing charges and prosecuting them. This was based on investigation, which is where the Inquisition comes from. Where the Church led, the secular courts followed, and in this new system the victim no longer needed to bring charges or prosecute the case." Matthew smiled triumphantly. "Ergolawyers."
Thora smiled back. "It's a bit rich to blame lawyers for all this misery." It was her turn to point to the anguished man on the rack. "Excuse me, but I don't quite see the connection between investigation and torture."
"No," said Matthew. "Unfortunately there was a flaw in the new arrangement. In order to find someone guilty, either two witnesses or a confession was needed. Some crimes, such as blasphemy, aren't necessarily witnessed, so everything depended on confessions. Judges needed them, and they could be obtained by torture. That was deemed to be an investigation."
"Disgusting," declared Thora, turning away from the picture to face Matthew. "How do you know all this?"
"Harald's grandfather was a mine of information about this period and a passionate raconteur. His accounts were great fun to listen to, but I have only a very superficial knowledge of this compared with him."
"Well, well," Thora said. "Have you seen all these pictures before?"
Matthew looked along the wall. "Most of them, as far as I can see. Actually these are only a fraction of the pictures and other items in the collection. Harald obviously only brought part of it with him. His grandfather spent much of his life collecting it all. And who knows how much money he spent on it. I would imagine it's the most remarkable collection in the world dedicated to torture and executions through the ages. One part is an almost complete set of the different editions of Malleus Maleficarum."
Thora looked around the room. "Was the collection just hanging on the living room walls?"
"No, are you mad?" replied Matthew. "The books and other documents, letters and such, are stored in a bank vault because they are so valuable. And there are two special halls in the Guntlieb home housing the part of the collection that's on exhibit. I don't expect they were particularly upset at losing some of the works. Most of the family hated them; Harald's mother, for example, could never be persuaded to go in there. Harald was the only descendant who shared his grandfather's interest. That was surely the reason his grandfather bequeathed the collection to him."
"So Harald could transport it from one country to another as he pleased?" asked Thora.
Matthew smiled. "I imagine they would have gladly let him take it even if he hadn't inherited it. I think Harald's parents were simply relieved to get rid of even a small part of it from their household."
Thora nodded. "Is this chair from the collection?" She pointed to the old wooden chair positioned in a corner of the room.
"Yes," said Matthew. "That's a ducking stool. It's an example of using torture as a punishment, which is quite different from using it in an inquisition. It's from Britain."
Thora walked over to the ducking stool and ran her fingers across the carvings on its back. She could not read the inscription; the letters had faded badly and she was not familiar with the script anyway. There was a large hole in the middle of the seat and on its arms were rows of twisted and shriveled leather straps that were obviously designed to tie down the arms of the occupant.
"The hole was to let water through so that the seat would sink until the victim was submerged. It was designed as a humiliation but sometimes the person in the stool would drown if the duckers weren't careful."
"I'm glad I wasn't around in those days," Thora said, letting go of the stool. She generally found it difficult to hold her tongue when she felt strongly about something, so she would have been a prime candidate.
"These are actually some of the milder instruments in the collection," said Matthew. "The originality of some of the inventions defies belief. Pain seems to give the imagination free rein."
"Actually, I'd like to leave this cozy little room. Shouldn't we keep going?"
Matthew agreed. "Come on, I'll show you the other rooms. None of them are much better, but the kitchen is free of all this. Let's start there."
They moved to the kitchen, which led off the hallway. Although not particularly big, it was impressive, fully equipped with the latest gadgetry. Racks of wine bottles were spread along the fitted shelves. Thora began to doubt that Matthew knew much about "ordinary people." If this was yang, her kitchen was yin. There was a large gas stove with a tall steel ventilation hood overhead, a dishwasher, a cafeteria-standard sink, a wine cooler, and a huge double refrigerator. Thora went up to it. "I've always wanted to make my ice cubes in one of these."
"So why don't you get one?" Matthew asked.
Thora turned to face him. "For the same reason I haven't bought other expensive things I fancy. I can't afford them. Difficult as it may be for you to imagine, some households are a bit short of cash."
Matthew shrugged. "A fridge isn't exactly a luxury."
Thora did not bother to reply. She went to the cupboards and looked inside. In one of the lower ones was a set of steel pots with glass lids that were so clean she doubted they had ever been used. "It doesn't look like Harald did much cooking, even though he had this amazing kitchen," she said, closing the door. She stood up straight.
"No. Knowing him he was probably more one to buy ready meals or dine out."
"His credit card statement gave that impression." She looked all around but saw nothing that could provide further clues. Even the refrigerator door was blankno magnet and therefore no notes hanging from it. Her refrigerator door was used as a kind of information center for the home. She could hardly remember what color it was; it was covered with timetables, birthday invitations, and other memory joggers. "Shouldn't we look at the rest?" Thora asked. "I doubt we'll find anything here to move us forward."
"Not unless someone killed him for his fridge," said Matthew, adding teasingly: "Where were you on the night of the murder?"
Thora made do with a wry smile. "There were a few small transactions in a pet shop on his credit card statementdid Harald keep any pets?"
Matthew shook his head in surprise. "No, there was no animal here nor any signs of one."
"My first thought was that he'd been buying something for a pet." Thora looked in the kitchen cupboards for cat food or the like. Nothing.
"Call the shop," Matthew said. "Maybe they'll remember himwho knows?"
Thora did just that. She found the number of the store, dialed, talked to the assistant there, and hung up. "Weird," she said. "They remembered him and said he came in to buy a hamster on several occasions. Are you sure there wasn't a hamster's cage here?"
"Positive," answered Matthew.
"Strange," said Thora. "The lad I talked to said Harald tried to buy a raven from them too."
"A raven?" said Matthew, shocked. "Why?"
"He had no idea. They don't sell ravens so they didn't go into the reason. He just thought it was odd, which is why he remembered him."
"I wouldn't be surprised if he saw a bird like that as a kind of status symbol in all this magical mumbo jumbo," said Matthew.
"Maybe," Thora said. "But surely not a hamster."
They left the kitchen and walked down a corridor where the other rooms were. Matthew opened the bathroom door and Thora popped her head insideit did not seem to hide any secrets. Like the kitchen it was very modern and stylish, but not particularly interesting in other respects. They went to Harald's bedroom, which turned out to be fascinating.
"Has anyone cleaned up here or did he always keep it so tidy?" Thora asked, pointing to the neatly made bed. It was unusually low, just like the sofas in the living room.
Matthew sat down on the edge of the bed. His knees almost touched his chin. He rearranged his legs and stretched them out in front of him. "He had a cleaning lady who cleaned everything up the weekend he was murdered, which didn't please the police much. Of course at that time she knew nothing about the murder, any more than anyone else. She just turned up at the appointed time and tidied up. I talked to her and she spoke well of Harald. But she did say there weren't many women where she worked who wanted to take on this apartment."
"I wonder why?" said Thora sarcastically, indicating the pictures on the walls. They were all in the same vein as those in the living room, but these mainly depicted female torture, punishment, or execution. Most of the women were naked from the waist up, some completely naked. "This is just like any normal man's room."
"You think so? Maybe you've been associating with the wrong type of person," answered Matthew, a smile darting across his face.
"I was joking, actually," said Thora. "Naturally I've never been in a bedroom with this kind of decor." She walked over to a large flat-screen television that was fixed to the wall facing the bed. "I shudder to think what he had in this," she said, bending down to the DVD player on a low chest of drawers beneath it. She turned on the player and pressed the eject button, but the disk holder came out empty.
"I removed the disk," said Matthew, observing her movements from the bed.
"What was he watching?" Thora asked, turning to him.
"The Lion King," said Matthew, his expression not changing. "Come on, I'll show you the study. That's the most likely place to find something to help us."
Thora stood up and followed. But she decided to make a slight detour to look at Harald's bedside table. She opened the single drawer and was greeted by a heap of jars and tubes of cream, which had clearly been used for certain personal activities, and a half-full packet of condoms. So there are women who don't mind the wall decorations, thought Thora. She closed the drawer and hurried after Matthew.