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In a Town of 11 People, Mysterious Disappearance Turns Neighbor Against Neighbor
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Eight months after he disappeared, a missing person sign remains outside the Larrimah, Australia, home of Paddy Moriarty.CreditAdam Ferguson for The New York Times

By Jacqueline Williams

Aug. 11, 2018

LARRIMAH, Australia — Dusk was falling on the sweltering hot day of Dec. 16, 2017, when Paddy Moriarty went to the Pink Panther, the only hotel and bar in this tiny, dusty town, to end the day with his usual round of drinks.

He downed eight beers, typical for Mr. Moriarty, a laborer who spent most of his life in Australia’s rugged outback. Then he left for home with his dog by his side.

He was never seen again. Neither was his dog, a kelpie named Kellie.

Four days later, when the police arrived in Larrimah, a Northern Territory town of just 11 people, they entered Mr. Moriarty’s unlocked house to find a cowboy hat on a cooler box and a barbecue chicken still in the microwave.

The authorities suspect foul play and have been treating the case as a homicide, with every single person in Larrimah — all 11 of them — being probed for clues.
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Larrimah, in Australia’s Northern Territory, is home to just 11 people, nearly all of whom have been questioned by the police.CreditAdam Ferguson for The New York Times

Topping the list of potential suspects now — at least going by the questioning in a recent inquest involving the town’s residents — are a former Pink Panther bartender, who was one of the last people to see the missing man, and a gardener, with whom Mr. Moriarty had fought just days before his disappearance. Detectives have also questioned the owner of a roadside tea house, leading to morbid jokes about the filling in her meat pies.

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But with no clear evidence or even a motive for Mr. Moriarty’s disappearance, every one of Larrimah’s 11 residents is in one way or another part of the investigation — with each pointing a finger at a neighbor or two, while denying their own involvement in what has become the latest mystery to capture Australia’s imagination.

I went to Larrimah during a critical stage of the investigation to find out where the case might be heading, and what it’s like to live in a small town with murder on its mind.
An Outback Mystery

Larrimah is about the size of a city block and surrounded by head-high, impenetrable thick scrub.

Red dirt tracks are everywhere, and the main road through town has long been notorious for murders and mysterious disappearances, including a British backpacker who vanished 17 years ago. It’s a pit stop for exhausted tourists driving north to south, but it is also a place where Aboriginal Australians, even today, refuse to live because they say it is haunted.
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Barry Sharpe, publican of the Pink Panther Hotel, feeding his captive sugar gliders. Mr. Moriarty was last seen at the hotel’s bar.CreditAdam Ferguson for The New York Times

There are only two gathering places for residents and visitors, the Pink Panther and Fran’s Devonshire Tea House. I started with the former, a musty pub and hotel where Mr. Moriarty, 70, was last seen.

“Paddy used to be here nearly every day, I miss him so much,” said one of Mr. Moriarty’s closest friends, Barry Sharpe, 76, the publican of the Pink Panther.

Behind him, out a nearby window, I could see a sugar glider, a small possum, clinging to a cage.

Mr. Sharpe told me his passion is nurturing the exotic animals he keeps behind the bright pink hotel, which he has owned for almost 15 years.

The mix includes rare and exotic birds, snakes and a hulking saltwater crocodile named Sam, to whom some suspect Mr. Moriarty was fed after being murdered.
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One rumor in town has it that Mr. Moriarty was eaten by Sam, a saltwater crocodile owned by Mr Sharpe.CreditAdam Ferguson for The New York Times

All Mr. Sharpe said he knew about the disappearance was that his friend did not show up for “church,” a Sunday morning ritual in which residents gather in the Pink Panther’s front room to watch “Landline,” the nation’s premier rural affairs program. It was then that locals sounded the alarm.

A three-day search by foot, on four-wheel-drives and from the air ruled out death by misadventure. To date, the police have found no trace of Mr. Moriarty or his dog.

One of the last people to see Mr. Moriarty was Richard Simpson, the one-time bartender at the Pink Panther, who has a reputation for volatility.

“He was every day drunk before lunch,” Mr. Sharpe said of Mr. Simpson, his former employee. “Not only smashed, but not very pleasant.”

Mr. Simpson scoffed at similar accusations when asked about them during the coroner’s inquest, a public hearing in which witnesses are questioned in open court. Upon being told that some people in Larrimah thought he had something to do with the disappearance, Mr. Simpson declared them all “goddamn fools.”

Mr. Simpson instead suggested that the police should be looking elsewhere — down the main road at the Tea House.

The next day, that’s where I went.

“I’ve got no pies left,” a short woman with spiked blonde hair shrieked from the kitchen. A row of RVs lined up outside as patrons spilled out to buy tea and pies, despite online reviews warning of “rubbish food” and questionable prices.

The cook, Fran Hodgetts, 75, has long prided herself on her scones and meat pies. She often tells visitors they are famous around the world.
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The teahouse owned by Fran Hodgetts. Ms. Hodgetts and Mr. Moriarty were neighbors who often quarreled.CreditAdam Ferguson for The New York Times

Now, though, they are renowned for all the wrong reasons.

“I reckon he’s in the pie,” joked Robyn Duignan, a visitor from Victoria who had been following Mr. Moriarty’s case in the news media and stopped by to see if there had been any developments.

“He went through the mincer,” Ms. Duignan added from the Tea House’s garden, a yard scattered with old toys and signs trumpeting Ms. Hodgetts’s culinary expertise. (I tried the scones but not the meat pies: The New York Times cannot confirm their contents.)

Mr. Moriarty and Ms. Hodgetts were neighbors who often clashed, the police said. He lived directly across the main road from the Tea House, and several people in town said it had annoyed him when her customers parked on his property.

As payback, residents said, Mr. Moriarty routinely told them not to eat her food because nothing was homemade or fresh, adding that even his dog would not eat her pies.
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Bobby Roth and her husband Carl. Ms. Roth said she heard a resident threaten Mr. Moriarty.CreditAdam Ferguson for The New York Times

If Mr. Moriarty had enemies, he also had allies: Years ago, when Mr. Sharpe, the publican from the Pink Panther, decided his crocodile Sam was not enough of an attraction, he started selling his own meat pies. Mr. Moriarty advertised those pies in front of his house with a massive sign that read: “Larrimah Hotel Best Pies in Town.”

Ms. Hodgetts told investigators that Mr. Moriarty regularly taunted her. He often called her “the bush pig,” a name that caught on with some of her neighbors. Last year, it got serious enough for her to seek an order of protection, but a local court rejected her request.

She said she last saw Mr. Moriarty four days before he went missing, when she accused him of putting a dead kangaroo near her house.

That history of acrimony led some locals to tell the police she wanted him dead — an allegation she denies.
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Owen Laurie had an argument with Mr. Moriarty in the days before his disappearance.CreditAdam Ferguson for The New York Times

“Imagine me carrying a dog and a body, I mean come on,” Ms. Hodgetts said at the inquest in June. “I’ve had me septic done, me incinerators searched, me house done four times,” she added, referring to a police search of her property. “Nobody found anything.”
The Scene in Court

The testimony from Ms. Hodgetts, sitting on the stand in a tiny courtroom in the nearby town of Katherine, was part of an investigation by the Northern Territory coroner, a special magistrate assigned to determine the cause and manner of Mr. Moriarty’s death.

Local authorities said they are so reliant on the residents to solve the case that they held the inquest much earlier than they normally do in part because most of the residents are in their 70s and might not have years to wait.

The hearing, which I attended, included testimony from most of Larrimah’s residents. They all provided nervous answers to probing questions in a stuffy room filled with several dozen observers, including a few nosy tourists.
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Clothing still hangs from a line in Mr. Moriarty’s yard, months after he was last seen.CreditAdam Ferguson for The New York Times

Early on, the focus fell on Ms. Hodgetts. Bobby Roth, a Larrimah local of 19 years, who used to wash dishes at the Tea House, said the cafe owner didn’t like Mr. Moriarty.

“She used to say, ‘I’ll kill Paddy,’” Ms. Roth said at one point, breaking into tears.

But during her own testimony, Ms. Hodgetts ended up shifting attention to her gardener, Owen Laurie, 71, a tall, burly man who was known for keeping to himself, and for taking good care of the Tea House plants.

The questioning centered on an argument that he and Mr. Moriarty had about Kellie, Mr. Moriarty’s dog, three days before they disappeared.

That day, Kellie had been barking at the Tea House from a spot in the middle of the road. An argument between Mr. Moriarty and Mr. Laurie ensued, according to testimony, with Mr. Laurie shouting at Mr. Moriarty to shut the dog up “or I’ll shut it up for you.”

Ms. Hodgetts went a step further, telling the court that Mr. Laurie attempted to “jump the fence.”

“I told him ‘don’t do anything stupid,’” Ms. Hodgetts said.

Mr. Laurie admitted to having a bad temper, but he denied any involvement, turning the court’s attention back to where Mr. Moriarty was last seen: The Pink Panther.

Mr. Simpson no longer works at the pub. Mr. Sharpe said he was fired a week before the coroner’s inquest — a few days before I arrived to find his room there a mess of dirty clothes and empty beer cans.

He appeared to have moved on and has since been replaced by someone else, keeping Larrimah’s population steady at 11. It used to be 12.

Around the bar, patrons still talk about Mr. Moriarty’s disappearance.

“Church” on Sundays has resumed, but without the charm Mr. Moriarty used to bring to it. Because he had no family in Australia, the public trustee now controls his property. To keep an eye on anything that might look suspicious, his home has been fitted with security cameras, and it’s flanked by a large missing person sign.

It includes a picture of Mr. Moriarty, smiling, with a question many in town are still asking: “What happened to Paddy?”