was one of my cleaners for years. I found her honest, hard-working, quick-witted and reliable. She had a short and tragic marriage, nursing a dying man who left her in rented accommodation and badly provided for. Before he died, he asked me to find some way of helping Vera get to college. My husband and I have a big house on the far side of the Avenue, not far from where you were brought up. Our housekeeper is an old friend but getting on in years, so I asked Vera if sheâd like to move in with us and help out. She and her sonââ
âAh. I thought you were going to miss him out.â So he knew Vera had a child?
âIt would be hard to miss him out. Vera and Mikey have a flat at the top of the house, and theyâre, well, family. Veraâs a great girl whoâs pulled herself up by her bootstraps. Heâs an imp, a mathematical genius. Veraâs now putting herself through college, part-time. A business course.â
His tone was polite but distant. âIâm glad to hear sheâs making something of herself at last. A business course? Splendid.â
Ellie set her teeth at his condescending tone. âTwelve years after she was supposed to start, yes.â
He got the point all right. He put the empty mugs on the tray. âAnother cup?â And removed himself. To think?
Ellie followed him into a sparklingly clean kitchen. A frozen meal for one was defrosting on the side, next to a coffee-making machine. A glazed back door gave a glimpse of a whirligig clothes drier, festooned with white shirts, in the middle of a neat lawn. âYou knew sheâd had a son?â
âIâd heard.â His hands were busy. He was making himself a coffee. His brain was probably working overtime.
Ellie said, âCan you bear to talk about what happened?â
âI regret. No.â
âFor old timesâ sake?â
For a moment he allowed her to see his pain. âAfter what she did to me?â
âOr was done to her.â
He frowned, not understanding. Didnât he know what had happened in the garden that night?
He made a visible effort to control himself. âMrs Quicke, I really canât help you. The police at the time couldnât find the person who killed my father. You say thereâs new evidence which incriminates Vera? I thought sheâd left long before my father returned home, but I canât give her an alibi for that evening. You must look elsewhere.â
He finished making his coffee and poured it out before exclaiming, âNow look what Iâve done!â He took a step back. âI never drink coffee after four in the afternoon.â
âYou feel the need for it?â
He pushed the cup away. âNo, I donât. Mrs Quicke, whatâs going on? Why, after all these years â¦? So much pain.â He tried to laugh. âMy mother will go spare if itâs all raked up again.â
Was he trying to distract her by mentioning his mother? Well, Ellie thought, she should make use of the opening heâd given her. âTell me about her.â
She thought heâd refuse at first, but heâd been jolted off balance. Leaning against the kitchen cupboard and looking out on to the garden, he said, âMy mother. Well, sheâs a fragile-looking, self-centred little person with a will of iron. She canât understand why anyone should upset her by opposing her wishes.â
A deliberately cool tone. He loved his mother, yes. But there was a good deal of frustration mixed with the love. And pain? Yes, pain.
He said, âMy father indulged her, avoided doing anything to upset her. âTake care of your mother, now; sheâs having a bad day.â That sort of thing. She felt sheâd married beneath her. Sheâd brought money into the family, you see, and was sister to a baronet who didnât even bother to use his title. Sheâd hoped that young Dr McKenzie would end up in Harley Street, but he