them the more difficult it became for them to understand. It was as if the fact of knowing another human being well threw a mantle of goodness over them.
Detective Constable Crosby was apparently not troubled by thoughts of any kind. âNice place theyâve got here, havenât they?â he said generally.
Cecelia Allsworthy nodded. âItâs early eighteenth century.â The Manor House was older by a hundred years and more. âThe parson lived in style then and had a big family into the bargain.â
âYour friends been here long, then?â asked the constable, looking round at the furnishings.
She frowned. âLucyâs father bought it just after his firm got the Palshaw Tunnel contract. Thatâs about three or four years ago now. Heâd been wanting to move at the time away from Calleford and this happened to be on the market.â
âMr. Durmast would have wanted to be near the workings anyway, I suppose,â said Sloan.
âHe used to sayââshe smiled gravelyââthat if he lived somewhere on the far side of the river he would have a vested interest in getting the tunnel finished on time, and it was.â
Sloan reciprocated her smile with a quick one of his own and, terrierlike, came back to the point. âWeâre not getting a lot of cooperation from Miss Durmast,â he said.
âSheâs got a mind of her own,â said Cecelia Allsworthy. âI know sheâs been a bitâwell, caught upâwith looking after her father and all that, but it doesnât mean she canât think for herself.â
âWe wouldnât know about that, madam, because so far she hasnât seen fit to tell us anything.â
âNor me,â said Cecelia almost cheerfully, âbut you can take it from me that sheâs not silly.â
âIt wasnât a silly murder,â said Sloan solemnly. âKenneth Carline might easily have hit another car and his death been taken for a road traffic accident.â
âI would have said,â responded the young woman with spirit, âthat whatever action Lucy takes she knows what sheâs doing. You can count on that.â
âYou werenât here the day Kenneth Carline came to lunch,â said Sloan.
âOh yes, I was,â said Cecelia Allsworthy unexpectedly. âIâd come over for morning coffee after Iâd got the twins readyâit was too cold for a long walk and Lucyâs kitchen isâwasâalways lovely and warm. Theyâve got one of those big ranges that never goes outâunless you want it to, of course. Come through and see.â
Nothing loath, the two policemen trooped after her into the kitchen.
Cecelia put her hand on the kitchen range. âItâs cold now, of course.â
âOf course, madam,â said Sloan.
âI let it out when ⦠after â¦â For the first time her voice faltered.
âQuite right, madam.â It was the mundane aspects of crime that were sometimes as harrowing as the violent.
A dead stove and a dead man.
Both were stone cold now.
âI used to come over most mornings then,â said Cecelia more matter-of-factly, âto see Lucy and have a chat. I didnât have an au pair girl in those days so I couldnât get back to work anyway. Besides, the twins were younger. If,â she said with an attempt at lightness, âyou measure the time between an arrest and a trial it comes to about an inch of baby.â
âYes, madam, Iâm sure.â He cleared his throat. âThat morning â¦â
âI told the other inspector all about that morning â¦â
Sloan explained what had happened to Inspector Porritt.
Mrs. Allsworthy came from a background where injuries to policemen were not considered a good thing. âIâm sorry,â she said simply. âWell, it was all quite unexpected. I swear that Lucy didnât know Kenneth was coming