IT WAS A PLEASANT DRIVE up to Suffolk. The Goddards’ home, Latimer Court, was north of Ipswich and as traffic was surprisingly light he made good time until he tried to find the house itself. Latimer Court wasn’t on a main road, and even though he had rung Charles Goddard and obtained directions, these had turned out to be totally confusing. So it was early evening before he finally noticed the sign for the house. Obscured by a privet hedge badly in need of a trim, it was only when a timely breeze raised the obscuring foliage that the worn lettering ‘Latimer Court’ was revealed, and he realised he had already passed the place three times.
He turned the car left and edged gingerly up a drive cratered with potholes and lined with knee-high weeds. Lancelot Bliss had said the place needed a l
