“I spoke to Boyle’s neighbours,” Duff reported. “They said they hadn’t seen anything suspicious at all.” He consulted his notebook. “Here’s a strange thing though, sir. One lady said she saw Boyle a fortnight ago.”
“I said we were hunting ghosts,” Scuddamore poured out three mugs of tea. “Where’s young Shaw? I thought he was the tea-maker now!”
“Tell me more,” Watters ignored Scuddamore’s complaint. “What did this woman see?”
“She said she saw Boyle enter the house with an empty canvas bag, like a seaman’s bag, Sergeant, and leave with the bag full.”
“That’s our ghost!” Scuddamore said. “This woman saw a dead man.”
“Be quiet, Scuddamore!” Watters said thoughtfully. “Duff, I want to talk to this woman.”
Mrs Grady was middle-aged, neat, and had intelligent grey eyes. “I know what I saw
