“Try and find this Gow fellow, and everybody with five shares or more,” Watters decided. “I think we can discount the single share people; they’ll have lost twenty or twenty-five pounds and whoever is targeting Mr Muirhead spent more than that on the insurance policies.” He swung his cane two or three times. “I’ll need a sample of Lieutenant Anstruther’s handwriting, Duff, to compare it with the signatures we have.”
“I don’t like to investigate Lieutenant Anstruther,” Duff admitted. “It’s like stabbing him in the back.”
“I feel the same,” Watters said, “but it’s our job. Keep it to ourselves, don’t even tell Mr Mackay, and if this blows up in our face, I will take full responsibility.”
Duff straightened his back. “It’s my decision too, sir. I’m not hiding behind you.”
“You’d never hide
