“That’s correct. MacPherson chased the stripper and saw the light inside. When he couldn’t get in, he summoned assistance. The light was still on when I arrived and posted Constable Nicoll at the front door.”
Watters knew that Scuddamore was taking notes of everything Murdoch said. “I’d have done the same. What next?”
“Mr Rimmer came along with his keys and opened the front door. I was with him. The shop was as we see it, and nobody was here.”
“So, either the burglar is still hiding here, or he’s escaped somehow,” Watters said. “Are there any other doors or windows, Mr Rimmer?”
“A front door, a back door, a shuttered front window that you’ve examined and the window into the yard at the back,” Rimmer said.
Watters produced his pipe, lit it, and surveyed the shop. “I’m going to search t
