“A hard life to be alone in India.” Watters could only imagine the struggle Mrs Kelly must have had to return to Scotland from India as a lone woman with the limited resources of an army widow. She was strong than she appeared.
“I managed,” Mrs Kelly said. “What do you want to know, Sergeant?”
“I want to know all you can tell me about Mr Forsyth,” Watters answered.
Mrs Kelly was silent for a moment as she gathered her thoughts. “He was a quiet-living man,” she said. “He hardly spoke and was no bother to me.”
“Did he have any enemies that you knew about? Anybody who would wish to kill him?”
Mrs Kelly shook her head. “No, Sergeant. I didn't know of any enemies, and I never met any of his friends. He was a man of regular habits. He left for work at seven in the morning and was back at ei
