Chapter 14It was unfair of Walter to be so furious with the detective. As the man had said, he was only doing his job.
Frost listened with grave courtesy to Sylvia’s account of their night-time arrangements. “And did you make this public at the police station?” he asked.
“No. Lucy and I discussed it with the solicitor, but we decided I’d come home and speak to you about it. Your sergeant told us you’d come up here.”
Walter was leaning against the stove, arms folded, too hot really on this warm June day, but close enough to renew Sylvia’s tea whenever she needed it. She was a bit bedraggled round the edges—it was a long drive from London. She’d come straight through without stopping, leaving at the crack of dawn after the bare minimum of sleep. She’d received his message when she came ba
