Perhaps Marcus did not need my help. Perhaps Wilson really was very good at interviewing women, and I should not have let his attitude annoy me. I had found out so much, and yet so little. The collusion of Archie the waiter in the matter of Runcie’s proof of adultery for the purpose of his divorce; the reasons for Anthony Hartigan’s first visit home; the connection between Deirdre and Anthony; Philippa’s suspicions of Caroline Windham; Caroline’s suspicions of Philippa and her secretary, Gideon King; the nagging feeling I had about the incident at the shoot – the near-miss. And that person who seemed to pop up everywhere, Len Diamond, with his camera on Leeds Bridge; whispering insinuations to Cyril Fitzpatrick; showing off his insider knowledge to me at the racecourse; being jostled by Gideon King, in the grandstand after Diamond attempted to photograph the Runcies and Caroline. In not asking for my help on the case, Marcus must have uncovered so much more. I wished I knew what.
