said John, making a neat parcel of three banana-skins and several paper bags and handing it to Nora to put in the basket, “that Mrs. Margaret Field, Clytie Meadows and Isabel’s aunt are one and the same person. Let’s see where it leads us.” It was the morning of the day following the visit to Hereford, and John, feeling a need to discuss his discoveries with Rampson far from the dangers of doors, walls and windows, had suggested a trip to Radnor Forest. True to her compact, Blodwen did not offer to come; but she would have come, John knew, had he asked her. He did not do so. He felt a strong desire to get away from the Prices and the Price point of view for a time. Their close connection with the murder introduced an emotional note that was fatal to impartial discussion. Besides, to the impersonal investigator that a detective should study to be, Blodwen herself was a possible suspect. She had been out in her car on the afternoon of the murder; and there was no witness to confirm her statement that she had celebrated her return to her native land by joyously touring the roads from one beloved landmark to another.
