It was only when there was a much louder knock that he sat upright. His mother had a key so it couldn’t be her and he wasn’t expecting any visitors. After the initial burst of sympathy from his immediate neighbours, he’d been left completely alone and he valued the freedom. His first thought was that it must be the detectives calling on him. When he opened the door, however, it was the anxious face of Jonah Jenks that confronted him. ‘Hello, Mr Beresford,’ said the visitor. ‘I wonder if I might have a word.’ ‘Yes, yes, of course you can. Come on in, Mr Jenks.’ Jenks followed him into the kitchen and they sat on either side of the table. Since he’d only met the man once before, Beresford wondered why he’d called. Arrangements for the funerals had been finalised so there was no need for further discussion. Jenks seemed unwilling to explain the reason for his visit. Looking down at the notepad, he saw the list of names in a triangular pattern on the page.
