He came into the bar where I was sitting. There was nobody else there, as the George did not serve alcohol until after 11.00 am. When I saw him I assumed that the body had been found, and I girded my loins for the first remark. I half-expected him to arrest me. However, it quickly became clear that Mrs Drummond was still propped on her pillows. This visit was designed to embarrass and unnerve me, but it did neither. He must have been sorely disappointed to find me alone, with no one to witness any discomfort I might feel. ‘Just checking a few details,’ he said. ‘I don’t know how many times I have to repeat it, Sergeant Conroy,’ I said. ‘Detective Sergeant,’ he said, his vanity pricked by my error. ‘When I left the Drummond house, Polly was still alive.’ ‘We don’t dispute that, Mr Power. It’s one of the few facts we agree on. It’s what happened next that is of interest to us.’ ‘And there our ways must part because I have no idea what happened next, except that I came here and went to bed.’ ‘And nobody saw you.’ ‘And nobody saw me.
