Ian said she had gone shopping. He was alone in the sitting-room with a glass of whisky at his elbow. He offered some to Andrew, who accepted it gladly. He told Ian what he and the Inspector had found in Eleanor Clancy’s cottage, but Ian seemed less interested than he would have expected. He nodded his head from time to time, but asked hardly any questions. It was as if his mind was on something else. He helped himself to more whisky before he gave any indication that this indeed was so, and had drunk half of it before he undertook to tell Andrew what it was. It came abruptly after a short silence. ‘Mollie’s leaving me,’ Ian said. There did not seem to Andrew to be any answer to that, so he said nothing. ‘You don’t seem surprised,’ Ian said after a moment. ‘Well, yes and no,’ Andrew said. ‘I’m surprised that she’s actually made up her mind to do it, but she confided in me a certain amount about her feelings for Brian, and I realized it was possible. You don’t seem surprised yourself.’ ‘No, I’ve seen it coming for some time,’ Ian said.
