“Sorry, sir! I’ve been chasing Fenchurch’s girl and tumbled on something else. She’s bolted, by the way.” “Let’s have the ‘appreciation’ first,” said Crisp, as they got into his car. “Appreciation!” echoed Benscombe. “Fenchurch didn’t know Glenda was doing a deal with Watlington. Glenda sold Watlington something belonging to Fenchurch. Probably letters proving that Fenchurch and Claudia Lofting knew each other pretty well. On one of the many pictures of Claudia—some with an Italian-looking background—Fenchurch had written ‘Casa Flavia’.” “Watlington’s blotting pad! Good!” said Crisp. “Now the details!” Benscombe reported everything, except the nude study of Claudia. “Does it add up, sir?” “You’ve earned your pat on the back.” Crisp was pondering as he spoke. “It’s a loop-line, of course.
