It was easier to keep her mind on what was said because Willie’s voice was bright with interest, and she fenced with Underwood, just as Daisy had. “Why on earth do you want to know why the three of us moved south?” she demanded. “The more I know about those involved, the quicker I’ll be able to solve the case.” “‘Those involved?’ We’re not involved. Someone took the liberty of using our house to dispose of—” “That’s as may be, Miss Chandler. Supposing you to have nothing to do with the murder, it was probably committed by someone who knew the house was empty.” “The neighbours.” “Or the house agent, or someone who was aware of your plans. I’m still asking you to tell me why you moved.” Willie grinned and complied. “Not many firms are willing to hire a woman accountant,” she finished. “I couldn’t afford not to take the position.” “I’ve never had anything to do with accountants,” Underwood admitted. “What’s the difference between them and bookkeepers?”
