Little things came up, such as the first dribbles of information about the two Scandinavians from the US, but most of the stuff that was shoved in my direction by the police at Milltown, Bradford and Leeds illuminated little and led nowhere. I had long conversations on the phone with Jan, in which she was pretty scathing, but dismally failed herself to come up with any further suggestions of where the investigation might go next. ‘Well, you’re the one there on the spot,’ she said resentfully, and with some truth. And I was on the spot in the other sense as well: I had a case to investigate, without the foggiest notion of the next steps to take; a manuscript to retrieve, without the first notion where it might be. Basically I was waiting till they allowed me to interview Miss Wing, without any great hopes of that getting me going again. Meanwhile I went over and over in my mind the pattern of the case as it now presented itself to me. That the manuscript had been in the hands of Dr Tetterfield seemed to me incontrovertible — the only way I could account for his extraordinary behaviour.
What do You think about The Case Of The Missing Bronte?
