The names of the tenants appeared beside the front door at the top of the steps, but there was an arrow pointing downward to the basement flat below street level next to the names of Bryce/Craig. The two detectives retraced their steps and made their way down to what had once been the servants’ entrance and rang the bell.A young woman answered the door. Slim, pale, fair hair tied back in a ponytail, and wearing a flowered housecoat, she held a baby high on her shoulder. The baby was crying. The woman took her hand off the door and patted the child’s back soothingly. ‘He’s not here if it’s Tim you’re after,’ she said before Paget could say anything, ‘and I don’t know when he’ll be back. He’s gone to see about a job.’ She began to close the door.Paget put out his hand to stop the door from closing. ‘And you are . . .?’ he asked.‘Sally Craig.’ The young woman made another attempt to close the door, but Paget held it firmly while he introduced himself and Tregalles.
