‘Sorry about this, sir, but we’ve been looking high and low for you all day. I’ve notified DI Grey; he’s coming back right away.’ ‘Can you tell me what’s going on, for Pete’s sake?’ asked an exasperated Colin. He had a headache and his mouth felt like the proverbial country closet. Masters was hesitant. He wasn’t sure how much to tell Moore before Grey arrived. ‘The inspector will be able to tell you more fully, sir; but, as the newspapers will be spreading it in the morning anyway, I can at least tell you that Mrs Walker died as a result of foul play, presumed to be murder.’ The news seemed to affect Colin Moore profoundly. His face was already so pale that it could hardly blanch any more, but a white ring appeared around his mouth as he tightened his lips. His red-rimmed eyes stood out against the pallor and he looked as if he was going to be sick. He got up abruptly from the desk and walked halfway across the room, then swung round and faced the detective. ‘The bloody swine, the bloody, bloody swine!’ he said in a low voice trembling with emotion.
