that the letter we found addressed to Jennifer Coleby was written to her by Bernard Crowther. If you want chapter and verse, it was written on the afternoon of Friday, 1 October in the rooms of Mr. Peter Newlove in Lonsdale College on the same Mr. Peter Newlove's typewriter. That, Lewis, is a
Again Lewis made an effort to protest, and again Morse waved the protest aside. 'Hear me out, Lewis. Jennifer Coleby lied from the word go. In fact of all the people in this case, it's Jennifer Coleby who had the monopoly of the lies. Lies, lies and more lies. But why
Lewis could restrain himself no longer. 'But she had a puncture, sir. We know all about that.'
'Oh, I don't doubt she had a puncture. We know she did. She rang up the Battery and Tire people. But if they couldn't mend it, someone else could, eh? If you remember, Jennifer didn't ask the tire man to call some other time; and she didn't have it done at Barkers. But somebody mended her puncture, Lewis. Perhaps she did it herself? She's not a fool, is she? Perhaps she asked the man next door? I don't know. But you can repair & puncture in five minutes without much trouble, and
'I don't follow that at all,' said the mystified Lewis.
'You will, have no fear.' Morse looked at his watch. 'I want you to go and pick her up, Lewis.'
'You mean Miss Coleby?'
'Who the hell else?'
Morse followed Lewis out, knocked at the office of Chief Superintendent Strange and went in.
Some half an hour later the door was opened, and Strange stood on the threshold with Morse. Both men looked stern-faced, and Strange nodded his head gravely as the Chief Inspector said a few final words.
'You look tired, you know, Morse. I think you ought to put in for a fortnight's furlough now this is over.'
'Well, not quite over, sir.'
Morse walked slowly back to his office.
When Jennifer Coleby arrived Morse asked her to sit down and then walked over to Lewis. 'I want this to be private, Lewis. You understand, I know.'
Lewis didn't understand and he felt hurt. But he left them together, and walked along to the canteen.
'Look Inspector. I really thought that after your sergeant saw me yesterday that you'd finished. .'
Morse interrupted her sharply. '
'Let me tell you what I suspected long ago in this case, Miss Coleby. You can interrupt me if I go wrong, but I want no more of your miserable lies.' She glanced viciously into his hard eyes, but said nothing. 'Let me tell you what I think. I think that two girls were picked up by a man one night and that one of the girls was the man's mistress. I think that this mistress usually travelled by car to see her lover, but on that particular night she couldn't get there by car, and that was why she either had to catch a bus or hitch-hike. Unfortunately, and by sheer chance, she was picked up
Morse stopped, and there was utter silence in the room. 'Do you think that's how it happened, Miss Coleby?'
She nodded her head.
'We both know who murdered Sylvia, don't we?' Morse spoked so very softly that she could only just catch his words. Again she: nodded.
Morse rang Lewis and told him to come in. Take a few notes, Sergeant. Now, Miss Coleby. A few more questions, please. Who mended your puncture for you?'
'The man across the road. Mr. Thorogood.'
'How long did it take him?'
'Five, ten minutes. Not long. I helped him.'
'How long have you been the mistress of your employer, Mr. Palmer?' Lewis lifted his eyes in amazement.