never to be associated with the life and the death of Yvonne Harrison. He'd
been careless about leaving that single page of a longer letter but (as he
asked Lewis to agree) it was hardly an incriminating piece of evidence wi-.
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^ c1' to her parents; even to the uncouth loi&> ^ ^ ^ ' S 5 so pleasurably
now, though at first against rfc^ g ^ @ S rather nice police inspector who'd
seemed GS S ^ 2 , stand so much about her.
Far too much. . . incl'S s ,3 S known it! ) the fact that she had lied.
Roy could have been cycling along Sheep Street when Ban-on fell to him
SC because at that very moment he had been in bed with her
partnership had resulted from some incident or series of incidents at school;
that the youth had agreed, for money, to make a statement to the police about
a supposedly accidental collision with a high ladder a statement that was
wholly untrue, because Roy Holmes had been nowhere near Sheep Street that
morning; the hypothesis (to be confirmed! ) that it was Frank Harrison who
had murdered Barren, and who had engineered an ingenious scheme whereby all
suspicion would be diverted both from himself and from Simon the scheme
itself probably prompted by another son, by Alien Thomas, who regularly
gathered a good deal of information from his vantage-point in the Maiden's
Arms and who regularly passed it on to his father, the man at the centre of
everything.
Lewis nodded to himself. No wonder Frank Harrison had gone to earth
somewhere. Not for long though, surely. He had nowhere to go; nowhere to
hide. Airports and seaports had been apprised of his passport number, and
photographs would be on their way. Unless it was too late.
It was Morse's suggestion that the two of them together should interview Roy
Holmes and Christine Coverley, with Lewis invited to do most of the talking
with the youth.
'I detest him, Lewis! And you're better at those sort of things than I am.'
It was flattering, but it didn't work. Morse was sadly wrong if he thought
he could so easily re-establish some degree of integrity in the eyes of his
sergeant.
In mid-morning, Lewis left the office without asking Morse if he would like a
coffee. He knew that the omission would be noted; he knew that Morse would
feel the hurt.
Not so.
When Lewis returned ten minutes later, he found Morse leaning back and
beaming happily.
'Fetch me a coffee, will you, Lewis! No sugar we diabetics, you know . ..
Something to celebrate.' Th^Iaumras folded
accepted immediately that it
was in his own hand) Lewis had hoped, in an old-fashioned sort of way, that
Morse had in fact never been invited to Lower Swinstead, in spite of his own
plea for some communication from her; in spite of that almost school boyish
business about looking through his mail every morning in the hope of finding
something from her. And that was about it. Morse had wanted to cover up
