Inspector Logan was standing just inside the door. She could see into the living room. The man in the armchair was Sergeant Grant.
Sometimes he looked up at the clock, and then he went back to reading his paper. Logan watched the smoke from his cigarette going up in a line. After a few minutes the smoke stopped going up in a line. It moved slowly around.
The house was quite. Logan felt cold air coming in. Grant put the newspaper down on the floor next to his chair. As he did this, the door behind him, which led to the dining room, opened very quietly.
A tall man,dressed from head head to foot in black, came through the door intt the room. He had a sort of black hat over his ht and face, too. Only his ey showed. There was a knife in his hand. Logan could see that Grant was ready.
Grant stood up quality and turned round. The man in black moved to his left. Grant moved too. He moved away, watching the man with the knife carefully. Logan waited. The man in black spoke softly. 'You think you saw me, do you? he said. 'You think you can tell the police who I am. Well, I'm sorry but I've got no choice, I can't let you do that. '
The man in black ran quickly over to Grant. Logan decided she could wait no longer. 'Now!' she shouted.
She ran into the living room. The police officers followed her, but they were all too late. The man in black had his around Grant's chest. The knife was at Grant's throat,and a little blood was running down Grant's neck to his shirt.