'Do you really think this is murder?' asked Grant
as they sat in Logan's office back at the London
Road Police Station.
'I don't know,' answered Logan. 'But I know this:
I don't like Mr Johnstone and I don't believe Mrs
Madennan. She hasn't toId us everything about
her and her husband.'
Grant drank his coffee and Logan looked out of
the window. Logan spoke again: 'We won't hear
from the scientists until later today. Before then I
want you to find out about Mr Johnstone. What's
his problem? Why is he so unfriendly?'
'Right, madam,' agreed Grant.
'I'll meet you back here at three o' clock. I'm
going to talk to Ian Ross about the restaurant.
Perhaps I'll get a free lunch.'
'Police officers never get a free lunch, madam.'