Kenneth Henderson: Ah! The lovely Inspector Logan...
Smiling at her as he opened his front door. He was wearing a pink shirt, light brown trousers with a brown leather belt and brown shoes. His teeth were a bright white.
Logan did not smile back.
Logan: I said we`d be back if this became a murder investigation........It has.
Kenneth Henderson: Oh!
The smile disappeared from his face and he opened the door wider so that Logan and Grant could enter the house.
Narrator: The living room looked exactly the same as the last time Logan and Grant had been there except for a copy of the Scottish Daily News on the table. Logan sat on the blue and yellow sofa. Henderson took an armchair near her. Grant stood by the door.
Logan: Mr. Henderson...........
Kenneth Henderson: Please call me Kenneth......
Narrator: Logan looked Henderson straight in the eye. Getting friendly with Henderson was the last thing on her mind. Keeping a professional distance seemed a much better idea.
Logan: Mr. Henderson, what time did your party start?
Henderson said nothing for a moment. He looked a little disappointed that Logan had refused to use his first name. Out of the corner of her eye, Logan could see Grant smiling to himself.
Kenneth Henderson: About eleven o`clock, a crowd of us went to the pub first. Then we came back here and a few more people arrived later.
Sergeant Grant: When did Fran Stewart arrive?
Kenneth Henderson: She got to the pub at nine thirty. Something like that, I really can`t remember.