It was Sergeant Grant who opened the front door.
He was fifty-eight and usually he looked young for
his age. Tonight he was looking old and tired.
"Hello, madam. Come in,' he said.
'Where´s the body, Grant?'
"On the first floor. In the bathroom.'
"The bathroom? OK. Let's go and have a look.
What do you know so far?' asked Logan.
They started to climb the stairs.
'Well, madam. Mr Maclennan went to have a bath,
probably at about eleven o' clock. He usually has
a bath at about that time,' began Grant.
'I see.'
'Mrs Maclennan was already in bed,' Grant said.
'She says she fell asleep at about ten thirty and
didn't hear her husband come up. Anyway, she
woke up at one thirty and he wasn't in bed. She
thought this was strange so she got up and went
to look for him. She couldn't find him but the
bathroom door was locked.'
'Did she try and get in?' asked Logan.
'Yes, she tried to break the door open but she
couldn't, so she called her brother.
He came round, broke open the door and they
found Mr Maclennan dead, on the bathroom
floor,' finished Grant.