* * *
The next morning Grant and Logan sat in Logan's office. They were drinking coffee and talking about Ian Ross.
'Tell me, madam,' said Grant, 'how did you know it was Ross before you took off his hat?'
'It was a choice between Ross and Johnstone, but I always thought it was Ross,' said Logan. 'He was the only person who could climb up the wall. He was in the SAS. Climbing the wall was easy for him.'
'And what about Donald Johnstone?' asked Grant.
'Well, we had to see if it was him too,' said Logan. 'Just to be sure. But I never thought it was.'
Grant smiled.
'And how did you know that Ross and Alice Maclennan were lovers?'
'I only learnt that yesterday evening,' said Logan, 'from something that Ross aid. He said he knew what Maclennan usually did at home in the evening. How did he know? I'm sure Maclennan didn't tell him what time he had a bath. And then I thought: "Perhaps Ross and Alice Maclennan were lovers. Perhaps they talked about Alex when they were together. Perhaps she told him." And I was right.'
Logan put her coffee cup down and looked at Grant.
'Anyway, you did very well last night, Sergeant,' she said. 'Where did you learn to take knives away from soldiers?'
'I've been in the police a long time, madam,' said Grant smiling. 'I've taken away one or two knives from people on Saturday nights.'
* * *
After Grant left, Logan made a phone call.
'Newsroom. Tam MacDonald speaking,' a voice said.
'Tam!' said Logan. 'It's Jenny Logan. You can buy me a drink this evening.'
'I'd love to, Jenny, my dear,' said Tam, 'but why?'
'Because you think I'm wonderful, and because I'm going to tell you who killed Alex Maclennan.'
'Tell me who killed Alex Maclennan, and I'll buy you dinner,' said Tam. 'And then I'll take you dancing at the best nightclub in town.'
Jenny laughed.
'I can think of better things to do than go dancing,' she said. 'Just meet me at Deacon Brodie's at seven o'clock.' And she smiled as she put the phone down.