If he can't find the money by
the end of the year, the bank is going to take his
house.'
'His wife won't be very happy,' said Logan.
'No,' Grant agreed.
'Is he hoping his sister will help him?'
'Well, she'll have a lot of money now, won't she?'
said Grant.
'Yes,' said Logan.
'She will.'
Logan looked at Grant. He had thick black hair
and a large black moustache. He was wearing an
old blue jacket and old grey trousers. He did not
really look like a policeman, but he was very good
at getting information.
'Well done, Grant!' She smiled at him. 'And where
did you find out all that?'
'Oh, you know, here and there,' said Grant. 'Of
course it helps that my cousin and Johnstone's
wife are good friends.'
Logan laughed.
At that moment the
phone rang. Grant
answered it. For most
of the conversation he
just listened. Then he
thanked the person
and put the phone
down. He turned to
Logan.
'That was Dr Forbes.
The scientists have
finished. Maclennan
died some time
between eleven thirty and twelve thirty of a
broken neck - they can't say if it was murder.
'We knew that,' said Logan. 'Anything else?'
'They found a very small piece of black material
on the window lock, and another very small piece
on the wall outside the bathroom. They think the
material prabably came from someone's clothes.'
They looked at each other.
'It is murder, isn't it?' said Grant.