‘That’s Elizabeth Crilling, yes,’ said Wexford. ‘One of Kingsmarkham’s wild young people. A boyfriend gave her the Mini for her twenty-first birthday.’
Archery was silent. Tess Kershaw and Elizabeth Crilling were the same age and they had played together in the fields behind Victor’s Piece when they were children. At that time, the Painters had been miserably poor but the Crillings had money and lived in a nice house.
‘Mrs Primero was too nice to her,’ said Wexford. ‘She gave her sweets and toys. After the murder, Mrs Crilling was always taking Elizabeth to psychiatrists. She went to several different schools and she was always in trouble, always in court for doing
something bad.’ ‘But it was Tess whose father was a murderer,’, thought
Archery. ‘You could have expected her to grow up like that, but instead she had gone to a good school and then on to university.’
‘1 really want to talk to Mrs Crilling,’ said Archery.
‘Come to the court in the morning,’ said Wexford. ‘She’ll probably be there.’