Sergeant Baker was very pleased to see me. Mrs Morton
had complained when he'd asked to use the telephone.
He had to give her the money for the call to Detective Chief
Inspector Lane out of his own pocket.
"She said that she couldn't trust the police to protect her.
She telephoned her mother in Wales and arranged to
go there."
"Did you get the address?" I asked.
"Yes. She was very angry with me because I checked it.
She's a very unpleasant woman."
"I wonder if that's why her husband had a girlfriend?"
"Did he? Was she at the house in South Harrow?"
"Yes," I said. "Dead. She was murdered - a bullet in
the head. "
"Mrs Morton was lucky then, if the same people killed
that girl."
"Yes. But I would rather talk about that when we get back
to Scotland Yard."
I wanted to think about the motive for the murders on the
return journey but Sergeant Baker didn't stop talking until
we arrived back at Scotland Yard. I think perhaps he was
afraid that I would play another Beethoven cassette.