'When I woke up at about
one thirty and he wasn't in bed, I went to look
for him.'
Johnstone spoke: 'She called me when she
couldn't open the bathroom door. I came as
quickly as I could; we broke into the bathroom
and found Alex's body. We've told the sergeant
this already.'
Logan moved
across the
room and
looked at a
photograph of
Alice and Alex
Maclennan on
the day they
married. They
looked good
together.
'Did your husband have any problems, Mrs
Maclennan?' asked Logan. 'I mean, business
problems.'
'No. I don't think so. Ian Ross took care of the
business really. Alex brought his friends to the
restaurant so that other people wanted to eat
there.'
Logan remembered why people went to
Maclennan's restaurant. It wasn't cheap, but
when you went there you almost always saw
someone famous.
'So, if I want to find out more about the
restaurant, I need to talk to Mr Ross,' Logan said.
'Yes. That's probably best,' Alice Maclennan
answered.
'Mrs Maclennan,' asked Logan quietly, 'were you
happily married?'
Alice Maclennan looked up quickly at Logan.
Johnstone stood up angrily. 'Now, look here,
Inspector. You can't come round here asking
questions like that. I must ask you to leave.
Please leave now.'
Logan looked hard into Johnstone's eyes, but she
spoke to Mrs Maclennan.
'Mrs Maclennan,' she said softly, 'I'm sorry to say
this, but it is possible someone killed your
husband.'
'You mean…?' began Mrs Maclennan, but she put
her hand to her mouth and stopped speaking.
'Yes,' said Logan, turning to her. 'I'm not sure at
the moment if it was murder or not.'
She turned back to Johnstone. 'So I need answers
to difficult questions, Mr Johnstone.'
'Inspector, you can't really think that Alice or I…'
started Johnstone.
Logan put up a hand to stop him speaking.
'Mr Johnstone,' she said, 'I don't think anything at
the moment. Now, what were you doing when
your sister phoned?'