'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 probably came from someone's clothes.'
They looked at each other.
'It is murder, isn't it?' said Grant.
'Well, I don't think someone climbed into the bathroom to have a shower, do you?' said Logan.
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