It was Sergeant Grant who opened the front door.
He was fifty-eight and usually he looked young for his age.
Tonight he was looking old and tired.
"Hello, madam. Come in,' he said.
'Where´s the body, Grant?'
"On the first floor.In the bathroom.
"The bathroom? OK. Let's go and have a look.
What do you know so far?' asked Logan.They started to climb the stairs.
'Well, madam. Mr Maclennan went to have a bath, probably at about eleven o' clock. He usually has a bath at about that time,' began Grant.
'I see.'
'Mrs Maclennan was already in bed,' Grant said. 'She says she fell asleep at about ten thirty and didn't hear her husband come up. Anyway, she woke up at one thirty and he wasn't in bed. She thought this was strange so she got up and went to look for him. She couldn't find him but the bathroom door was locked.'
'Did she try and get in?' asked Logan.
'Yes, she tried to break the door open but she couldn't, so she called her brother.
He came round, broke open the door and they found Mr Maclennan dead, on the bathroom floor,' finished Grant.