CHAPTER FOUR
Alice Maclennan
For the second time that day Grant opened the door when Logan arrived at the Maclennans' house in Polwarth Gardens. He followed her through the house to the living room.
'Johnstone's gone home and will be back tomorrow,' said Grant. 'I didn't tell him you were coming.'
'Good. Have you found any black clothes?' asked Logan.
'A black pullover and some black trousers,' answered Grant. 'They were Alex Maclennans. Mrs Maclennan doesn't have any dark clothes at all.'
'Well, that's interesting,' said Logan. 'Of course, she could easily wear her husband's clothes. Get those clothes to the scientists as soon as possible. We really need to know who was climbing in or out of...' She stopped speaking as they arrived at the living room door.
Alice Maclennan was standing behind a beautiful antique desk and studying some papers. She looked up when Logan and Grant came into the room.
'Inspector Logan,' she said. 'What can I do for you?'
'I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I have some more questions,' said Logan.
'That's all right, Inspector. Shall we sit down?'
Alice Maclennan walked across the room and sat down on the large green sofa. She was wearing light grey trousers and a white blouse. Logan sat in an armchair close to the sofa. Grant stood by the door.
'As Sergeant Grant found out, I have no dark clothes,' said Alice Maclennan. 'People usually wear black after someone has died. But Alex will have to be happy with grey.' She smiled sadly.
'I'm sure he won't mind,' said Logan softly.
Alice Maclennan looked up. 'Anyway, you must ask me your questions.'
Logan looked round the room at the beautiful antique furniture and the old pictures on the walls.
'What happens to all this now?' asked Logan. 'Who gets the house and your husband's money? What happens to the restaurant?'
'Well, that's easy,' said Alice Maclennan. 'He left everything to me. I get the house and the money - everything except the restaurant.'
'Not the restaurant?' asked Logan.