'Hello, Mr Johnstone. I know this is a terrible time
to ask you some questions.'
'Must you?' asked Johnstone. 'Look at my sister.
She's crying. Can't you wait?'
'Mr Johnstone, a man has died,' said Logan. 'I am
a police officer. I need to find some answers.'
'It's all right, Donald,' said Alice Maclennan. She
turned to Logan. 'I understand, Inspector. Please
ask your questions.'
'But be quick!' said Johnstone.
'Mrs Maclennan, what time did your husband
usually have a bath?' asked Logan.
'Well, he usually went upstairs at about eleven,
had a bath and then came to bed,' Alice
Maclennan answered. 'When I woke up at about
one thirty and he wasn't in bed, I went to look
for him.'