'So how did he die, then?' asked Logan, looking down at Alex Maclennan's body.
'A broken neck, the doctor says. Looks like the
floor was wet, he fell, hit the side of the bath - end of Alex Maclennan.'
Logan looked at the body more closely and then looked round the room. The floor was wet, but not very wet. The bath was empty. Alex Maclennan's body was dry. The towel was dry too.
'What about the window?' asked Logan.
'I thought about that,' said Grant. 'It's closed but not locked. '
Logan walked across the room and opened the window. She put her head outside and looked down. It was about six metres to the ground - not far.
'Right,' said Logan. 'Get the scientists here. I want them to look everywhere in this room very carefully. They must look at the window and the wall outside, and at the ground outside too.
'OK, madam,' said Grant.
'Now, where are the family and how are they?'
'Well, there's only Mrs Maclennan and her brother. They're both in the living room,' Grant answered.
Logan went down to the living room. A man and a woman were sitting next to each other on the sofa. The woman was probably in her late twenties but it was difficult to tell because she was crying. She had red hair and was wearing night clothes.
'Mrs Maclennan, I'm Inspector Logan of the
Edinburgh Police,' said Logan. 'I'm very sorry about your husband.'
'Thank you, Inspector,' the woman answered.
The man stood up. He was tall and dark and he looked strong. He was wearing a black jogging suit and he needed a shave.
'Good morning, Inspector. I'm Donald Johnstone,
Alice's brother.'
'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.'
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?'