'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.