burglar, finding himself in such a situation, would have taken advantage of it; better be blamed for doing something than doing nothing. So, no, that settled it, her death would be treated as murder as Glover was instinctively convinced there was more to this death than was so far evident.
The rain finally ceased by the middle of the afternoon. In the main bedroom of number thirty-four, curtains had been taken down and carpet rolled up, ready to be taken to the forensic laboratory; window, furniture and inbuilt cupboard had been checked for prints and other traces. The silver-backed hair brushes, small jewellery case in which were three rings, attractive but probably of no great value, and fifty-two pounds, suggested theft had not been an intruderâs intention, unless â there was almost always an âunlessâ â he had been so shocked to find Mrs Ansell dead, he had fled with nothing.
A search, less concentrated, was in progress in the second bedroom when the phone in the hall rang.
âAnswer it,â Glover shouted.
Detective Constable Trent, downstairs, did so. Before he could speak, the female caller said, âEileen, where on earth have you been? Iâve rung a dozen times and no reply. Have you decided that whatâs good for him is good for you and been having fun while hubbyâs up north?â
âWho is speaking?â Trent asked.
âHullo! Hullo! Let me guess what you look like. Six feet, curly black hair, deep blue eyes, pearly white teeth, lips which caress like duckâs down.â
âWho is speaking?â he asked for the second time.
âI promise I wonât tell, so you donât have to worry.â
âI am Detective Constable Trent.â
âGood God!â
âAnd you are who?â
âHas someone stolen the family silver?â
âI am very sorry to have to tell you that Mrs Ansell has died.â
âChrist!â
He hoped she was not too shocked. One job that disturbed his cheerful life was to have to report a sudden death and know the listener was probably precipitated into mental darkness. âPresumably youâre a friend of Mrs Ansell, so may I have your name and address, madam?â
âWhy dâyou want to know them?â
âSomeone may need to have a word with you to help us work out what happened.â
âWhy.â
âIn order to make certain what was the cause of death and to contact her next-of-kin.â
âIt must have been heart failure.â
âShe was suffering from a problem with her heart?â DC Trent reached inside his jacket pocket to bring out his notebook.
âAs fit as a fiddle, but why else would she suddenly die?â
âYour name and address, please?â he insisted again.
She gave them this time, finally overcoming the shock of what sheâd heard.
âAre you married?â
âYes ...?â
âIs your husband with you?â
âNot at the moment.â
âAn officer may soon be along to talk to you.â
He replaced the receiver, went upstairs, spoke to Glover. âThe caller was a woman, sir, who gave her name as Barbara Morley. She did not know Mrs Ansell had died.â
âHad she any particular reason for phoning?â
âSheâd tried several times before and got no answer.â
âSheâs a friend?â
âA close one from the sound of things. She thought I was Mrs Ansellâs boyfriend and we were having fun because her husband was not at home.â
âHaving explained the unlikely mistake of that, what did you say?â
âThat an officer would probably be along to have a chat with her.â
âWhat kind of person does she sound like?â
âBouncy.â
âIn ancient language?â
âIâd say sheâs relatively young and full of fun.â
âIn your definition of âfunâ? Did she mention where Ansell was, apart from not being
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