appeared in the doorway, she was able to smile at him with some of her self-protection back in place.
âDid you sleep well?â she asked. He nodded with a schoolboy grin.
âDid you mind my going to sleep?â
âNo, Tom,â said Willow. âIt is, I understand, a normal physiological reaction to ⦠you know.â
âI love your primness, Will,â he said, laughing and coming to sit on the edge of the bath. âIt seems so out of character.â
Willow could feel herself blushing and hoped that he would put it down to the steam from her bath, but was fairly sure that he would not.
âYou know an awful lot about women,â she said irrelevantly, washing her right foot. âI suppose that just means that youâve had a lot of experience.â
âI like women,â he said, and she believed him. âI really like them. Can I have that bath after you?â
âWhy not have a new one?â she said. âThereâs plenty of hot water.â
When they were both dressed again. Willow asked him about his talk with PC Leathwaite, adding:
âI know youâve given me those notes, but tell me what you remember. Itâll be fresher like that.â
âHeâs a bright lad,â said Tom, leading the way out of Willowâs green-and-white bedroom towards the kitchen. âDâyou want a cup of tea?â
âNot really,â said Willow. âBut do help yourself.â
Tom went to switch on the kettle, while Willow sat in her old chair at the kitchen table.
âSo? What did he tell you?â she prompted.
âHe said that Titchmell struck him as being thoroughly sound, what he called a âsolid citizenâ, and perfectly responsible.â
âWhat did that mean? Responsible for what?â
âI think he meant that Titchmell had done everything he could, short of installing a burglar alarm, to make his house burglar-proof, and when asked why he didnât have an alarm, he explained that he thought they were anti-social and in any case did very little good.â
âDo you agree with that?â asked Willow, diverted into leaving the investigation.
âNo, on balance I think they are worthwhile,â said Tom.
âHow did they get into Titchmellâs house?â
âChucked a brick through the kitchen window,â said Tom. âAnd no locks are going to protect anyone against that sort of thing.â
âBut didnât anyone hear anything? Breaking glass makes a hell of a racket.â
âNo oneâs admitted to it, but you know the great British public. They hate reporting anything. Besides, most people who live in those streets work all day, and it seems likely that the window was broken at about half-past three in the afternoon.â
Willow got up as soon as he had finished speaking and went into her writing room to fetch her notebook.
âWhatâs so important about that?â asked Tom, fishing a tea bag out of his mug.
âDo you really want that sort of tea?â asked Willow. âThereâs plenty of China tea in the cupboard, and about six tea pots.â
âYes, my dear Will, I do. I need the oomph of an Indian tea-bag. Now what is so important?â
âObviously the break-in must have been when the murderer put the poison in the museli,â she said. âAndâ¦â
âNot obviously at all,â said Tom, sipping the scalding tea and wincing slightly. âDo you know how many afternoon burglaries there are every week in bits of London like Fulham and Clapham?â
Willow shook her head.
âNor do I, but there are plenty, believe me. It could have been the murderer, or it could have been truanting schoolchildren or professional thieves from the area, or from outside it ⦠could have been anyone. And if it had been the murderer, he or she would have taken an unnecessary risk of getting done for burglary by lugging away a video and all
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