‘Ummm . . . ’ Julia looked up to the ceiling. Jane felt she could almost hear the little wheels turning in her head. ‘Do you mean when was I told not to put them in the diary anymore?’

‘Yes.’

‘Well, I suppose it was when I used the whiteout.’

Jane was beginning to lose her patience. ‘When were you told to whiteout out what you had written in the diary?’

Julia began to chew a fingernail. ‘I can’t remember the exact date, but I think it would be a few weeks before that terrible thing happened.’

‘You mean the murder of Mr. Foxley?’

‘Yes, that’s right, but it might have been a month or so before. He was quite hard to work for, you know. He did most of everything in his head, and Emma oversaw his appointments and made sure he was where he should be. But he was always late and had to be reminded of everything. She would call him before all his meetings to remind him and—’

Jane held up her hand. ‘Yes, yes. Could you just tell me when Mr. Foxley instructed you to whiteout out any reference to the number of models required for premieres?’

‘Oh, gosh . . . ummmm . . . he was horrible to me about it and he made me cry. I keep trying to remember the exact time, because as I just said, he rarely made any reference to the diary. He would come in and tell me to tell Simon he needed four girls for three nights at The Dorchester for the cast and the crew, and—’

Jane closed her eyes. ‘When did Mr. Foxley tell you to delete all the references to the models hired to go to these first nights?’

‘It might be eight weeks ago? Maybe less. He had come in very early for some reason. As I just said, he hardly looked at the diary, because it was Emma who always reminded him. But on this occasion he was standing by my desk, flicking through the pages, and he said to me, “Who told you to put these bookings in?” and I said to him, “No one, Mr. Foxley, but when you tell me to organize it with Simon Quinn, I write them in the diary. I thought that is what I was supposed to do!” He swore at me; in fact, he did more than swear. He threw things around the room and told me I was to get some whiteout and block out every reference I had made to models in the diary. That KatWalk and the sports agency had nothing to do with the main Foxley & Myers agency, and as such there was never to be any reference in the diary.’

Julia dug into the pocket of the terrycloth robe and took out a tissue. She began sniffing.