Farook remained with his head bent. ‘I only ever drove him the one time and that would be a long time ago, many months now. It was on this occasion that he asked me if I knew where he could acquire certain drugs. From that time on I would get drugs to him when he requested, usually when he had been at Miss Pilkington’s. He would approach me so that on his next visit I would have what he wanted.’

‘So you are saying you only ever went to Charles Foxley’s flat once?’

‘Yes, sir, that is correct, just one time only. And that was because there was an incident outside Miss Pilkington’s house. Mr. Foxley usually ordered a taxi to be waiting for him when his appointment was over, and this was usually lunchtimes—’

Tyler interrupted. ‘Did you know who Mr. Foxley was?’

‘No, sir, I did not. It was one of the rules Miss Pilkington laid down that anyone employed by her should not ask questions of any of her clients. She preferred them to all remain anonymous.’

‘So, on this occasion, Mr. Farook, when you say you drove Mr. Foxley to his flat, what happened?’

Farook shrugged his shoulders. ‘I just drove him to his flat in Kensington.’

Tyler continued, ‘You have admitted to the murder, but we still need to know exactly what happened.’

Farook shrugged again. ‘Nothing. I simply took him home.’

As Spencer made notes he wished Tyler would put some more pressure on Farook. It all seemed to be progressing very slowly and he was becoming exasperated. Then Farook pursed his lips, still remaining with his head bowed.

‘It was about nine months ago, if not more. Mr. Foxley came out of the house and a woman came up to him, screaming and punching him. She was completely hysterical, saying abusive things. This is a residential area and the reason why Miss Pilkington is so particular is because she wants her neighbors to remain unaware of what is going on at her property.’

Spencer didn’t find it credible that the neighbors hadn’t noticed people coming and going all day. He was starting to mistrust everything Farook was saying.

Farook raised his hands. ‘She was a very attractive woman, a blonde woman, but she was frightening because she was accusing him of being a pervert. She was so violent towards him, I intervened. She had actually punched him in the face and he was distressed. He asked me if I could help him get away, which I did. I drove him home and he told me the woman was his ex-wife, who was mentally disturbed. So that is how I knew where Mr. Foxley lived.’

‘Did you ever see this woman again?’ Tyler asked.

‘I’ve only ever seen her one more time.’