“And I suppose that while you were there, you thought you’d just pop in to Miss Campbell’s flat for a cup of tea, since you had the keys burning a hole in your pocket. Seeing that report on her computer screen must have been a hell of a temptation. I can’t say I blame you. Any journalist worth their salt would have been hard pressed to ignore it.”

“I didn’t go near Ros’s flat. I was never on the eighth floor. I went straight to the sixth floor, had a look round then I left,” Lindsay stated.

“Surely you don’t expect me to believe that?” Fraser asked incredulously. “Missing out on the chance of a nice little earner like that? Come on, admit it, Miss Gordon, it happened just like I said. I’ve heard all the excuses. Now, how about coming up with the truth? It would save us all a lot of time in the long run.”

Lindsay shook her head vigorously. “You’re way off beam. Look, even supposing I had let myself into Rosalind’s flat and seen the report, I wouldn’t have needed to stage a burglary. I know about computers, for God’s sake. All I would have had to do would have been to make a copy of the file on to another disk and walked out of there with it in my pocket. No one would have been any the wiser. When the story broke, no one would have been able to trace it back to me or to Rosalind. Like I said, Rosalind is a friend of mine. I wouldn’t have wrecked her flat just to cover my back, not when I could have protected both of us by quietly copying the disk.”

For the first time, Lindsay thought she saw a flicker of doubt in Fraser’s blue eyes. “I don’t know,” he finally said. “Maybe all that sophisticated logic didn’t occur to you on the spur of the moment. Maybe you just saw the chance and acted on it.”

“Look, apart from anything else, I wasn’t even in the building long enough to make such a thorough job of it,” she protested.

“Protesting a wee bit too much, aren’t we?” Fraser asked sarcastically. “Just run through your movements yesterday afternoon for me. Let me work it out for myself.”