Vera ignored the question. ‘What I don’t get, Mr Morgan, is what you saw in Mattie. I mean, she’s a bonnie lass, but not your intellectual equal, I’d say. Or was that part of the appeal? That she’d never answer back?’

Morgan frowned. ‘You’re right, of course. It was a mistake to get involved with Mattie. I’ll always regret it. She became fixated, obsessed. It really wasn’t something I encouraged. And I much prefer my women to have minds of their own.’ He gave a little smile, which was almost a challenge to Vera: I’d much prefer someone like you. But that was nonsense, of course. Nobody wanted her. Morgan turned away and said in a soft voice, ‘I’ll always feel guilty about Elias dying, that I should have foreseen it or done something to prevent it.’

‘So how did you hook up with Mattie?’ This was Ashworth, less aggressive, asking the question as one man to another.

‘I suppose I started off feeling sorry for her.’ Morgan leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, showing again how flexible his body was. Vera was aware of the shoulder muscles under the flimsy cotton shirt. ‘And it’s always flattering to be needed. I thought I could make a difference in her life. A terrible arrogance, I see now.’

‘Where did you meet?’

‘That was quite by chance. A cafe in Newcastle. She didn’t have quite enough money to pay for her coffee and I offered her a few pence. She was ridiculously grateful. I’d saved her the embarrassment of having to walk away.’ He looked up at them, very earnest, willing them to understand. ‘There was simplicity about her that I found awesome. A real inner beauty.’

‘Not quite the full shilling though, is she?’ Vera broke in. ‘I mean, what would you talk about, those long boring nights in her flat?’

He shook his head, despairing of her crassness. ‘She was desperate to learn,’ he said. ‘I’ve always thought that I might make a teacher – not in the conventional sense, of course – and in talking to her about my beliefs and ideals they became clearer to me.’

Self-centred prat. Vera was pleased she no longer found him appealing. She saw the brown marks between his teeth, that there was a hair growing from a mole on his neck.

‘But you screwed Mattie up, didn’t you? Deprived her of the things that held her together: the telly, her friends in the street, the games she played with her lad. Was she always going to be an experiment? You never moved her in here, did you, like your classy new girlfriend? Basically she was just your bit of rough.’