-ergo he may have known Mrs Underhay - and therefore Mrs Underhay may know him. If his name isn't Enoch Arden, we could do with knowing what it really is."

Rather unexpectedly Rosaleen Cloade got up.

"I'll come, of course," she said.

Spence expected a fresh outburst from David, but to his surprise the other grinned.

"Good for you, Rosaleen," he said. "I'll confess, I'm curious myself. After all, you may be able to put a name to the fellow."

Spence said to her:

"You didn't see him yourself in Warmsley Vale?"

She shook her head.

"I've been in London since Saturday last."

"And Arden arrived on Friday night - yes."

Rosaleen asked: "Do you want me to come now?"

She asked the question with something of the submissiveness of a little girl. In spite of himself the Superintendent was favourably impressed. There was a docility, a willingness about her which he had not expected.

"That would be very nice of you, Mrs Cloade," he said. "The sooner we can get certain facts definitely established the better. I haven't got a police car here, I'm afraid."

David crossed to the telephone.

"I'll ring up the Daimler Hire. It's beyond the legal limit - but I expect you can square that, Superintendent."

"I think that can be arranged, Mr Hunter." He got up. "I'll be waiting for you downstairs."

He went down in the lift and pushed open the office door once more.

The Field Marshal was awaiting him.

"Well?"

"Both beds slept in last night, sir. Baths and towels used. Breakfast was served to them in the flat at nine-thirty."

"And you don't know what time Mr Hunter came in yesterday evening?"

"I can't tell you anything further, I'm afraid, sir!"

Well, that was that, Spence thought.

He wondered if there was anything behind David's refusal to speak except pure childlike defiance. He must realise that a charge of murder was hovering over him. Surely he must see that the sooner he told his story the better. Never a good thing to antagonise the police. But antagonising the police, he thought ruefully, was just what David Hunter would enjoy doing.

They talked very little on the way down. When they arrived at the mortuary Rosaleen Cloade was very pale. Her hands were shaking. David looked concerned for her. He spoke to her as though she was a small child.

"It'll be only a minute or two, Rosaleen. It's nothing at all, nothing at all now. Don't get worked up. You go in with the Superintendent and I'll wait for you. And there's nothing at all to mind about. Peaceful he'll look and just as though he were asleep."

She gave him a little nod of the head and stretched out her hand. He gave it a little squeeze.

"Be a brave girl now, alanna."