“When I was in detective training we were told to go with the obvious before we looked beyond,” the inspector said, turning to Detective Inspector Purdy for confirmation. “And everything points to you, young lady. You had the means, you had the motive and your prints are on the weapon that you were holding. If you will please come with us . . .”

“Where are you taking me?” Belinda’s voice rose as Inspector Purdy took a firm grip on her arm.

“To be held for your own safety.”

“Where is she being taken?” I stepped between them. “To London?”

“To the country courthouse in Truro for the time being,” Inspector Watt said. “We can’t risk flight at this point.”

“Inspector Watt, I’ll vouch for her. I’ll keep her under constant supervision if she stays here. Surely it’s not necessary to incarcerate her?”

“I see no reason that she should be treated in any way differently from any other person who has committed a capital offense,” Inspector Watt said. “So I’m afraid the young lady comes with us to be held until I get word from headquarters on what’s to be done with her next.”

Belinda turned back to me. “Georgie, do something, please. Don’t let them take me away.”

“Are you ready, miss? Do you have an overcoat?”

“My cape is in the cupboard in the foyer, I believe,” she said. She turned back to me. “Oh my God, I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Can’t I please come with her?” I asked. “She’s very upset.” I turned to the local inspector this time.

“I’m sorry, my lady,” Inspector Purdy said, shaking his head. “This woman is now under arrest. There’s nothing you can do.”

“Isn’t she allowed to make telephone calls?” I demanded. “Her lawyer should be notified.”

“Oh yes, please let me call my solicitor. Although I don’t know what good he’ll be.” Belinda sounded desperate. “He’s good at wills and things but I don’t know if he’s ever had to deal with a crime and a court case.”

“He’ll know which barrister to contact, don’t worry,” I said.

“And my father,” Belinda said. “Can’t I call my father?”

“You’ll be allowed one telephone call as soon as you are in custody,” DI Watt said, showing no compassion at all.

“I’ll telephone your father, Belinda. You talk to your solicitor,” I said.

“His number is Broxham two five one. Can you remember that? Oh, and I need my things. My handbag and my cape.” Belinda said. “I can’t go without my things. And what about my nightclothes and toilet bag? Will I be staying there overnight?”

“It’s not a luxury hotel, miss,” Inspector Purdy said, glancing across at the senior man from Scotland Yard. “What do you think, Inspector? Can I send someone up for her possessions?”