“I came up from the cave. Jago told me how to. I borrowed a speedboat to get here. Quite nasty clambering over those rocks in the dark, let me tell you. So you came to this place, and . . .”

“It obviously wasn’t suitable for us at the moment and we went into the nearest village and bumped into Rose Summers. She recognized Belinda. They chatted and she insisted we come to stay.”

“Insisted?”

“Yes. Belinda wasn’t at all keen. Rose had been the cook’s daughter and was apparently not all that nice as a child. But Rose wouldn’t take no for an answer and we had nowhere else to stay in the neighborhood so we went to Trewoma. That’s the name of the house. They all have funny names down here.”

“So Belinda hadn’t seen Rose since childhood? What about the man who was murdered?”

“Ah, well, that was slightly different,” I said and told him the truth about the affair.

“Crikey. That’s bad. That gives her a perfect motive, doesn’t it?”

“She managed to get away with not telling the police the whole story about that—only that she met him in London, but I think they guessed. Her name and address were in his book, for one thing, and if they ask his London friends, perhaps one of them would have known about her. But it only lasted a couple of weeks and it was several years ago. She did the right thing. She stopped seeing him when she found out he was engaged.”

“So she stopped seeing him because he was about to marry Rose?”

“No, he was about to marry Jonquil,” I said.

“Jonquil? Who is she? Where does she come into this?”

After a lot more explaining and a lot more questions Darcy said, “So you think that Jonquil’s death is somehow linked to Tony’s?”

“I think it has to be, don’t you? She was wonderfully athletic, apparently. Why would she fall off a cliff?”

“And who could be behind two such different murders? One is stealthy and sneaky and one is brazen and violent.”

“That’s true,” I agreed. “Maybe I’m wrong and Jonquil’s death was an accident, but then there’s old Harry—”

“Who is he?”

“The old man whose body you found today. He wasn’t quite right in the head but he was clearly afraid of someone—a female, he called her ‘she,’ and he promised he’d never said anything about what he had seen. So Belinda and I thought he might have seen someone pushing Jonquil.”

“And that person decided he was a bit too much of a risk?”