‘No,’ agreed Miles, ‘but your gut usually kicks in and tells you if there’s more to it.’

‘Think my “gut” got chock-full of pasta in Italy and needs a serious workout before it starts functioning again.’

‘You haven’t put on an ounce, Ma’am. Really.’

‘I wasn’t commenting on my waistline, Miles.’ Jazz sighed. ‘There’s something I’m not getting here. Somewhere along the line, I know Hugh Daneman’s suicide was no coincidence. Anyway, I called Isabella earlier this morning. She’s on her way here now to assess Millar and his son. If anyone can get through to them, she can.’ Isabella Sherriff was one of the Met’s leading criminal psychologists.

‘Wow, Issy has actually agreed to leave the smoke and come up to the wilds of Norfolk?’ Miles whistled. ‘You are honoured.’

‘We go back a long way. And besides, Millar is presently in custody for murder. It’s right up her street. I’ve booked her into your hotel, so you can take her for dinner tonight. She’ll see Millar today and Rory tomorrow morning.’

‘How are you going to get that one past Mummy Tiger?’ enquired Miles.

‘We can’t lie about who Issy is, but we can frame it the right way. Issy also has experience counselling kids who have suffered trauma. That’s Rory for sure. He needs an assessment, and that’s why she’ll be speaking to Rory. If anything comes out that’s pertinent to the case, I’ll make it clear to Angie that Issy will have to share it. But I’ll also make it clear that Issy is one of London’s finest psychologists – I reckon Angie Millar is the type of person who likes a bit of fuss made.’

‘Don’t include that last bit, boss,’ Miles joked.

‘I’m going back to the school to see our demon headmaster. I’d like you to have a quick chat with David Millar yourself; don’t mention we know about his allergy to aspirin for the present, then wait here for Issy to arrive and tell her before she interviews him. She said she’d be here by three.’

‘Right you are, Ma’am. I presume you’ll be joining us for dinner tonight?’

Jazz picked up her briefcase. ‘No. You’re on your own, Miles. Sure you can cope. I’ll be back here at five to hear the rundown from Issy. See you later.’

Robert Jones visibly calmed as Jazz informed him of David Millar’s confession.

‘Well, isn’t that good news? Rory returned unharmed and a man in custody for Cavendish’s murder. Perhaps we can get back to some degree of normality now.’

‘It’s good news Rory’s back home and unharmed, but I doubt very much this is the end of the story as far as Charlie Cavendish’s death is concerned.’

‘But he’s confessed! Surely it’s an open and shut case?’

‘I’m afraid there are gaping holes in his confession. A good defence counsel would shoot it down in flames and we’d be back to square one.’

‘I see.’ Jones sighed. ‘So, what happens now?’

‘We continue our investigation. Mr Jones, I want to ask you something: why, when Matron had made it absolutely plain to you on a number of occasions that Charlie Cavendish was a bully, and a danger to those he targeted, did you refrain from expelling him?’