‘Okay,’ nodded Miles. ‘I’ll put a notice on the board. Just one small point.’ Miles indicated the stuffy room. ‘Going to get a little difficult to breathe in here. Where should I see them?’

‘Ask Frederiks if you can borrow his sitting room to conduct the interviews.’

‘Okay.’

‘Have you seen DS Roland, by the way? Thought we were meant to meet here at eight and it’s now half past.’

‘Yup. He went over to see the SOCOs in Cavendish’s study about half an hour ago. Haven’t seen him since. He was complaining of toothache. Not a happy chappy, by the looks of things.’

‘I’m going over now so I’ll catch him there. Shit!’

‘What, Ma’am?’

‘I’ve just automatically logged on to get into our files and realised there isn’t even a phone socket in here, let alone broadband! Get on to someone and have them connect us up, will you, ASAP?’

‘I’ll do my best, but don’t hold your breath.’

‘I need to see what we’ve got on Hugh Daneman, if anything. Call HQ and tell them to email anything they find on him to me immediately. And search me out a telephone socket to use in the meantime, will you? I’ve got to go.’

Miles eyed her as she slammed her laptop shut. ‘Makes you wonder how they did it in the days before technology, doesn’t it, Ma’am?’ His eyes were twinkling.

Walking towards the door, Jazz turned to him. ‘Reckon Miss Marple saw it in the tea leaves. She certainly drank enough of the stuff. See you later.’

‘I’ll get you a couple of nice scones for your lunch, shall I?’ Miles called as the door slammed behind her.

Jazz found the SOCOs in the entrance hall of Fleat House.

She shook hands and introduced herself to the head of the Norwich Scene of Crime Investigation unit.

‘Shirley Adams.’ The woman shook Jazz’s hand firmly. ‘Good to meet you, Ma’am.’

‘Find anything?’ Jazz asked her.

‘Not a lot, I’m afraid.’ Shirley shrugged. ‘The study has been swept clean. Managed to find a couple of fingerprints, some hairs, the usual stuff. I’ll pass these on to the lab and they’ll be in touch as soon as they’ve analysed them.’

‘You got my message about Hugh Daneman’s house?’ Jazz asked.

‘Yes, we’re going straight across there now.’

‘Good.’ Jazz fished in her pocket for the front door key and handed it to DS Roland, who was lurking uncomfortably behind Shirley. ‘Roland’ll let you in. I’ll try and pop in later if I can.’

‘I might have to go to the dentist after, Ma’am. Got chronic toothache,’ said Roland.

‘Ask Shirley to pull it out for you. Sure she’s good at that,’ Jazz smiled, but the joke fell flat and Roland glared at her. ‘I’ll see you back at the incident room later.’

‘Yes, Ma’am.’

Jazz turned and found Matron standing behind her.

‘Morning, Matron. I’ve come to see Rory Millar.’

‘I know, but you can’t see him now. He was very unwell in the night and he’s just gone to sleep.’