Matthew shrugged. “I imagine they would’ve eventually. For all of that, it would never, never have driven Daisy Cooke to kill herself.”

“But perhaps there was something else, something people didn’t know about that had trapped her.”

Matthew smiled and nodded toward the wall of art: “See that picture of Hever Castle? That’s the water maze. Daisy loved to look at that. I said, ‘You’d get damned wet, wouldn’t you, working your way out? If you could get out.’

“‘There’s always a way out,’ she said. That was Daisy. She’d’ve found a way.”

“Did you know the Summerstons, Mr. Bewley? They spent a number of holidays here, I understand.”

“Saw them. I didn’t know them, no. But you might want to have a word with Jack Couch. I’m pretty sure he knew Mr. Summerston. Sir Gerald, was he?”

“Yes. Where would I find Mr. Couch?”

“Right along there.” Matthew Bewley was at the door now, pointing off to his right. “Just past the Bryher shop. Before the quay. Anyone can tell you.”

“Thanks.”

Jury tapped at the glass door, which was open a couple of inches. “Mr. Couch?” he called out.

A thin, wiry man came through from another room, opened the door and said, “That’s me. What can I do for you?”

Jury had his ID out and brought it up to eye level. “Sorry to bother you, but—”

“Scotland Yard? Who was this woman, anyway, that had them sending in the big guns?”

Jury eyed the shotgun mounted on the wall. “That a Winchester, Mr. Couch?”

He smiled. “It is indeed, only this didn’t shoot her.”

Jury returned the smile. “And that’s not why I’m here.”

“Good. Come on back with me, will you, I want to finish cleaning a rifle back here.”

He led Jury through a small dining room into a smaller room that was lined with cabinets and had in its center a table with a gun clamp that held a rifle. Jury looked around at the cabinets. “Guns?”

“I collect them. Believe me, they’re all registered. And I keep it locked up in here tight as a drum. Kids love the place, so I have to be doubly careful.”

“You have children here?”

“Not to worry, they never get their hands on any of them. And to make up for it, I give gun talks. I tell them, if they want to visit the house, they have to come to the talks.”

Jury smiled. “Lectures?”

“You bet: the danger of guns. They have to memorize a few rules, too.”

“You must be popular with the kids around here. Do you know Zoe and Zillah Noyes?”