Even a charitable soul like Father Anthony would have described the look given him by Detective Inspector Shaw as jaundiced.
“Well, well, we meet again so soon, Father,” he said, “and once more in unfortunate circumstances.”
“I do hope the young man is not too badly hurt. I came as soon as I could.”
The policeman gave the priest a penetrating stare. He used this ploy whenever he wanted to unsettle his interlocutor so that he could catch an unguarded remark. The clergyman had irritated him at the perp’s flat. It was blindingly obvious that Conley had killed his girlfriend and somehow roped the priest into giving him an alibi, but nobody was going to pull the wool over Inspector Mark Shaw’s eyes. Nonetheless, he chose to reassure the clergyman:
“He was wearing sensible leathers and a cra
