Chapter Forty-TwoBy the time the DCI and his sergeant had reached the hotel, they had worked out a plan. Entering separately, Alan would make his way up the stairs to Agnes's room, leaving Andrews to walk casually into the drawing room. Both had left their coats in the car some distance away, making it appear they were staying at the hotel and had merely popped outside for a cigarette.
Agnes peered through the peephole when she heard the knock on her door and was relieved when she saw Alan standing outside. She opened the door and quickly pulled him inside.
“Isn't this exciting?” she said.
“Exciting, Agnes? I was already worried sick about you and now I'm concerned about Morris.” Alan sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Oh my goodness, I'd forgotten about Morris.” She clasped her hand to
