‘Sir, I had a thought we came down the stairs,’ Marcus Harding said as they walked towards Yarrow’s Riley, ‘you remember Doris Sutton? Sorry, sir, of course you do.’
Doris Sutton was the girl-friend of executed bank robber Frankie Starling, hanged for the murder of a wages clerk.
‘Now I come to think of it, I think perhaps I do remember,’ Yarrow responded dryly.
‘Well, sir, when I interviewed her husband, Horace Sutton the butcher, he told me he had met Doris in a private photography club when she was modelling in the nude and I’m sure he said it was at Peterson’s photography shop.’
‘Can’t be too many private photography clubs in West Garside offering nude models.’
‘No, sir, that’s what I thought.’
Yarrow and Harding stopped for a few moments to look into Peterson’s shop window. The
