‘Don’t be absurd,’ Miriam Hazlett snapped when Yarrow asked her to accompany him to the station in connection with the murder of Selena Kirkham.
‘Please come with me, madam,’ Yarrow repeated, without raising his voice.
‘I shall do no such thing, this is outrageous.’
‘I can, if you prefer, arrest you and get Constable Balderstone here to handcuff you and physically drag you to the car, but I suggest that is something you would prefer not to countenance, considering the attention it will draw from your neighbours.’
‘Very well, if you insist, but I shall first, of course, be telephoning my uncle Sir Malcolm Breardon, who will put an immediate halt to this nonsense.’
‘No, madam, you will not. Once we reach the station, you will be allowed one phone call, I suggest you make it to a solicit
