'What is it this time?' Ellen Hadleigh sank into her worn armchair after she had let them in.
'We know that you lied to us, Mrs Hadleigh,' said Rafferty. 'You might as well admit it. You knew who Moon was the day before he was murdered.' He took the borrowed clippings out of his pocket and laid them in her lap. 'I believe you've already seen these. Do you want to tell me about it?'
She drew in a ragged, breath and stared at the yellowing clippings as if she had never seen them before, but she didn't attempt to deny the truth of what Rafferty had told her. 'I thought...' she began and then stopped.
'You thought Mrs Astell wouldn't say anything?'
She nodded. 'I'd been up in the attic that morning, sorting out a load of old films that had belonged to her father. They were that dusty, so I
