Cicely said, “Yes.”
It might have been quite an ordinary conversation. They might have been talking about any of the things which gave him that familiar intolerant look. They were talking about how he had murdered Louise Rogers and buried her body in the cellar under the Forester’s House.
His hands were out of his pockets now. He used one of them to push back his wet hair.
“Then I had my second bit of bad luck. I waited till it was dark and I opened up the cellar and took along the tools I should want. I’d got it all most carefully planned, but you just can’t fight your luck. It wasn’t any too easy getting the body from where I’d put it, but I managed. I had to put my torch on at the Forester’s House to find the doorway, and when the beam fell on her I saw that one of those earrings was
