I said: "Hello, Janine!"
She said shortly: "Well, what is it now?"
I smiled at her. "You sound tough," I said, "or, alternatively, you make me sound importunate— I think that's the word— importunate— isn't it?"
She said: "Is it? I don't think I mind. Did you want to tell me something or ask me something?"
I said: "You were perfectly right about Sammy Carew. I went round to the mortuary and had a look at him. He looked quite nice. His face wasn't touched at all."
She said: "Yes? And the rest of him?"
"The rest of him wasn't so good," I said. "He'd been messed about with considerably, I should say, by the look of it. By the way, I wish you'd tell me something. This policeman who came back to the house and told you that Sammy was dead— did he tell you that he'd seen him leave the house,
