An hour later, closeted with the manager of the enquiry agency, Robert explained his mission.
‘Hm, twenty odd years ago, eh? That’s going back a bit. Never mind. I got my girl to go through our files after you phoned and, hopefully, she may have come across what you’re looking for.’ He pressed a buzzer. ‘Ah, Jenny, any luck? Right, let’s have it. Bring it in.’
Turning over to the marked page, he exclaimed, ‘Here we are, the “Tom Conway” enquiry.’ He began, half reading to himself. ‘I can see where the problem occurred. Our chap, who dealt with it, is retired long since, but he seems to have made a decent enough report. It says here that Conway became acquainted with a nurse called Sheila Hickey.’
Robert started and leant forward eagerly. ‘Did you say “Hickey”? That’s extraordinary, Tom
