Robert woke with a start next morning as the telephone started ringing again. With an effort, he propped himself up and focussed his eyes on the bedside clock. ‘Nine o’clock.’ He had overslept. ‘Who’s that?’ he managed drowsily.
‘Robert?’
‘Oh, it’s you, Jill. What’s up?’
‘Wake up, lazybones. D’you know what the time is?’
‘Sorry, I was late getting to bed. I was trying to get hold of Gus.’
‘I thought I’d warn you and bring you up to date. Your friend Platt has been on to Brenda and is coming to see her at ten o’clock this morning to ask her a load of questions.’
‘Where she was at the time, you mean?’ He caught on. ‘Not surprising, she had a strong motive on the face of it, with all that money he left her.’ Feeling protective, he urged, ‘Listen, when can I see you, this business of the
