7
IT DOESN’T MAKE SENSE
When he received Lark’s report next morning, Inspector Platt was delighted.
‘I knew it!’ he greeted his superior, bursting with the news. ‘I was right, after all.’
‘What’s all this?’ enquired the chief constable good humouredly as he called in to hear the latest reports. ‘Not like you to get excited so early in the day.’
Platt waved the tape recorder as if he was about to kiss it and placed it reverently on the desk in front of him. ‘Listen to this, sir. It proves what I said. It was that Brenda Williams all the time.’
‘Hm, seems to bear out what you said, sure enough,’ agreed Mayfield, after listening to the recording. ‘Who’s that she’s talking to? The voice sounds familiar.’
‘Oh, that’s that Bruce character I was telling you about and that handyman from the
