Chapter Twenty Two'We know they murdered Mr Findhorn,' Lorna looked around the police office with its high desk and uniformed constables in top hats and blue uniforms.
'We do,' Sergeant Caswell agreed. 'Now we need a confession, or at least proof to make sure that some clever lawyer does not wriggle them off the hook.'
'They were going to murder Margaret and me in the same manner,' Lorna reminded.
'I am well aware of that,' Caswell said. 'That alone does not conclusively prove that they did the same to Mr Findhorn.' He sipped at his mug of tea. 'I have a sure way of finding the truth. We'll put them together and allow them to accuse each other. Do you want to watch the next act in this sordid little drama, Miss Buchanan?'
Lorna nodded. 'I do,' she said.
'Then come along with me,' Serg
