“Your daughter,” said Rathe.
“I told you, I don’t like to talk about her.” Lanyon’s voice was flint.
“You told me that the dinner party you held the other week was for her fortieth. That would make her of a similar age to Richard Temple.”
“Would it?” Lanyon had no intention that his words should be taken as a genuine question.
Rathe replaced the photograph on the desk and fixed his gaze on Lanyon. “From the very beginning, I couldn’t understand why Temple had been murdered in a church. I asked Cook the question: whoever murdered Temple, whether that was Nicholas Barclay or someone else, could have done it anywhere. So why in the church, specifically? You mentioned to me that you thought Temple had undergone some change of personality, after his argument at your party with Barclay. In f
