THE FIRST DOOR HE KNOCKED on brought no response. Of course at this time of day most people were at work. He tried the next door. This time they struck luckier in that one of the householders was in but struck out when she told them the family sat in the back room, not the front, so had seen nothing.
The next door was another no response. It wasn’t until they got to the last house in the row that their luck changed. An elderly man answered the door. He was taciturn at first, disinclined to answer their questions, but he thawed and invited them in, when Rafferty mentioned that he was a friend of the landlord of The Railway Arms.
‘Good bloke, Andy.’ Cyril Matlock introduced himself as he bid them to be seated in his front living room. ‘Always got time for an old man, not like some pub land
