CHAPTER 27At a little after nine next morning Inspector Crisp was on the line to the Chief Constable.
“Felix Brand has come back, sir. Turned up last night and rang us up this morning.”
“Has he made any statement?”
“A lot of c**k-and-bull stuff about finding her dead and swimming off into the blue. I should say it was a pretty clear case.”
March said, “I don’t know. Where are you speaking from?”
“Cove House.”
“Well, just hold everything. I think I’ll come along.”
Crisp had a black frown as he hung up the receiver. Nature had made it easy for his bristling eyebrows to meet. They met now, making a lowering bar above alert and angry eyes. He was a zealous and efficient officer, but afflicted with an acute sense of class-consciousness. The Chief Constable came from the class of which he
