Chapter 17Edwin
“You haven't exactly been honest with us, have you, Albert?”
Ross, Drake and Christine Bland were seated in the small lounge of the Cretingham home. Well, in truth only the two women were seated. Ross deliberately stood in front of the bay window, purposely partially blocking the evening sunshine from penetrating the room. His stance also served to intimidate Cretingham the elder, or so he hoped. The younger Albert Cretingham also stood, behind his father's armchair, hoping to give his father whatever support he could. He already knew, or rather had sensed, that the police were not quite as friendly as on their previous visit.
“How's that then?” the elder Albert Cretingham appeared genuinely puzzled by Ross's firm assertion. “I don't tell lies, Inspector.”
“Well, if tha
