Detective Chief Inspector Johnson had been bullying Roland Cove and his solicitor for two hours, after a night in the cells. Sergeant Mills thought that he needed a break, let alone the suspect.
“Let’s start again, Mr Cove, do you own a cravat, made by Boyes & Son? I am showing the accused a cravat, dark red with fancy gold patterns on it.”
Roland shook his head and sighed. “Fleur-de-lis symbols.”
“Oh, sorry. Fleur-de-lis,” Johnson said sarcastically. “Thank you for illuminating us commoners on that, Sir. I’ll be sure to call them that at your trial to the judge. And I’ll get some embroidered on your prison uniform when they lock you up for murder. But if you would be so good as to tell us, is this your cravat?”
“Yes. I’ve already said I own one like it. I have no idea how it ended up
