CHAPTER V
MOTIVE?Tuesday morning ushered in a spell of fine, frosty weather. For the first time since the Inspector had started to investigate the Clayton case, he could look up over the roofs of Keswick and see the snow-capped ridge of the Skiddaw range etched in detail against a hard, blue sky. His spirits responded to the invigorating nip in the early morning air and it was in an optimistic mood that he set off after breakfast to his office.
He felt more than pleased with the result of the overnight post mortem, and shortly after nine he was in touch with the Superintendent at Carlisle. He seemed as pleased as Meredith that the autopsy had produced a positive result.
“A feather in your cap, Inspector. There’s absolutely no doubt now that Clayton was murdered. I mean there was no poin
