face.
âYouâve come for a cup of coffee, of course.â
âNo one makes coffee like Aunt Judy.â
âFlatterer,â she said, pleased at the tribute, and reaching for a fresh cup and saucer. âYouâve come for information straight from the horseâs mouth.â
âIf the stable door hasnât been bolted after the horse has gone.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â asked his uncle.
âThe seven oâclock news mentionedSuperintendent Drury. He has Bill Hazard with him. Theyâre a close team, John. It just could be you were told not to talk to the Press.â
John Cadman grinned widely at his nephewâs reference to himself as Press. He wondered how it would sound if he referred to himself as the medical profession. It might be enough to get him certified.
âNo, I wasnât told to keep a still tongue in my head, Rollo,â he said.
âFine. Then you can give me what you know before I turn up at the
Gazette
. That should earn a grudging word of thanks from old Simpson, our news editor.â
By the time Rollo had finished the cup of coffee poured for him by his aunt, he knew as much as John Cadman could tell him. The recital had not brought a look of excitement to the nephewâs face.
âPut like that, John, it doesnât sound much,â he said.
âYou mean it was hardly worth struggling through the mist to collect. Well, nevermind. The coffee, Iâm sure, made the trip worthwhile.â
Rollo Hackley grinned.
âNow, you two,â said Judy Cadman. âStop sparring. You havenât told us what the announcer said about your uncle.â
âHe said the man who discovered the body was Dr John Cadman, and that Superintendent Drury had taken over the case. The victim wasnât named. Oh, yes, he added that Dr Cadman had been returning from a late-night call.â
âNothing about the streets being dark due to the power strike?â the doctor inquired.
His nephew shook his head. âWhy do you ask? Was that relevant in any way?â
John Cadmanâs face remained bland. He didnât want to lead Rollo into a blind alley.
âI was only thinking that darkness can help a man who wants to vanish after committing murder.â
âWhy a man necessarily?â the younger man probed.
âJust my impression. The victim was stabbed in the back and the knife reachedthe heart. It didnât suggest a womanâs work to me, but then Iâve been spared much experience with modern Butch types.â
âJohn!â exclaimed Judy Cadman, feigning shock at his choice of words.
Rollo stood up. âWell, thanks for the coffee, Aunt Judy.â
âAnother cup? I think I can squeeze out another.â
âNo, thanks. John.â The young man turned to his uncle. âItâs all right if I quote you?â
âIf you mean correctly â of course. But donât put words into my mouth. I donât want to rub this Superintendent Drury the wrong way. Whatâs his reputation?â
âCompetent. Heâll get the killer.â
âYou sound very assured.â
âThatâs the sort of detective Drury is. Well, Iâll be battling my way back through the misty rush hour, folks. Iâll ring you later, John, if thatâs okay.â
âAny time that isnât surgery hours, Rollo, though I canât see how Iâll be much use to you. Iâve got to make a statement to the police and then Iâllimagine theyâll be pleased to forget me. I came on the body within minutes â â
John Cadman stopped short, seeming a little confused.
âYouâve been holding out,â his nephew accused, smiling but looking keenly at the other.
âI just mean that, being a doctor, I could tell that the dead man had not been dead long. Thatâs all.â
âHow long?â
âI think youâd better let the police surgeon