Chapter 34

“She’s been interviewing the night watchman. Interesting, isn’t it? Just thought I’d tell you, so you can keep an eye on things.” He hung up the receiver, and I was left to make of that what I could. I remember that Alex Davis was there that night, Howard’s attorney. He was settled comfortably in the library with a glass of old port at his elbow, and what with the port and probably an excellent dinner tucked away, he was unusually talkative. A fat man, Alex Davis, with small sharp black eyes set in a broad expanse …