I thought of Miss Marple’s churchwarden with his separate establishment. Was this a case resembling that?
I wondered more than ever where Haydock came in? He had saved Mrs. Lestrange from having to give evidence at the inquest. He had done his best to protect her from the police.
How far would he carry that protection?
Supposing he suspected her of crime—would he still try and shield her?
She was a curious woman—a woman of very strong magnetic charm. I myself hated the thought of connecting her with the crime in any way.
Something in me said, “It can’t be her!”
Why?
And an imp in my brain replied: “Because she’s a very beautiful and attractive woman. That’s why.”
There is, as Miss Marple would say, a lot of human nature in all of us.