Cleo finished her coffee at the Huddle Inn and drove
to the school.
On the way she phoned Gary to tell him the identity
of the dead man and that she would break the news to Jessie. He said thanks,
but inside he was smouldering.
Cleo’s realised that she would have to talk to Molly
again, since Molly was well informed about what went on in her village, so she
drove back to the Huddle Inn. Molly was wiping tables and generally tidying up.
Dorothy had been too busy to call on Cleo on
Wednesday evening, though her curiosity nearly got the better of her. But she
had been promising to go to the vicarage for supper for simply ages and thought
Edith would be offended if she refused again. So on Thursday morning Cleo and
Dorothy had plenty to tell one another.
On Wednesday morning Chris Marlow delivered the
initial forensic report to Gary Hurley. It stated categorically that the stab
wounds had been delivered soon after death but were not the cause of death.
Though they had made a lot of mess, they were relatively superficial and
probably only meant to mislead. The police were to believe that Kitty Oldfield
had been stabbed to death by an intruder.
On Monday evening Robert Jones delivered the usual
order to the school. Cleo had phoned him and told him what had happened. He
wondered how everyone would be fed that evening and in the near future. Mrs
Oldfield's gormless assistant would do nothing
to ease the situation.
She was lying on the kitchen floor; motionless
because she was stone dead; face down because she had been attacked from
behind; bathed in blood because she had been stabbed. The murder weapon lay on
the floor beside her. It was her own favourite kitchen knife, one of those
smart Japanese knives chefs use in smart kitchens: long, sharp, lethal and
glistening, except that this blade was now dulled by congealed blood.