“Roland was out, conferring with Simon Parbitter, so Jane had the house and Ian to herself. Once again, Ian accepted a small whisky and a chair in the sitting room which was cheered by a log fire in the grate. ‘I opened that letter to Miss Maple,’ he began. Jane was mildly shocked. Forgetting for a moment the special responsibilities of the police she remembered instead the sanctity of other peoples’ mail. ‘Should you have?’ ‘Yes, I should,’ Ian snapped. ‘She’s a witness and I have reason to bel...ieve that she’s holding back evidence concerning the identity of Knifeman.’ ‘Sorry. You’re quite right. You’re taking this case very seriously, aren’t you?’ ‘Yes, I am. Once somebody starts using a weapon there’s no knowing where it will end. If it’s a firearm it may turn out to be a toy or a replica, or if it’s real there may be no ammunition for it. But a knife is a knife and it’s always ready for use. Some day somebody will provoke him, there will be blood and he’ll be on the down-slope.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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