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residents of the Tomlin Cottages, and so far we’ve managed to keep the two inquiries separate. But the fact remains that both of the dead men, Mr. Willingham and Mr. Brady, had a very good view of your father’s cottage. We’ve been told by another witness that your father’s motorcar was returned after he went missing. This witness saw one person driving it, and since your father wasn’t there the next morning, we have to believe that it was his killer who brought the motorcar back. Both Mr. Willingham and Mr. Brady were closer to the shed than our third witness. They could very well have seen the driver more clearly. If the police can’t prove otherwise, then a connection will be made between your father’s death and the other murders.” He could see the color draining from her face. “It’s been my experience, Miss Parkinson, that murdering another human being is easier after the first time. If you didn’t kill those men, then we must assume it was Rebecca, trying to protect you.”

“My sister did nothing of the sort! You’re trying to frighten me. Go away.”

“You can shut the door, if you like, and I’ll leave. But what I’ve told you won’t leave with me. It will echo in your head until you come to your senses and act to protect yourself. She’s your sister, Miss Parkinson, but she’s placed your own life at risk. Can’t you see that?”

“You’re wrong,” she told him resolutely. “You are wrong—”

“Then tell me what the truth is and let me deal with it.”

“There’s nothing to tell.” Her voice held a world of sorrow. “This business at the cottages has nothing to do with us. And you said yourself that my father’s body—if it is his—was found a long way from here.”

“Miss Parkinson, listen to me. Whatever happened, you must find the courage to speak out. If you’re afraid of your sister, we’ll protect you—”

“Why should I be afraid of her? She’s done nothing. Nothing at all. And this talk about murders to cover up what witnesses saw is wild guessing, nothing else. Let this witness meet me face-to-face and tell me I was there. I was not.”

“But you can’t speak for Rebecca, can you? If you weren’t there, you can’t prove or disprove that she might have been. Come in and give us a statement, tell us what you know. Let us set the record straight.”

“If I sign a statement, you’ll use it against Becky. She’s the only family I have left. Do you think my mother would ever forgive me if I did something that would hurt Becky? Do you think I could forgive myself? My father is dead. There’s nothing more I can do to hurt him, and nothing more he can do to hurt me. Let it go.”

“Murder isn’t something I can walk away from. When I leave here, I’m going to take a statement from the witness who saw your father’s motorcar return three nights after your father left. The motorcar is there still. But in the rear seat I found something that you or your sister overlooked. It’s a tab from the respirator he was—”

She moved so quickly he couldn’t have forestalled her. The door was slammed, and he could hear on the other side the rasp of the bolt as it was shoved into place.

He had planted the seeds of doubt about her sister in Sarah Parkinson’s mind. It was what he had come to do. But he felt unclean now.

“It was a cruel thing ye did.”

“What would you have me do? Tell me,” Rutledge demanded impatiently as he cranked the motorcar’s engine. “Tell me how else I could show her the danger ahead, if she remains loyal to her sister. Hill will come round to thinking this same way. He’s no fool.”

“Would you betray your sister?”

“The circumstances here are different.” But even as he denied it, he knew how much he loved Frances and would protect her.

“No’ sae different in my view,” Hamish said dryly, as if he’d read Rutledge’s mind.

“You had no sisters or brothers. How can you be so sure what you’d have done in my shoes?”

“Aye, it’s true. All the same, you’ll no’ get anywhere with this lass.”

He had a strong feeling Hamish might be right. In the end, they could very well get away with murder if they could prove they hadn’t touched Willingham or Brady.

And while it was