suits them even better.â
âYou said you know heâs not guilty. How do you know?â asked Jude. âHave you got proof that he wasnât at the stables at the relevant time?â
âNo, I donât. He could have been there, for all I know. But Donalâs not capable of murder.â
âDid he and your husband get along?â asked Carole.
âNo, they didnât actually. Walter thought Donal was a thieving layaboutâwhich he was sometimesâand Walter didnât want him hanging around Long Bamber. I didnât mind, because sometimes he was very useful to me. That was another issue on which my husband and I did not see eye to eye. Walter was always an intolerant bigot.â
No inhibitions about speaking ill of the dead then. Lucinda Fleet was maintaining the detachment sheâd shown when first informed of her husbandâs death.
âYou used the word âthieving,ââ said Carole. âWas that just colourful language or do you mean Donal actually wasâis a thief?â
âOh, heâs a thief all right. I have to have eyes in the back of my head when heâs around the stables. But thatâs part of the deal with him. If you want to take advantage of his knowledge of horses, then you have to reconcile yourself to losing a bit of small change, or tack, or anything else youâve left lying around.â
âHis knowledge of horses must be pretty exceptional,â Carole sniffed.
âIt is. Thatâs the point.â
There was an asperity in Lucindaâs tone that suggested Carole was rubbing her up the wrong way. Jude intervened to defuse the situation.
âAnyway, why did you want to talk to us? We donât even know Donal, so we canât be much help providing an alibi for him or anything of that kind.â
âNo, but you were the first there at the scene ofâ¦at the scene of the crime. You might have seen something that proves the police should be looking for someone else.â
âDonât imagine they didnât ask us about that,â said Carole. âThose detectives gave us both quite a grilling.â
âYes, but if there was just somethingâ¦â
âThe only detail that I remember,â said Jude, ââand I told the police this, so itâs nothing newâis that when I went in through the stable doors that night, Iâm pretty sure I heard the noise of a gate or door closing the other side of the yard.â
âThe murderer making his getaway?â asked Lucinda eagerly.
âPossibly. Maybe even probably.â
âBut you didnât see anyone?â
âNo, just heard the noise.â
âSo that doesnât help Donal at all.â
ââFraid not.â
âWhere does Donal live?â asked Carole suddenly.
âHere, there, everywhere. Someone who knows as much about the local horse population as Donal can always find an empty loose box or outbuilding somewhere. So I suppose heâs officially âof no fixed abode.â Which is of course another reason for the police to arrest him.â
âThe reason I ask is that, that night at the stablesââCarole had gone too far to cover up her professional lapse nowââI went into what I believe you call the tack roomâ¦?â
âThe big one?â
âYes.â
âThatâs my tack room, where I keep all the tack that belongs to the stables. Every owner has their own tack room too, but theirs are much smaller.â
âWell, I went in thereâyou know, having seen the bodyâlooking for someone to help, and I saw that there was a kind of bed made up there, with a sleeping bag.â
âYes, that sometimes gets usedâyou know, if a horse is ill or foaling, some of the owners insist on staying on the premises. Itâs not used very often.â
âI got the impression, the night I was there, that it had been used quite