In The Grip Of The Crime

“Do you think so? It is not so for me or my husband Alfred. We love the sea a lot, especially in winter when there isn’t much chaos in the city. We own a sailing boat. My husband is a member of the local Nautical Club.”

The man nodded pensive. “Well, where were we? Ah, yes! At what time did you leave London precisely?”

“At about five o’clock in the evening”

“Did you carry out a check on the car before leaving?”

“Do you mean from London or from Harwich?”

“From Harwich.”

“No, the car is rather old, but in the last few months it has not given me any particular problems. I rarely use the car. I generally go to work by walk. I take the car when it rains, or when I have to go out of town to London. It seemed fine to me, for as much as we women understand when it comes to engines, at least women of my age.”

“How old are you?”

“Fifty-six years old”

“At what time did the breakdown happen?”

“I would say about an hour later, around six o’clock in the evening more or less. I stayed in the car for a good quarter of an hour, trying to put it in motion, but with no success. I got off the car hoping to get help from some driver, but in vain. As I did not have any lights with me or anything else, and considering the main road not very safe, I thought to reach Dovercourt through the countryside. I walked until I saw the villa, and I rang the bell. Here everyone was very kind to me, I stayed at the villa for about an hour, and then Lawyer Tedder took me back home.”