Date: Mon, 30 Jun 2003 17:14:09 +0100 (BST)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Martin roberts Investigates the Greymount College Murders - 9

DISCLAIMER:
This is a story. None of the characters in the story
exist and the events that take place are purely
imaginary. This is a detective story with sexual
overtones and is a sequel to `Martin Roberts
Investigates'. I hope that you like this as a piece of
writing.

WARNING:
Do not read this story if you are in any way offended
by acts of a homosexual nature.

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Always indulge in safe sex.

Copyright Steven Rose 2003. Not to be reproduced
without the author's permission.

MARTIN ROBERTS INVESTIGATES THE GREYMOUNT COLLEGE
MURDERS

Chapter 9

As things turned out the Martin and Tom slept quite
well but were awoken earlier that usual with news from
Sussex that David Graham had been located and detailed
by local police and was being brought back to London
for questioning. It was now only a matter of time
before they would be able to answer some of the
questions that had troubled them since the College
cricket coach had disappeared. Martin telephoned Mark
who was still working on trying to find out more about
the mysterious Margaret Gordon and told him that the
cricket coach had been detained. However, the
Superintendent stressed that he did not want the news
to be generally known until they were satisfied that
David Graham was either the culprit or was in
possession of dangerous knowledge. As soon as he
learnt that David Graham was now in custody, the Chief
Inspector told Mike in confidence what had occurred
and then left the Sergeant in charge of the delving
before returning home to change and be ready to
interview the prime suspect. Martin also decided that
he would divert David Graham to Scotland Yard for the
interview rather than holding it at Mark's local
Police Station. The Superintendent telephoned his
instructions to the driver of the car that was
bringing the suspect up from the Sussex coast and then
passed on this information to Ruth, Mark's wife, so
that she could tell him when he arrived home.

Before he left the house, Martin saw the children
briefly before saying a fond farewell to them and Tom
and made his way by the London Underground to Scotland
Yard. He was in his office for quite a while before
Mark arrived. It was quite a shock to be back in the
office that he had known so well for so many years
before he was promoted and moved on and Mark noted
that little had changed. There was a photograph of the
two children, Harry and Simon, on Martin's desk but
apart from that the untidy mess was much as Mark
remembered it. The Superintendent observed the Chief
Inspector's arrival and noted that Mark was looking
almost as bad as he used to do when his son, David,
was very small. As he came in through the door, Martin
grinned at his friend and said,

"You look as though you've been up all night! With
another child on the way, you'd better get used to
short nights and early mornings!"

"I know I will, sir, but I was hoping it wouldn't be
for a few months yet!"

"I arranged for an interview room for when David
Graham arrives and I thought I'd go in hard first of
all. I think Mike is probably right that he didn't
kill those two people, but I want him to be even more
scared of me than he is of whoever frightened him
away."

At that moment, the telephone on Martin's desk rang
and he received the news that David Graham had arrived
and was being taken to the interview room. Mark and
Martin walked down the corridor to where the cricket
coach was waiting for them. Looking in through the
door, they saw a crouched and hunched man who looked
like a rabbit caught in the headlights of a car. When
they had last seen David Graham he had been quite
buoyant and self-confident but now he looked a beaten
man. Mark almost felt sorry for him but noted the
steely determination in Martin's eye and realised his
friend the Superintendent was determined to discover
the truth. The two senior Police Officers walked into
the room and David Graham hardly looked up. Martin
addressed one of the PCs that were also present,

"Has Mr Graham been cautioned?"

"Yes, sir."

"Has he asked for legal representation?"

"No, sir"

"Mr Graham, would you like to have a solicitor present
for this interview which will, I remind you, be under
caution?"

David Graham looked up and shook his head,

"I'm in danger of losing my life, Superintendent, I
don't see how a solicitor can help."

"OK, Mr Graham. For the benefit of the tape I'm
Superintendent Martin Roberts and with me is Chief
Inspector Mark Jamieson. We are interviewing Mr David
Graham who has declined legal representation. Please
will you state your full name, address and date of
birth for the records, Mr Graham?"

David Graham did so in a subdued and almost mumbled
manner and Martin then asked his first question.

"The evidence from your house suggests that you left
in something of a hurry, Mr Graham. Why did you run
away? Were you frightened we might be on to you and
were coming to arrest you for the murders of Lawrence
Miller and Paul Ferris?"

Slightly emboldened, David Graham looked back at the
Superintendent and replied,

"Arrest me for the murders? Of course I didn't think
that, I have killed any one. I left because I realised
that I might be the next victim of whoever is doing
the killing and I had a pretty good idea of who it was
too!"

"So who was it, Mr Graham and why?"

"I believe that Andy Stephens is trying to kill me and
that he killed Lawrence Miller and Paul Ferris."

Martin looked at Mark who pit into words the two
policemen's mutual surprise,

"Andy Stephens? But why?"

"I'll try to explain my reasons in full. As you may
know I was a successful cricketer before an accident
cut my career short. After that accident I descended
into depression and a world of drink and drugs. I was
a mess and could not get out of it but then I got sent
a lifeline. My sister ^Ö stepsister actually ^Ö came to
my rescue. She had recently married a man much older
than herself and he had just been appointed to the job
of Principal of a private London College. As I suppose
you can guess it was Greymount College and my
stepsister is Lizzie Scott-Brown. We always called her
Lizzie which is her middle name but he real name was
always Margaret."

"So that's who Margaret Gordon is", Martin exclaimed
out loud.

"Yes, my father died and my mother re-married and her
new husband had a daughter Margaret but as I said she
was always known to everyone as Lizzie. She was quite
a lot younger than I was as you can tell but we always
got on well. So, after she was married and Alex got
the job at Greymount, Lizzie said that if I could get
straight she would organise a job for me as the
College's cricket coach. True to her word, she
persuaded Alex who can be a bit of a pain I know, to
give me a chance and I did it and got clean and have
worked happily there for the last few years."

"So what happened to change things?" Martin asked,
quietly,

"In two words Andy Stephens."

"How? I don't understand," prompted Martin now
fascinated by the revelations that David Graham was
about to make known.

"I found out that he and Lizzie were having an affair.
I knew he was a lady's man but he had a girlfriend,
that nurse woman, Anna Young and I had heard rumours
that he sometimes picked up girls at parties as well.
I was a bit shocked to learn that Lizzie was one of
his conquests, I thought she had better taste and then
I got worried about what would happen if Alex found
out. It could be very messy. Lizzie could be divorced,
I could lose my job and I couldn't face that."

"How did you find out about Lizzie's affair?"

"By accident. I was putting some cricket stuff away
one afternoon after checking it prior to the start of
the season and I saw Andy coming along the path that
led to the tower and wondered what he was doing there.
I was about to ask him when I saw Lizzie emerging from
the other path that leads to the tower. I didn't ask
Andy anything but later that day I confronted Lizzie
and asked her what was going on. After a bit of
badgering by me my stepsister admitted that she had
been seeing Andy and that they were having an affair.
I told her that I thought she was mad and argued that
she was putting her position as wife of the Principal
in danger and she told me she didn't care. I replied
that I did care as I might lose everything as well and
that whatever she thought I was going to try to put a
stop to it before the news got out."

"And what did you intend to do to stop it?"

"I thought I would confront Andy about his affair,
threaten to expose him to Anna Young and persuade him
to leave Lizzie alone. The first time I saw him, he
just laughed and said that Anna was `cool' about his
affairs, but I didn't believe him. I was not put off
by his initial refusal and I threatened to tell Alex
that Andy had tried to seduce his wife and that she
would back me up and he would be finished. I
threatened his career and he's an ambitious man and
wants to get promotion, a scandal like this could set
him back a lot. He was not amused and threatened me
but I told him that if he did me any harm or Lizzie
for that matter I had given instructions for a letter
detailing what I knew to be sent to Alex. He said that
he would not give in to that sort of blackmail and I
said that it was not blackmail and that I was not
asking for money, just that he leave Lizzie alone. He
said he would consider what I had said and would let
me know when he had had time to finish the affair. A
few days later he told me that he and Lizzie were
finished and that I should give him my letter as a
sign of good faith. I told him, not entirely
truthfully, that there was no such letter that I had
bluffed about it. He was very angry and said he did
not believe me and then threatened to do me harm but I
said if he did not believe me he'd have to be careful.
I did have a sort of letter but as it happened I
destroyed it after I was certain that he and Lizzie
were no longer seeing each other. I told Lizzie what I
had done and she was very upset by my actions and I
suspect that she and Andy began seeing each other
again."

"But it seems to me you had won, why would Andy dare
try to kill you?"

"Well as I say I foolishly told Lizzie I had destroyed
the letter and she must have told Andy. The day before
Lawrence Miller was murdered, I got a note from Andy
to say that he wanted to see me at the tower as he
needed to tell me something and resolve our
differences once and for all."

"Do you still have the note?" Mark enquired at this
point.

"No I couldn't find it when I last looked. Anyway I
was on my way to the tower when the principal called
me over to talk about some cricketing matter and I was
late. I saw young Paul Ferris walking up the path near
the tower and decided not to go any further. I dodged
out of sight and he did not see me but went back into
the score box for some reason. Anyway, I decided it
was too dangerous to go to the tower and in any case I
saw Andy some distance away walking in the other
direction so assumed he had thought it too dangerous
to meet there too. Later I wondered if he had found
the body and run off or if Paul had. I assumed it was
an accident like everyone else and that Lawrence
Miller had fallen through the rafters to the basement
beneath and died of his injuries."

As David Graham paused Martin asked,

"So what happened to change your mind?"

"The murder of Paul Ferris made me wonder. I had seen
Andy Stephens walking away from the tower and Paul
told me that he had seen someone near there as well.
What if Andy found out about Paul and murdered him
before he put two and two together and realised he had
been in the tower when poor Lawrence was killed? I
reckoned that if he found out I'd seen him there as
well I was next on the list and I wasn't going to hang
about to find out. That's why I left, Superintendent,
you've got to believe me."

Before Martin could reply, the cricket coach looked
straight into his eyes and said very clearly,

"I did not kill either Lawrence Miller or Paul Ferris!
What I've told you today is the truth."

Martin looked back at David Graham and said quietly,

"You do realise that you will have to be kept here in
custody until we have checked your story out, but
given what you've told us and assuming it is true,
you'd feel safer in our custody than out on the
streets, isn't that so?"

David nodded and Martin and Mark prepared to leave the
room. As they walked back, the Superintendent looked
at the Chief Inspector in a way that invited Mark to
give an opinion on what he had just heard. After a
pause Mark said,

"Well, it's certainly an explanation of sorts but he
could equally be passing the blame onto someone else.
What if he killed Lawrence because his secret had been
found out and Paul saw him emerging from the tower and
so he had to be silenced as well?"

Martin smiled and then responded,
"A possibility, I grant you. However, there are a
number of points against that proposition. First, why
draw attention to his presence near the murder scene
of Lawrence Miller at all? Second, why wait until the
day of the cricket match to kill Paul, he had plenty
of chances to get him alone and kill him before then?
Finally, given that he loves cricket why kill such a
promising player? It doesn't make sense to me."

"It could be a double bluff, sir and he may only have
realised how much Paul Ferris saw after he began to
think through the events of the day. I'm not entirely
convinced that he is innocent."

"Neither am I, Mark, but I think the odds are that he
is telling the truth."

The discussion was interrupted at this point by a
young PC running towards the two senior Officers and
saying rather breathlessly,

"Sir, please sir, Sergeant Rickwood is on the line for
you and says it is urgent."

"Thank you, Constable Pugh", Martin said, unerringly
getting the correct name, "I'll take it in my office."

The Superintendent went into his office and picked up
the phone and heard Mike's voice on the other end,

"Sir, we've found out who Margaret Gordon is, she's
.."

Martin interrupted by saying,

"David Graham's stepsister. Yes, he told us in the
interview we've just had with him. He's even told us
who he suspects is the murderer. I think it would be a
good idea if you got back here to Scotland Yard as
soon as possible but before you do make sure that the
police patrols are all in place. Also don't say a word
about us having David Graham in our custody. Now a
final couple of points. First, is Andy Stephens back
yet? If he is tell him, we'd like to talk to him
tomorrow morning. Second, can be sure to find the
Principal and let him know that we'll want to speak to
him and Mrs Scott-Browne as well tomorrow morning?
Thanks."

"Yes, sir. I'll try to be back at the Yard in under an
hour."

"Good, Mike, we'll fill you in on developments then
and sorry, by the way, for stealing your thunder about
Margaret Gordon."

Mark looked at the Superintendent when he put the
phone down and said,

"Are you talking to Lizzie Scott-Brown to confirm
David Graham's story or is there more to it than that,
sir?"

"Yes and yes, Mark. I need her to confirm his story
about the relationship and how he got the job but
another possibility is that he is lying to protect
her. He's putting the blame on Andy Stephens out of
revenge or he's trying to throw us off the scent. It's
possible that David thinks she killed Lawrence,
although quite why I'm not sure. Another possibility,
of course, is that the death was the result of David
finding out about the sexual relationship between Paul
Ferris and Lawrence Miller and that he was
blackmailing Lawrence. He arranged to meet at the
tower, they had a fight and Lawrence fell through the
rotten floor to his death."

Mark laughed and said,

"And you accused me of fantasy, sir! In any case your
last scenario conflicts with the evidence that a blow
with a cricket stump killed Lawrence Miller. David's
arm is not strong enough to do that and in any case it
does explain the death of Paul. To remind you, sir,
why would David kill such a star player?"

"You're probably right Mark but I like to think of as
many possibilities as possible and rule them out one
by one."

As things turned out that was not the only
breakthrough in the case that day. Just before Mike
Rickwood was leaving for Scotland Yard, there was
another phone call for him. It was from Bobby Marsh
who was very anxious to tell the Police Sergeant
something that he regarded as important.

After Mike had left the previous night, Bobby had met
Peter Fowler who had indicated that he hoped that the
two of them could get together for a sex session
either that evening or sometime the next day. Bobby
had pointed out that it was getting late, that there
were still other members of the cricket team in the
pavilion and the Principal had warned students that it
was dangerous to be out at night. In light of this the
older teenager suggested that the two of them delay a
rendezvous for a while and meet again during the
following day. Peter had been slightly disappointed by
this suggestion but agreed, saying that since the day
of Paul Ferris' death he had not had a wank but was
beginning to feel horny again. Bobby acknowledged that
he had also been unable to get sexually aroused but as
he spoke to the younger teen his hand went into his
pocket and Peter noted with satisfaction that his
friend was getting hard at the prospect of having a
session with him. Peter licked his lips sensuously as
he made no secret of where he was looking and what he
wanted but Bobby reaffirmed that he would have to wait
until the next day before they could get together.
That night lying in his bed in just his underwear,
Bobby had slipped his hand inside the waistband of his
jockey shorts and had fondled his hardening cock. As
he began to move his hand with increasing vigour up
and down the stiffening rod, the horny student
reminisced about the happy times he had spent with
Paul and looked forward to the session he would soon
have with Peter. Bobby pushed the shorts down off his
groin and gave way to a serious wank. He rolled his
foreskin full off the sensitive head and worked the
flowing pre-cum over it and down the shaft to
lubricate it. The increase in the speed of his hand
movements meant that inevitably a large deposit of
creamy spunk shot from his widened piss slit and
coated his chest and stomach. Bobby carefully scarped
up every last drop and ate his own cum just before he
fell into a dreamless but contented sleep.

The next morning the two horny teens had met during
the morning break and found a quiet place to converse
and make arrangements. Bobby took the lead,

"So what time is your last lesson today, Peter?"

"Just after lunch. I'm free most of the afternoon so I
could meet you after nets if you want." Peter replied.

"No, let's meet earlier. We could go to this place I
know in the woods. It's quite secluded and very safe."
Bobby said this as again his trousers began to tent up
and Peter's eyes were inevitably drawn to the
prominent bulge in the older teen's trousers, "I can't
wait too long before you get your lovely lips round
this cock of mine and suck me dry!"

Peter's own dick was also hardening as he watched the
other teenager's groin expand to its full measure and
he said, slightly breathlessly,

"Neither can I!! But do we have to go that far. How
about the cricket score box? It's closer and quite
safe if we're careful."

"It's possible, yes. Let's meet there after you've
finished your last lesson. Meet me at the back of the
score box. Don't follow me, go another way and if it's
not safe I'll walk past and `accidentally' bump into
you. OK?"

Peter nodded his agreement and then walked rather
awkwardly away as he tried to conceal the raging
erection that was tenting his trousers. He went
through the morning lessons and lunch in a dream of
his own and the final lesson of the day was a blur.
Peter only had one thought which was that very soon he
would be sucking Bobby's cock and making the older
teen shoot his jizz down the younger teen's eager
throat. As soon as the last lesson was over, Peter
deposited his books in his locker and made his way
carefully towards the score box. In the distance the
younger boy could see Bobby walking purposefully
towards the same place. However, there was a hitch. As
they each came into sight of the score box they could
see a large group of Police examining and
investigating the woodlands just behind the cricket
field and it was obvious to both of them that it would
be unsafe to use their intended location for sex. As
they met, Bobby said in a slightly annoyed tone,

"Shit! With all those people around, there's no way we
can get in and out of the score box undetected. We'll
have to think of another place and another time. And I
was so horny for you too!"

Peter said something that surprised his friend,

"Not necessarily. There's no way I'm not having your
cock down my throat I'm as horny for it as you are!! I
know where we can go and no one will see us or be
suspicious. Follow me."

Bobby followed Peter back towards the pavilion and was
slightly surprised when the younger boy walked round
the back of the building and even more surprised when
Peter opened a door and led them both inside. Once the
door was closed behind the and they were out of sight,
Bobby said quietly,

"I thought that door was locked all the time."

"No", Peter responded, "it's always been open whenever
I've tried it. It certainly was the day I caught you
and Paul in the showers! Come on, through here!!"

Peter opened a second door and Bobby realised that
this led directly to the shower area at the rear of
the pavilion. The older teenager was about to say
something but Peter was already pulling at Bobby's
belt and unzipping his trousers as he desperately
sought the object of his desire. Bobby responded by
making Peter stand up so that he could undress the
younger teen. In less than a minute the two horny
teenagers were completely naked and Peter was on his
knees preparing to lick and swallow the older boy's
rampant tool. As the youngster's lips made contact
with his sensitive cock head, Bobby gave a sigh of
satisfaction and placed his hands lightly on Peter's
head and said,

"Oh yes, Peter!! Suck my hard cock!! I want to cum in
your mouth and watch you swallow my hot spunk!! Suck
me as hard and as fast as you like!!"

Peter responded by doing exactly what Bobby had asked
and his lips and tongue were running up and down the
older teen's rock hard shaft and bathing the sensitive
head with a mixture of saliva and pre-cum. At much the
same time Peter's hands were playing with his own rock
hard cock and he was beginning to wank himself in time
to his sucking motion. Bobby watched as Peter's head
bobbed up and down his hard shaft and could see the
youngster's hand working his own dick. Bobby was
beginning to lose control but as he gasped for breath
he said,

`Don't stop sucking me!! I'm going to cum soon!! Try
not to spunk up yourself as I want to have the chance
to finish you off. Oh .. yes, Peter!! .. that's it ..
suck me just .. like . that!!"

Peter took one of his hands off his own rampant cock
and transferred it to the shaft of Bobby's throbbing
tool. The younger teen alternatively wanked and sucked
his older friend and soon it was obvious that Bobby
was about to cum. With a muffled groan, Bobby shoved
the full length of his prick into Peter's mouth and
the youngster felt the shaft throbbing and tensing as
the ball juice began to flow freely out of the piss
slit and onto his tongue and down his throat. Peter
swallowed every drop of Bobby's spunk and nursed the
slowly deflating cock until every last dribble had
been hoovered up and consumed. After a short while,
Bobby, who had been leaning against the wall
recovering, leant forward and guided Peter's still
hard and unsatisfied cock into his mouth. Peter's
foreskin had completely pulled back from head, which
was covered in pre-cum. Bobby enthusiastically licked
the sticky pre-cum off the sensitive glans and then he
swallowed the whole of the younger teen's cock and
played with his balls and fingered his winking arse
hole. Peter who had not cum for several days was ready
to explode and could not hold back. The tip of the
horny teen's cock had hardly reached the back of
Bobby's throat when the piss slit opened and a torrent
of spunk flowed out and down into the older teen's
stomach. Like peter, bobby swallowed every last drop
of the precious cream and ensured that the cock shaft
was licked clean before he allowed it to drop from the
grasp of his welcoming lips and mouth. Peter had
hardly said a word during this short process but as
soon as he had recovered his breath he grinned at his
older friend and said,

"Wow, thanks, Bobby, that was fantastic!! Can't wait
for us to do it again!!"

Bobby grinned back and said,

"Me too!! Let's do it again as soon as we can!!"

As the two boys began to get dressed again, Bobby
became more serious as a sudden thought occurred to
him. The older teenager looked across at his young
companion and said,

"Peter, when we came in here you told me that you had
used the door we came in through before and that it
was never locked?"

"Yes, Bobby, that's right. That's how I caught you and
Paul together but I've used it several times before. I
used to come in here and wank off over the sweaty jock
straps and other bits of sporting equipment. Why do
you ask?"

"Well two things really. First, do you know if anyone
else knows about this door and second, I wondered if
this was open last Sunday when Paul was killed."

"You don't mean to say that you think it might have
been the route the killer used do you?"

"Well, it's possible isn't it and if you knew about
the door being unlocked the odds are that other people
might have done too. Have you ever told anyone about
it yourself?"

"What and lose a great secret wank place, of course
not", exclaimed Peter.

"I think you're going to have to tell someone about it
now, Peter, I'm sorry but we have to let the Police
know. Shall I call that nice Sergeant Rickwood? He's
sympathetic and, I suspect gay, and he has a beautiful
cut dick, I saw it in the changing rooms a few days
ago. I wouldn't mind spending some time alone with him
but I doubt if I'll ever get the chance! He left me
his number, I'm going to ring him and ask him to meet
us."

Rather reluctantly, Peter agreed. He would not mind
meeting the Police Sergeant again especially if what
Bobby said was true. The horny teen began to think how
he could fantasise about having sex with the handsome
Policeman but his daydream was cut short when he heard
his older friend's voice as he talked to Mike
Rickwood.

"So you'll come and meet us here at the College on
your way back to Scotland Yard, then?"

Peter could not hear the response but realised it was
positive when Bobby said,

"OK, we'll see you by the nets and we'll be careful
and we won't tell anyone what we have to tell you."

Twenty minutes later, the two teenagers met the Police
Sergeant by the nets. Anyone looking out over the
fields would have imagined that there was an intense
discussion of some aspect of cricket taking place but
in reality Bobby and Peter were passing on a vital
piece of information. Peter spent a short while
checking out Mike's groin area but was disappointed
that he could not really see any signs of the
allegedly beautiful cut cock. Mike listened carefully
to what the two teenagers told him and realised at
once its significance. The Superintendent and Chief
Inspector may have beaten him to the identification of
the significance of Margaret Gordon, but the
information he had just received could be vital as it
provided a possible means of entry to the area where
Paul had been killed. Not only that but the door was a
way into the pavilion that would have allowed the
killer a high degree of cover and the maximum amount
of surprise in catching the victim unawares. Before he
left, Mike re-emphasised to Bobby and Peter the
importance of keeping the information the two
teenagers had just given him completely confidential,

"Don't tell anyone about this, not even you best
friend", Mike warned.

"Do you think we could be in danger if we did?" Peter
asked rather nervously.

"I hope not but we can't be too careful. We don't know
who the killer is or indeed if it is someone from the
College or outside, so until we have more of an idea
it's best to keep quiet."

Bobby and Peter readily agreed and Mike fished into
his pocket and took out his phone and pretended to
answer a call, so that if anyone was observing them
they would assume that he had been called back to the
Police Station. Mike explained his tactic to the two
boys and then he and both of the teenagers strolled
slowly back towards the main College buildings and the
car park. At the entrance to the main building, Mike
said his `goodbyes' to the two boys and continued with
his journey to Scotland Yard.

The Sergeant made good time to Scotland Yard but was
still later than he had said he would be. He went
straight to the Superintendent's office and was soon
invited to join his two superior officers. As he
entered the room, Mike had a broad grin on his face.
Martin had initially intended to ask the Sergeant what
had kept him but seeing Mike's face made him change
his mind. Martin asked Mike why he was looking so
pleased with himself and indicated a chair for the
Sergeant to sit on. The handsome Sergeant sat down and
said,

"I'm sorry I'm late, sir, but when you hear my news I
hope you'll think it was worth the wait. As I was
leaving I had a phone call from Bobby Marsh and he and
his young friend, Peter, the team scorer, told me of a
little known way into the pavilion. There's a door at
the back of the pavilion screened by trees that is
supposed to be kept locked but it rarely is. If you go
in through that door there another entrance that leads
you straight into the shower and bathroom area of the
pavilion. I think it was the way the killer got in,
sir."

"You may well be right, Mike. Now all we have to do is
find someone who knew that door was unlocked and who
slipped away without anyone seeing them, got in and
killed Paul."

"Well, sir", Mark intervened for the first time, "if
what David Graham says about Andy Stephens is true he
might well have known that. Sorry, Mike, just to fill
you in David Graham had named Andy Stephens as the
killer, because David found out he was having an
affair with Lizzie Scott-Brown. Lizzie is also
formerly Margaret Gordon, David's stepsister."

"Thanks for that, sir", Mike said and the two men
looked at the Superintendent,

"I think that this has been a good day's work all
round. We need to ensure that nobody knows that we
have David Graham in custody or that he has given us a
potential motive for the murders even if the victims
appear to be the wrong people. We've also learnt from
Mike about this possible way into the cricket pavilion
and we need to know who apart from us Bobby and Peter
knows about this as well. Let's keep these matters
confidential for as long as possible. In the morning
we'll have quite a number of people to see and the
highest priority among those have to be the Principal,
his wife and Andy Stephens. So let's all get home and
have an early night, it could be a long day tomorrow!"

To be continued.

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