The Supervisor of London’s Detective Force could not help but laugh as he shut the door after Mrs. Ford’s interview. “She tell enough white lies to ice a wedding cake.” he laughed to his finest officer.
“Yes,” replied Detective Trent. “We have dealt with her vivid imagination before, I’m afraid.”
As Supervisor Johnston leaned back in his chair, he recalled the reason for his talk with Detective Trent- a gruesome murder behind stage at a musical concert the night before.
“It was an F string from a violin that had choked Mr. Hampton.” She had sworn.
How could she have known?