He turned around but the man had gone. “Why,” he asked himself “would he say that and why would he follow me to Cape Town? What did the detective know?””
The driver was impatient wanting to get him to his hotel. He was in Cape Town for only two days after which time he would leave to join the safari. But his day had been spoilt by the confrontation at the airport.
He arrived at the hotel and once he had checked in, he had his bags taken to his room and then made his way to the bar where he found a comfortable chair in a corner and ordered a large brandy. Minutes later the waiter returned and without spilling a drop, skilfully put down a drink mat, centred the drink on it and left, only to return almost immediately with a small dish of nuts and a napkin.
The excitement of his trip was now sullied and he felt quite depressed. What could have made that detective suspicious and was he in Cape town officially or was he just following up on his own?
He had been so very careful. Looking back to that Sunday afternoon he was sure he had made no mistakes. He had planned for them to meet those particular friends for a drink after their walk as he knew his wife would leave before him as she was not interested in their chat about trips around the world the other couple had taken.
Earlier in the day, he had stashed a single-use raincoat in the cupboard under the stairs so that in the event of blood splatter it wouldn’t be on him But he had read somewhere that if you stood behind somebody when you slashed their throat the blood splatter would be in front of them. So the plastic raincoat was just a precaution and he had hung it on the hall stand along with other outdoor coats and hats before the police arrived.
Blood splatter was one of the first things investigators looked at in a bloody murder. But it was also conceivable that there would be blood on his clothes if he had come in and found his wife’s blood everywhere.
So when the police arrived and took his blood-stained clothing for inspection and analysis they found only what was to be expected if he had come home and found her dying.
He wasn’t worried about his fingerprints on the knife as his prints would naturally be on any knife in the block.
The front door being unlocked was accepted as normal as he was coming home after his wife. The fact that nothing was missing was of concern to the police initially but they apparently came to the conclusion that his arriving home had interrupted the thief who fled through the kitchen door.
After a short time, he had returned to his normal life, doing nothing to attract attention to himself. So why was the detective convinced that he had killed his wife?
Meantime in another hotel in Cape town, Detective Tom Cranston thought about Eric Duncan and the murder of his wife. There were so many anomalies – why hadn’t the husband been more upset when he found his wife dying? He had seemed very controlled for a man in that situation. He did have blood on his hands and clothes that he said was from holding his wife before he called the police, but is this how the blood had got onto him? And the knife that was later found in a hedge in the garden next door. It could very easily have been disposed of before the Police arrived.
He had two days in Cape town has decided to use part of his annual leave to follow Duncan and see if there was anything that would prove he was the murderer. He didn’t expect to come across anything here, but he would let Duncan see him and so upset him, wondering just how much the detective knew.