“Would you do it again?”
“Break bounds?” said Harriet. “If the need arose.”
“You’ll never see your policeman again unless you do.”
“Not so, my dears. There’s going to be a trial, and I’m one of the witnesses. Roger is another, so we are sure to meet. Murder trials go on for days and days, he told me, especially as Matthew Fernandez is going on trial with the other two. Tomorrow afternoon I’m going to Medmenham Police Station to check the statement I first made. Roger will be there, because he has been copying it out.”
“So you’ll see him as soon as that,” said Molly wistfully.
“He’ll be on duty,” Jane pointed out. “It’s not the same as walking out with him.”
“You’re quite right, Jane,” Harriet admitted. “It’s not the same at all, in a stuffy old police station with the sergeant looking over his desk at you. That’s why I shall arrange that Roger walks back with me afterwards.”
“Harriet! How can you possibly arrange that?”
“I shall remind him that he left his bicycle here last week. It’s still propped against the gardener’s shed.”