THE HOUSE AT SEA’S END

down. ‘That path is wickedly slippery. Easy to lose your footing, especially if you’ve had a drop to drink.’
    Nelson hesitates. He knows he must tell the Hastings familyhow Dieter Eckhart was killed but he wants to choose his moment for doing so. At some point he’ll have to take formal statements, from Clara at least. He thinks it’s interesting, though, that Irene assumes that Dieter may have been drunk.
    ‘We don’t know what happened yet,’ he says. ‘There’ll have to be a post mortem.’
    Hastings puts a mug of tea in front of Nelson. Irene looks disapproving.
    ‘Sorry, Ma,’ he says. ‘I couldn’t find the cups.’
    ‘Tea tastes better out of a cup and saucer,’ says Irene. ‘Don’t you think so, Sergeant?’
    ‘There’s something in that,’ agrees Nelson, accepting, with an effort, being addressed as sergeant.
    ‘Will you be able to trace the next of kin?’ asks Hastings, sitting opposite Nelson.
    ‘I think so. He was affiliated to the university or we can contact his publisher. Shouldn’t be difficult. My sergeant’s on to that now.’ He has sent Clough back to the station with specific instructions. He can’t help emphasising the word ‘sergeant’.
    ‘Clara might know,’ says Hastings. ‘But she’s terribly cut up. It was an awful shock.’
    ‘She was very sweet on him,’ cuts in Irene.
    ‘Oh, I don’t know,’ Hastings looks annoyed now. ‘She barely knew him.’
    At that moment, Clara comes into the room. She is wearing jeans and a heavy jumper and looks pale but composed. She doesn’t appear to have heard her father’s words.
    ‘Miss Hastings,’ says Nelson gently, ‘is it all right if I ask you a few questions?’
    Clara looks round at her mother. ‘Can I stay with her?’ asks Stella.
    ‘Of course. It’s just a few informal questions. She can come into the station later to make a proper statement. You can all stay,’ he adds, as Hastings and his mother show no signs of moving.
    Clara sits down opposite Nelson and next to her father. Her mother puts a mug in front of her and she wraps her hands tightly round it.
    ‘Miss Hastings … Clara … were you with Mr Eckhart last night?’
    ‘Yes,’ says Clara, her voice low but clear. ‘We went to the pictures and then had a meal.’
    ‘Did you come back to Sea’s End House together?’
    ‘Yes. He drove me. We got back at about eleven.’
    ‘Did he come in? To say goodnight?’ Nelson wonders if they were sleeping together. He imagines so, thinking of the entwined couple on Ruth’s sofa but, at all events, they do not seem to have shared a room at Clara’s parents’ house.
    ‘Just quickly. We had a cup of tea.’
    ‘Was anyone else up?’
    ‘Dad was in his study watching TV. I put my head round the door to say hallo.’
    ‘I was dozing really,’ says Jack Hastings. ‘Can’t stay awake after ten these days.’
    ‘But you remember Clara coming in. Did you see Mr Eckhart?’
    ‘I remember seeing Clara, she said something about what I was watching. It was football, I think. I didn’t see Eckhart.’
    ‘What time did Mr Eckhart leave the house?’ Nelson asks Clara.
    ‘About half eleven, I think.’
    ‘Did you watch him drive off?’ Nelson asks. ‘Wave him goodbye?’
    ‘No,’ says Clara. ‘He told me to go inside because it was so cold. I waved from the door, his car was still parked outside but he was texting and didn’t see me. So I went upstairs, had a bath and got into bed.’
    ‘What time was that?’
    ‘Midnight. I remember looking at the time before I got into bed. You know how spooky it is when the clock says 00.00.’
    ‘The witching hour,’ says Irene. Clara shivers.
    ‘When you drove up to the house,’ says Nelson, ‘did you see anyone hanging around? Notice anything suspicious?’
    ‘No.’ A smile fleetingly curves her pale lips. ‘We were too busy to notice anything.’
    ‘Too busy spooning,’ explains Irene helpfully.
    ‘What about you, Mr Hastings?’ asks Nelson. ‘Did you notice anyone hanging about outside the house?’
    ‘No. I took the dogs out for their last run at ten-ish. They would have barked if there was anyone they didn’t know.’
    ‘Do you suspect that he was … murdered?’ asks Stella, almost in a whisper.
    ‘I’m keeping an open mind,’ says Nelson. ‘Now I’ll leave you in peace. I’ll have a WPC contact you about making a statement, Miss Hastings. Take care of yourself now.’
    Before he goes back to the station, Nelson asks