“Right,” he said. “So we’re happy it’s not the lady lawyer. Which I’m quite glad about. Mr Travers here appears to have been unable to set up such an elaborate trap.”

“Steady on,” said Travers.

“Sorry,” he continued. “So that means we’re back to you then, doesn’t it. You were there before anyone else. Apparently asleep although frankly I have my doubts so let’s stop messing about, come on, I’m taking you down the station.”

The other policeman put his hand up to speak. I nodded eagerly at him.

“He said he’d never met any of these gentlemen before today. Said they asked him to make up the numbers.”

I laughed, “That’s good – make up the numbers? Get it?”

Everyone stared. That happened a lot.

“Never mind. You,” I said pointing to the accountant. “You did it. I know you did it.”

“Eh?” he replied.

“Officers, take this man into custody. He’s the murderer and I have the evidence here.”

I snatched a bunch of papers from a nearby desk and waved them comically at the bewildered accountant. I looked around at everyone and waited for someone to move, to say something but everyone was staring at me as if I was Miss bloody Marple. This was going to be difficult because I was just making it up as I went along. I needed time to think but the officers started to move forward and all I could think was shit, shit, SHIT I need to think. Please just

“Bah!” I said, my body making a strange involuntary noise just to make the room go quiet and stare at me. “How long was I out for?”

Mitch bent down to help me up. I reached up and touched my left elbow. I must have fallen on it as I went down.

“Erm, just a couple of minutes. Not long. Clint,” Mitch said quietly in my ear as I began to stand. “You’re on to something. He just tried to make a break for it so don’t screw this up, tell them how he did it.”