"Jason Harmer. What was he doing snooping around at half past eight of a morning?"
"He'd come over from Sandwich. Spent the night at the pub there."
"So he said. Did the County people verify that?"
Grant consulted his notes.
"Perhaps they haven't. The statement was volunteered before they found the button, and so they weren't suspicious. And since then everyone has concentrated on Tisdall."
"Plenty of motive, Harmer has. Clay walks out on him, and he runs her to earth in a country cottage, alone with a man."
"Yes, very plausible. Well, you can add Harmer to your list of chores. Find out about his wardrobe. There's an SOS out for a discarded coat. I hope it brings in something. A coat's a much easier clue than a button. Tisdall, by the way, says he sold his wardrobe complete (except for his evening things) to a man called — appropriately enough — Togger, but doesn't know where his place of business is. Is that the chap who used to be in Craven Road?"
"Yes, sir."
"Where is he now?"
"Westbourne Grove. The far end."