Paul Temple and the Harkdale Robbery. Francis Durbridge

      ‘I know you’ll probably think I’m crazy,’ she had said as she got out of the car. ‘But in spite of what’s happened, with Des walking out on me, I’m still very fond of him.’

      Paul Temple’s smile was warmly reassuring, and then the Rolls drove on. She watched it out of sight before walking the last fifty yards to the house where she had spent her childhood. The semi-detached houses were all in darkness and they all looked strangely the same to her now. She deliberately tried to feel her way back to the girl who had known every kid in the street, who had belonged among these gardens and homes and the footpaths at the back, a securely happy and slightly reckless Betty Stanway.