Yesterday's Papers (Harry Devlin, Book 4)
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On Leap Year Day in 1964, an attractive teenager called Carole Jeffries was strangled in a Liverpool park. The killing caused a sensation: Carole came from a prominent political family and her pop musician boyfriend was a leading exponent of the Mersey Sound. When a neighbour confessed to the crime, the case was closed. Now, more than thirty years later, Ernest Miller, an amateur criminologist, seeks to persuade lawyer Harry Devlin that the true culprit escaped scot free. Although he suspects Miller's motives, Harry has a thirst for justice and begins to delve into the past. But when another death occurs, it becomes clear that someone wants old secrets to remain buried - at any price...
was a pretty girl with a good figure and a taste for short skirts.’ ‘And I seem to remember the murderer was a neighbour of hers?’ ‘A young man named Edwin Smith who lived nearby was arrested, it is true. Before long he confessed to having strangled Carole, but twenty-four hours before his trial was due to open, he tried to anticipate his fate by hanging himself. In that, as in so much else during his short life, he failed. A warder arrived in time to cut him down and save him for the
lovely to look at, even if there was a splinter of ice in her heart. I can imagine that, being with her day after day, you might have been attracted against your - shall we say, better judgement?’ The mass of curls shook vigorously. ‘You’re right, I did find her attractive. I’d have had to be neuter not to sense her appeal, but it went no further than that.’ ‘Then who?’ Benny sighed. ‘I’ve never discussed this with anyone before.’ ‘There’s always a first time.’ ‘Are we
‘It shows how appallingly easy it still is for miscarriages of justice to occur.’ ‘Very true,’ said Harry, ‘and another case I’ve been looking at over the last few days bears that out. As it happens, I wondered if I could bend your ear about it, since I’m sure that you can cast light on one or two aspects that have been troubling me.’ Doxey gave a tolerant smile. ‘Well, I don’t need to be off home for another half hour, but I think from the expression of the caretaker standing at the
said it was only a passing phase, that she would soon grow out of him and find someone more mature.’ Harry bit his lip. ‘I’d like to ask you about the day of Carole’s death. Forgive me, I’m sure it must be painful for you.’ Her mouth a tight line, she said, ‘Compared to everything that has happened in the past, Mr Devlin, I don’t suppose it matters a jot. When I returned home that evening, I found my husband in a state of complete collapse. I could not understand it: he seemed to be
edited account of his enquiries into the Sefton Park Strangling, Wedding Cake’s eyebrows rose and when he finally paused for breath, the policeman did not disguise his amazement. ‘No wonder you’re so slow at replying to telephone calls. You’re constantly running round poking your nose into murder mysteries.’ ‘I suppose someone’s got to do it.’ ‘Ha-bloody-ha. Now listen, do you think there is any connection between the waves you’ve been making and the murder of Ray Brill?’