No Greater Love

Stephanie Cole is a girl who loves the spotlight. She will do anything to get it, anything at all. But when suspicions arise about her life and her being the cause for a former teachers suicide she is all too quick to run from her love of the light. But when she is reported missing it falls to Detective Inspector Henry Quinton and his DC Wilson Drake to find her before something terrible happens. Soon St. Grandorf's school for girls is back to normal and Stephanie is home again yet when she is found murdered there are a number of suspects for Quinton to look at before he can find the true perpetrator of this terrible crime....


9. The interrogation of me from Detective Inspector Henry Quinton

Chapter Nine:


The interrogation of me from Detective Inspector Henry Quinton



 It’s known by many that during any investigation a Detective must know as much as he can to ensure he has as much information as he can possibly have. And this was just the same with D.I. Quinton, since he had revealed that Mrs. Cole was missing he had asked me and Mr. Barrows to go with him to the local police station to both give a statement about Mrs. Cole and to enable him to ask us some questions. So we did, we couldn’t refuse him now could we? Of course not, and then he may think that one of us or both of us has something to hide. Which for me at least is completely untrue, I had nothing to hide from the police and I couldn’t see Mr. Barrows having anything either, so I saw no problem with me answering some questions about the current circumstances.


I sat in the cold, dark interrogation room. I had only a small glass of water and a piece of paper with me. The water was to rid me of a rather annoying cough which I had had since Monday and the paper had upon it my own statement regarding Mrs. Cole and what had happened to me since taking the job at St. Grandorf’s.

Was I nervous? Maybe. Was I scared? Yes, yes I was. That was a certainty, not because I had anything to hide but simply because the place was so nerve-racking and so claustrophobic. It made me feel as if I was in fact a convict that was guilty of the most terrible crime, which of course I wasn’t guilty of. After a further twenty minute wait the door finally swung open. D.I. Quinton strutted in.

The Inspector stared at me with those most familiar grey merciless eyes. He sat opposite me and took off his spectacles before clearing his throat…


“Can you confirm your name please?”

“Of course. It’s Peter Harrolds.”

Quinton looked at me with a slightly puzzled face.

“No middle name?”

“No. Have you?”

“It’s not your job to ask the questions Peter.”

“Yes, sorry…but may I ask just one more?”

“Yes. I suppose.”

“Where’s Barrows?”

“In the next room with my soon to be sergeant.”

 Again Quinton cleared his throat. Something didn’t seem right to me at just how pale he looked and how he was continuously coughing and spluttering.

“How do you know Mrs. Stephanie Cole?” He leaned into the light that lit only the centre of the table.

“She’s one of my students.”

I saw that he was noting something as I said this, what he was noting I haven’t the faintest and I suppose that I shall probably never know.

“Did you get on with her?” that merciless glare came across to me like a speeding bullet once again.

“Well yes and no really…”

“How so?”

 “Well she was the one whom made me aware of Mrs. Peters and…”

“Eva Peters. The one who hanged herself?”


“Tragic that was, how did you know her?”

“Oxford together, and together as lovers as well.”

“But she was a..”

“I know. But I didn’t then; I doubt that she did either.”

“I see, so you were very close to Mrs. Peters then?”

“How much closer could you get!” slight anger came with that reply, I wish that I hadn’t done so. The consequence was a swift and brief question from Quinton.

“When did you last see Mrs. Cole?”


“How did you feel when she told you all about Eva?”

“Mixed emotions really, oh but not emotions that would come to something such as what I assume you are implying.”

“And what am I implying Mister Harrolds?”

“You think that I have something to do with this.”

“Well you do, you have a lot to do with this case Mister Harrolds. You just don’t realise it.”

“I don’t take kindly to people telling me things which they themselves don’t know anything about.”

The Inspector had begun to annoy me now and I was mere moments away from storming out from the room.

At this moment the Inspector looked down towards his notes that he been making since the start of the questioning, he was about to ask another question when there came a quiet knock at the door. Quinton beckoned the caller to enter the dark cave like room.

A large uniformed officer waddled in and whispered something to Quinton.

“You can go now Mister Harrolds. And you can take that Barrows fellow with you too.”

“How come?” I stood as Quinton beckoned me to do so.

“We’ve found Mrs. Cole. Well, we have a rough idea of where she is. It seems she’s simply ran away from home. We’ll have her back by tomorrow evening I should imagine.”

I followed the now gentleman-like Inspector through the corridors and soon was back into the rhythm of a relatively normal working day. It was a strange feeling indeed. 

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