leather coat and a pair of dark blue trousers and a white shirt. Don’t forget to mention the white shirt.
“Easy because when he was kissing me I was afraid to get my lipstick on it.
“You are going to make a fantastic witness.
Gerry drove her to the street and showed her where the police station was. He got out and held her in his arms she was trembling but Muriel knew that if she didn’t do it Gerry would be dead.’
She walked along the street then walked into the station.
Walking up to the desk a policeman asked if he could help.
“Hello I am Muriel Marshbanks’ I have evidence about the Richards murder case.’
Oh yes, and what evidence is that Miss Marshbanks?
“Tommy couldn’t have done the murder because he was with me on that night.’
“Would you mind coming with me Miss we will take your statement?
“I’m not filling out any statements until I see my brief.’
Many times on the fish quay she had heard that word used by girls who had been done for shop lifting.
All right then Miss would you like to tell us where you were on the night of the 22nd of December 1920.
Muriel told the officer everything that she had discussed with Gerry. She even described Tommy Richards’s right down to the scar on his left cheek.
After an hour of question they were convinced that she knew Tommy Richards and the layout of the Jack of Clubs.
She had memorised all the names of Tommy’s friends then asked to speak with her brief when the sergeant suggested making a formal statement. It was twenty past twelve that night when Gerry showed up and the statement was made.’
It was well after one when she got into the house. Gerry warned her not to speak to anyone about this even the press.
Muriel hadn’t thought about the newspapers.’
“This case was headline news.’
“She couldn’t even tell her aunt the truth because surely they would ask her on the stand where she was that night. Muriel knew that she had gone to her bridge club early that night and that she could not testify to say that she knew her whereabouts.
Abigail was in her room as usual and didn’t come out. None of the servants saw her. Her story was cast iron.
She waited until breakfast before telling her aunt that she had gone to the station to make a statement and where she had been on the night of the McDonald murder.
“What on earth possessed you to go to the Jack of Clubs; didn’t you know that place is a sleaze bar?’
No, aunt I had just got the letter from Edward and he was breaking up with me.
She gave reasons why which affirmed her story.’
Then she had told her aunt that this man had asked her to come back for a drink at his house on Burton Green.
Why did you do it dear didn’t you know this man was a known felon.’
No aunt I was upset and he came and offered me a drink.
“You silly girl Muriel.’
You are lucky that you weren’t caught up in something more sinister.
You must stay in doors and not be seen in public until after the trial and then Gerry can help you get on a train and back home straight after it. “What about the Christmas eve party?”