“What are they doing?” I asked Mark.
“They demanded a search of the manor on charges of our harbouring criminals.” Mark whispered. “They also claimed that Eva was Daley's wife and was suspected of involvement in the crime. So...”
“So what?” Frade demanded.
“So the police need to take Eva to the police station to investigate,” Mark says, glancing at me.
“To hell with the police,” Frade roared. “I'll never let them set foot in the manor.”
“Frade, calm down,” I advised him. “It's not in our interest to go against the police right now. Let them in. They can't find Daley with their dogs.”
Frade pondered silently for two minutes. He told Mark, “Tell the cops I need to talk to their boss first.”
“OK. I'll let them know right away,” Mark says and leaves.
Soon we saw two uniformed policemen in the living room, one tall with a buzz cut, the other small but shrewd-eyed. The two of them stood together like a dwarf beside a giant tree, looking so discordant.
