'We can wait. Finish your dinner,' Inspector Walsh said.'We want to ask one or two questions about last night.''Come and wait in the front room,' Tom said and opened the door.Inspector Walsh looked at the things in the front room.There was an old black and white television, and some books on the table.There was a picture of a happy young girl with long brown hair on the table, too.Inspector Walsh looked at the picture for a long time. Who was the girl?Tom Briggs came back into the front room.'Finished?' Inspector Walsh asked. 'You know Mrs Clarkson is dead?'Tom Briggs sat down suddenly on the nearest chair.'What? How did she die? When did it happen? I was there last night.''She died last night or early this morning. What did you do last night?'
