'Let's talk about you now, Diane,' said Inspector Walsh.You visited your mother every month and you took money from her.Last month she gave you money for your television.This month she gave you money for your telephone.Every month you told your mother: It was no accident; you killed Daddy.I'm going to tell the police.'Your mother was afraid of the police and so she gave you the money.But in the end she wanted to stop you.She told Dr Pratt. No more money, she told Dr Pratt on Thursday; and on Saturday she died.You took the hot milk to your mother―what did she tell you?'Diane began to cry.'I loved Daddy! He always gave money to me; he loved me.