The silence continued. George felt compelled to look up. Henry Roberts was staring right at him. He was close. He was leaning forward on his scrawny neck. His cheeks were more sunken than even a few days before. He smiled as George made eye contact, those black eyes tore right into him. He was studying him intently, his head rocked to one side, his lips curled into a sneer.

‘You went there, didn’t you?’ Henry said. 'Tell me what you saw, Inspector. Describe it for me!'