I was planting daffodil bulbs when the detective reached me. He knew that I knew that the body was buried nearby. However, neither of us expected to find it so easily.

The corpse was neatly packaged in the type of clear plastic box that you might use to store bedding or out-of-season clothes. With the lid secured with masking tape, it lay just four inches below the surface of the soil. The detective dismissed his colleague who had come to the scene with a pickaxe.

Only a couple of us knew the circumstances of the murder two years earlier. We were determined that perpetrator AO not be identified. The easiest way to deal with this would be to pin it all on Rob Titchener, now conveniently dead.

Alternatively, the man who flicked cigarette ash on our precious silk Singapore rug was a worthy candidate for the role of murderer.