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‘hippie’ and David the dedicated actor. On one of the tapes that connected their two photographs Trisha had written: ‘Friends for first day or two. Turned sour.’
    ‘So what was this early friendship based on?’ Coleridge asked.
    ‘It can’t have been much if it went sour so quickly.’
    ‘Well, they have lot in common,’ Trisha replied.
    ‘They’re both vegans and obsessed with diets and dieting, which seems to have formed a bond between them. On the very first evening they had a long and rather exclusive conversation about food-combining and stomach acids. I’ve lined up the tape.’ Sure enough, when Trisha pressed play there on the screen were David and Layla, set slightly apart from the rest of the group, having the most terrific meeting of minds.
    ‘That is so right,’ said Layla.
    ‘Isn’t it?’ David agreed.
    ‘But it’s amazing how many people still think that dairy is healthy.’
    ‘Which it so isn’t.’
    ‘Did you know that eggs killed more people in the last century than Hitler?’
    ‘Yes, I think I did know that, and wheat.’
    ‘Ugh, wheat! Don’t get me started on wheat!’ Now the sombre tones of Andy the narrator intruded briefly.
    ‘David and Layla have discovered that they have a lot in common: they both miss their cats dreadfully.’’
    ‘Pandora is the most beautiful and intelligent creature I have ever met,’ David explained, ‘and sadly I include human beings in that statement.’
    ‘I so know what you mean,’ Layla replied. Trisha stopped the tape.
    ‘Fogarty the editor told me they got very excited about David and Layla that night. They thought that they might even troll off to the nookie hut and have it off there and then, but all that happened was a shoulder massage.’
    ‘But they were definitely friends?’ Coleridge asked.
    ‘I think it’s more that they hated everybody else. Looking at the tapes, it’s pretty obvious that they thought themselves a cut above the others. On the first day or two the cameras often caught them exchanging wry, superior little glances. Peeping Tom broadcast them, too. The public hated it. David and Layla were the absolute least popular people in the house.’
    ‘But of course they didn’t know this.’
    ‘Well, there’s no way they could have done. They were sealed off. In fact, watching them you get the impression that they think people will love them as much as they love themselves. Particularly him.’
    ‘Yes, David certainly is a cocky one,’ Coleridge mused.
    ‘Arrogant almost beyond belief, in fact, in his quiet, passiveaggressive sort of way.’ Hooper was surprised to hear Coleridge using a term as current and overused as passive-aggressive, but there was no doubt that the phrase summed up David exactly. They looked at David on the screen and stared into his soft, puppy-dog eyes. All three were thinking the same thing.
    ‘It would certainly take a very confident person to believe that they could get away with what our murderer got away with,’ said Coleridge.
    ‘No one with the slightest self-doubt would ever have attempted it.’ He returned to the theme of friendship.
    ‘So familiarity quickly took its toll on David and Layla’s closeness. Like many a friendship too eagerly begun, it had no staying power.’
    ‘That’s right,’ said Trisha.
    ‘It started going wrong with the cheese and went downhill from there.’
    ‘They were too alike, I reckon,’ said Hooper.
    ‘They got in each other’s way. They wanted the same role in the house, to be the beautiful and sensitive one. It all fell irrevocably to pieces over Layla’s poem.’

DAY FIVE. 9.00 p.m.
    T he row began with the best intentions. David had suggested, in an attempt to engineer a rapprochement between himself and Layla (and hence avoid her nominating him), that since he was trained and practised in the art of recitation perhaps he should learn one of Layla’s poems and recite it for her. Layla had been touched and flattered and because