When I first heard the news about Ann Widdecombe’s death, I was surprised. Seventy-eight is a ripe old age, but in recent months she had seemed quite undiminished in her usual vitality and verve. Then, when the news broke that this was a case not merely of an untimely death but of murder, my reaction turned to dismay.
Mixed in with that dismay was my scepticism over the police’s insistence that there was no suggestion of any political motivation for the heinous act. With the counter-terrorism police now taking over the investigation, it appears that that scepticism was well grounded.
