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image of lingering resentment at being called a Nancy boy. He was annoyed enough. And why did it take
Mr. Cohen to tell me about the notes? Am I not to be trusted? He focussed on his napkin, shaking it out
with such ferocity it made a crack, like a sail in a stiff breeze.
Jonty would trust you with his life, surely you know that. Mr. Stewart didn t need to act like he was
trying to bring about a polite rapprochement. He just didn t want you worried. As I didn t want Mrs.
Stewart worried. We may have been wrong, but we acted from the best intentions.
Mr. Stewart s paternal smile worked where Jonty s bluster would have failed. Hm. I understand the
road to hell is paved with them, so I d advise you not to indulge them in future. To the case, gentlemen.
It makes a bit more sense now, at least to me. The relief in Jonty s voice was clear, but he wasn t
off the hook yet. Papa and I have talked ourselves hoarse on it and now we re anxious to hear what you
have to say.
Well, before I tell you my thoughts, I have a bit of news and you must try hard not to look too
surprised, Dr. Stewart. We re supposed to be re-establishing civilities at present.
We really will come to blows if you don t stop being such a smarty-pants. Jonty was fighting a grin,
one inappropriate either to the real situation or their pretence. Out with it then. I shall stay poker-faced.
Mr. Stewart, your old friend Billy Mustard is staying in the town. That would serve them right for
keeping secrets.
Stewart senior couldn t hide his astonishment and had to pretend to choke on a piece of bread.
Jonty slapped his father s back. How do you know?
I gave a lesson today Mr. Agnew didn t cancel it as he wants life to carry on as much as normal.
There s been too much disruption for his liking. Some of the little darlings were singing about Billy
Mustard, silly Custard until their mothers stopped them. It seems someone s governess is friendly with the
housekeeper at the Crown Hotel, who passed on the news about the unusual arrival of a guest very late on
Sunday. This man turned up on the last train, wanting a room, and his name had been odd enough to stay in
the children s minds as they earwigged not something you ever do, Jonty. They d made up a rhyme about
him.
Well, it seems you have your first commission of this restructured investigation, Papa, finding out
what brings him here in such a hurry. I bet it was to find out who killed his lady love he wouldn t at that
point have known about the results of the exhumation. Jonty stopped, counting something off on his
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fingers under cover of his napkin. I m trying to get my head around days, here. Could Billy Mustard have
put the notes under our door?
Not that first one, unless he s grown wings. He was up at his club, or so he told me. Mr. Stewart
looked smug over his soup spoon. And when I took him back there after dinner and poured him into his
room, I went and checked.
Cunning old fox. Still, you know how sceptical I am when people definitely prove they re
elsewhere. Jonty stabbed a scallop as if it were a false alibi.
Did I ever tell you about Freddie Franklin-Featherstonhowe? The soup spoon was twirled like a
school master s cane. He
Orlando decided someone needed to start talking sense. Can we get back to the matter in hand?
Thank you. First of all, I believe the change of track in this case gives us the ideal opportunity to rework
our strategy. We ve been successful so far but I think a modification is due. A sort of excuse me where we
change partners.
Mr. Carberry, what are you going on about? The soup spoon was laid down in confusion.
What I mean is that we ve been tackling a small group of people each now we need to swap them
around. I believe we ll get a fresh approach on things. Jonty, you should tackle Billy Mustard and with your
officially-asked-in hat on, to boot. We need to know what s brought him here.
We do indeed, Oliver, but don t you think he d open up more to Papa?
He might, although not in the same way. I mean no disrespect to you, Mr. Stewart I believe you d
be better employed tackling our young widow. She d find you paternal and not as threatening as some
young gigolo. Orlando hazarded a smile and Jonty risked rubbing their legs together under cover of the
ample tablecloth.
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