Finally we gave up. Jack went up to his room and I returned to the Hall, with an agreement that we’d meet after breakfast the next day and set out some positive steps to take in our investigation. I slept badly. I tossed and turned all night like a sailor on a tramp steamer trying to settle into ...
In the early hours of the morning we stopped in the village of Plumwood where the only other passenger in my carriage got off, taking his hen with him. The hen once again opened one eye but took no serious interest in the proceedings (clearly a seasoned traveller to whom one railway station was m...
The senior boys were allowed to sit with their parents—those, that is, who had chosen to honour us with their presence for Speech Night. People were still drifting in. The big doors on the town side of the cathedral were standing open, with knots of parents gathering, gazing up and down the vast ...
Then Jack said, ‘We have to interview Amelia Proudfoot. Behaviour as odd as this must be connected to the two murders.’ ‘Whose behaviour is odd?’ I asked. ‘The bank’s in foreclosing so quickly, or Amelia Proudfoot’s?’ ‘It was Mrs Proudfoot I was thinking of,’ Jack said. ‘The day we spoke to her s...