I got Joe, the bellhop, to arrange for Sheppey’s things to be sent to Sheppey’s wife. I then wrote her a brief note and included a cheque for a couple of hundred bucks, stressing that this amount would come off the amount I would finally pay her.By then, it was time for me to attend the inquest. I had my things taken to the Buick and I settled the account. Brewer again apologized for needing my room, but I told him I’d got something else and he needn’t bother his head about me.I went down to Greaves’s office, where I found him polishing his shoes with a duster.“You coming to the inquest?” I asked.“I’ve been told to.” He tossed the duster back in his desk drawer, adjusted his tie and reached for his hat.“You going to give me a ride down or do I take a bus?”“Sure, come on.”On the drive down to the Coroner’s court, I asked him if he had been along to look at Thelma Cousins’ body.“I wasn’t asked,” he said. “Rankin hasn’t any time for me. Brewer saw her: that’s a laugh, isn’t it?
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