Sergeant Burnaby Falls IllFOR some days after the departure of Mrs Fowler's dog, peace reigned at Tyler's Row. Sergeant Burnaby maintained an offended silence when his path crossed the Hales'. Even his radio seemed quieter, although his cough, Diana noticed, became more hacking daily. She wished he would smoke less, but it was really none of her business, she told herself, and there were very few pleasures left for the old man to enjoy.Mrs Fowler, too, seemed unusually quiet, and was inclined to toss her head and look the other way when Diana met her. It was a pity that she felt like this, thought Diana, but nothing could be done about it, and at least things were more tranquil.She was glad of the respite, for she awaited the results of the tests with acute anxiety. She did her best to put aside her fears, busying herself with the house and garden, and with entertaining all those Caxley friends who wanted to see their new home, but now and again the grim doubts would break through her defences, and she would be beset by dark thoughts.She felt sure that the wretched mole, which had started all the trouble, was growing.
