The vicarage was large, and probably extremely draughty – especially when the wind was blowing in from across the moors. It had been built at a different time, to meet a different set of needs. Thus, there were gable windows in the roof, which would allow a little light to permeate into the servants’ cramped attic bedrooms. Thus, there was a driveway wide enough to permit two coaches to pass each other, and a stable block where the horses had been housed. And thus – since both the coach and the servant belonged to the past – it was now up for auction and would probably eventually be converted into rural-holiday flats. If Rutter had been there with her, Paniatowski would probably have commented that the vicarage seemed an unlikely nursery from which to grow a full-blown nymphomaniac like Margaret Dodds. It would have been a mistake to say it, but she would have said it anyway, because scoring points off the inspector was rapidly becoming her main aim in life. ‘My judgement’s shot,’ she murmured softly to herself.
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