“Jill, look, I’m sorry about this, but the murder mystery players are being rather awkward. I’d hoped to arrange for us to interview them all on the same day, but it seems that’s not going to be possible. We’re going to have to spread it over a few days. I can’t really expect you to travel back and forth from Washbridge, so I’ll understand if you can’t make it, but I thought I should at least let you know what was happening.” “I’d still like to be involved, Myrtle, if that’s okay with you.” “Are you sure? It’s such a long way to come.” “I’m absolutely positive.” It wasn’t as though I had any work of a meaningful nature. I could hardly class the thimbles theft as a major case. And besides, that was in Candlefield, so time would stand still in Washbridge while I was over there. “Very well, dear. I’ve set up the first interview with Florence Long tomorrow at three-fifteen.
