Nevertheless, bright and chipper, he was waiting for Tyler in the canteen at breakfast. “What do you think you are, Eager? Young?” “Er, yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” They had weak tea and toast made palatable by the scones Eagleton had brought with him from Sergeant Gough’s wife. “That woman is a national treasure,” said Tyler as he munched. He filled in the constable as to what he had done so far, including his visit to Sylvia Sumner. “She was a fine-looking girl,” said Eagleton. “What a terrible shame.” “Indeed.” “Are we seriously looking for criminal activity, sir?” “I don’t know, but we can’t rule out the possibility, not these days. The war has given all the crackpots in the country a chance to play out their grievances. On the other hand, the matter could be personal. Somebody wanting to kill one of the operatives.” “Crikey. Why would they?” “You don’t know much about the ways of love, Eager. Rejection can twist a person inside out.” “Even if you kill many other innocent people?”
