“What’s this mean?” she snapped at Stute. Mrs. Walker came forward. “My dear, I’m so thankful to see you. I never for a moment thought but what that young rotter had done you in. I knew….” “Oh it’s you, is it?” said the girl furiously. “You’ve brought them here have you? You dirty old swine, you! I might have known when I came to stay in your filthy house you’d do something like this. And who are these fellows? A couple of dicks, I suppose. Well, what d’you want, both of you?” Stute stared coldly at her. “Your name Smythe?” he asked. “Well? If it is?” “You were in Chopley and afterwards in Braxham on the day on which Alan Rogers committed suicide?” “Well?” “Then why haven’t you come forward with your information?” “Perhaps I didn’t choose to.” “You know what you can be charged with, don’t you?” “I could trust you to fake something up, even if I didn’t.” “No need to be cheeky. I’ve come to ask you a few questions, and I want civil answers.”
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