Murder At The Music Hall: (Auguste Didier Mystery 8) - Plot & Excerpts
Changing its tactics with the gusting wind through the dock, it assaulted his face and mocked his eyes. He was far from happy. ‘We’ve missed the boat, sir.’ There was no glimmer of a smile on Inspector Grey’s face, whether he was conscious of his pun or not. Rose regarded Grey without enthusiasm. The boat’s missed you, Grey,’ he retorted grimly. ‘Six o’clock you told me the Lisboa was due to leave. It’s six now, and she sailed two hours ago.’ The North Quay of London Docks was no place to spend a Saturday, even a wet dismal September afternoon. He thought of Edith cosily taking toasted crumpets and seed cake at Highbury, and compared her lot to his. ‘To catch the tide, sir.’ Grey’s reply had the desperation of the cornered rat. ‘She’ll dock again in two weeks.’ ‘Think she’ll come steaming back with the loot still tucked under the captain’s arm? Any chance of the river boats catching her?’ Grey shook his head. ‘She’ll be outside territorial waters.
What do You think about Murder At The Music Hall: (Auguste Didier Mystery 8)?
