‘Very well, thank you, your ladyship,’ said the man in question, strolling over to them. ‘I’ve just come to bid you farewell and to hope that the weather stays fine for your wedding, Miss Simpson.’
‘Thank you, Sergeant. I do hope Inspector Connor and Sergeant Harris don’t think too badly of me for interfering in their investigation?’
‘Well, I’ll say this,’ said the sergeant, rather diplomatically, ‘you certainly made quite an impression on them. Even old Harris had to rather grudgingly admit that you made a valuable contribution to the gathering of information.’
‘Contribution?’ Lavinia gave a snort. ‘Rose solved the case. If it hadn’t been for her, you would have arrested the wrong person.’
‘I’m sure the truth would have come out in the end,’ said Rose quickly. ‘Are you going back to London, Sergeant? You will give my best wishes to Inspector Deacon, won’t you?’
‘I am and I will, miss. He’ll be very interested to hear all the details of this case, and your involvement in it, I am sure.’ He grinned and bid them a fond farewell.
The two women watched the retreating form of the policeman as he made his way down the drive.
‘I wonder,’ said Rose, ‘whether I shall become involved in any more murder investigations. I suppose things will be different after I get married.’
‘Nonsense,’ retorted Lavinia. ‘You will still be an amateur sleuth, Rose, or a private enquiry agent, or whatever you want to call yourself. And your services will still be required whether you are Miss Simpson or the Countess of Belvedere. I shall also have to tell my friends that you are awfully good at recovering stolen items, not just solving murders. You will be in great demand! And besides …’ Lavinia paused.
‘Yes?’
‘Murder does seem to follow you around wherever you go, doesn’t it? Life certainly won’t be dull for me having you as a sister-in-law.’ She squeezed Rose’s hand affectionately. ‘Won’t it be exciting? Now, we really must get back to Sedgwick. We’ve a wedding to attend to and I want to talk to you about my bridesmaid’s dress. I was wondering whether it wouldn’t look better if …’
Table of Contents
CopyrightCopyright 2016 Margaret Addison
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four‘Oh.’
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
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