(15/30) the Deadly Dance
“asked Charles over breakfast.“Think it was something like Chater’s.”“Good firm. Lombard Street. I know someone there. I’ll give them a ring.”When Charles went to the phone, Agatha sipped her coffee and smoked a cigarette, wishing it were like the old days when she hadn’t set up as a professional detective and had only the one case to bother about.Charles came back, grinning. “Now here’s a thing. Laggat-Brown isn’t with them any more. He’s set up his own business— import/export.”“Importing and exporting what?”“Electronic bits and pieces. Got an office up a dingy stair inFetter Lane, according to my old school pal. Our Jeremy travels a lot. Seems to be a one-man operation, with a secretary to look after things when he’s not there.”“Why did he leave Chater’s?”“Evidently said he was tired of stockbroking.”“No leaving under a cloud, anything like that?”“I’ll push further.”“I should really put you on the books,” began Agatha, then added hurriedly as she saw a mercenary gleam in Charles’s ey...es, “but I’m overstretched as it is.”He sighed.MoreLess
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