Fen Country
“A little too studiously, the inspector reflected, as, with a sergeant in tow for witness, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him: that elaborate disinterest was as revealing as any demonstrativeness could have been.
“Well now, Mrs. Soane, Mr. Masters,” he said cheerfully, “It’s about time we had a little talk. That’s providing Mrs. Soane feels up to it, of course.”
Enid Soane shrugged. She was a faded, worried-looking blonde woman in the middle thirties, a former employee of S...oane’s whom he had married in his retirement. “I dont mind,” she said lifelessly. “I shan’t get a wink of sleep tonight anyhow.”
“A tragic business.” The inspector produced his notebook, perched himself on the arm of a chair. “Not at all the sort of crime you look for in a quiet little village like this. Let’s see, now… Mr. Masters, you’d known Mr. Soane for how long?”
Oliver Masters, who had been leaning against the mantelpiece, straightened up abruptly: a thin, dark, middle-aged man, with a hooked nose and a jutting jaw.MoreLess
“Well now, Mrs. Soane, Mr. Masters,” he said cheerfully, “It’s about time we had a little talk. That’s providing Mrs. Soane feels up to it, of course.”
Enid Soane shrugged. She was a faded, worried-looking blonde woman in the middle thirties, a former employee of S...oane’s whom he had married in his retirement. “I dont mind,” she said lifelessly. “I shan’t get a wink of sleep tonight anyhow.”
“A tragic business.” The inspector produced his notebook, perched himself on the arm of a chair. “Not at all the sort of crime you look for in a quiet little village like this. Let’s see, now… Mr. Masters, you’d known Mr. Soane for how long?”
Oliver Masters, who had been leaning against the mantelpiece, straightened up abruptly: a thin, dark, middle-aged man, with a hooked nose and a jutting jaw.MoreLess
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