The Victoria Vanishes
“'ATM machines,' said Dame Maud, perking up suddenly. 'They'll have needed lunches, won't they? Find out where they drew their money from. Women have to eat in the morning, it's a metabolism thing. Read their journey details from their Oyster cards, then check the coffee bars nearest to the stations from which they all alighted.' 'Are you sure you haven't worked with the police before?' asked Bryant. 'You have a criminal turn of mind.' 'No, dear, I haven't worked with the police.' Her moon-eyes swam innocently behind aquarium glass.
'No, but you've been in trouble with them a few times,' Maggie pointed out.
'It wasn't my fault that last time; it was your Maureen and her familiar, pulling my skirt off like that.' 'You were in the Trafalgar Square fountain swearing like a navvy.' 'I was in a state of advanced transcendentalism.' 'You were in a state of advanced inebriation, dear.' As Bryant left the witches arguing in the little terraced house, he found himself wondering what a handful o...f kindly, maternal legal secretaries could have done to place themselves on the death list of a deranged killer.MoreLess
'No, but you've been in trouble with them a few times,' Maggie pointed out.
'It wasn't my fault that last time; it was your Maureen and her familiar, pulling my skirt off like that.' 'You were in the Trafalgar Square fountain swearing like a navvy.' 'I was in a state of advanced transcendentalism.' 'You were in a state of advanced inebriation, dear.' As Bryant left the witches arguing in the little terraced house, he found himself wondering what a handful o...f kindly, maternal legal secretaries could have done to place themselves on the death list of a deranged killer.MoreLess
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