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see it?’ asked Jimmy.
    ‘See what?’ asked Cupido.
    ‘The engraving.’ He held the cartridge closer and rotated it.
    ‘What is it?’ asked Griessel.
    ‘Take this,’ said Arnold, and he held out a magnifying glass. Griessel took it, and studied the copper tube.
    ‘It looks like a snake. Ready to strike.’
    ‘Amazing,’ said Jimmy. ‘That he can see anything at all through those bloodshot eyes.’
    ‘And what’s under the rearing snake?’ Arnold asked.
    ‘Are those letters?’The engraving was tiny.
    ‘Praise the Lord. The Hawks can read.’
    ‘We can bliksem you too,’ said Cupido. ‘What do the letters say?’
    ‘“N”, dot, “m”, dot,’ said Arnold.
    ‘So what does that mean? “Never mind”?’
    ‘Where do you dig that up?’
    ‘NM. Never mind. Don’t you understand texting language? I thought you were so clever?’
    ‘Sophisticated people don’t use texting abbreviations. Capital N, small letter m stands for “newton-metre”. If both were small letter it would stand for “nanometre”. But in both cases without the dot,’ said Arnold.
    ‘So what do the two capital letters with two dots stand for?’
    ‘I thought you were the detectives.’
    ‘Because you rocket scientists don’t know?’ said Cupido in triumph.
    ‘We can’t do all your work for you.’
    ‘Or, at least we can’t do all your work for you all the time.’
    ‘ Fokkof ,’ said Griessel. ‘We have to search the last room. Are you finished there?’
    ‘Haven’t even started.’
    ‘ Jissis ,’ said Cupido.
    They went to interview Scarlett January, daughter of the murdered worker, Cyril.
    Cupido sat beside her on the comfortable couch in the sitting room. He held her hand, his voice gentle and sympathetic. Griessel and Christel de Haan each sat in a chair.
    ‘I’m so sorry for your loss, little sister.’
    The pretty, petite girl nodded through her tears.
    ‘If I could, I would not have bothered you. But we want to catch these evil people. They must pay for what they have done to your daddy.’
    Another nod.
    ‘Are you OK to answer a few little questions?’
    She sniffed, blew her nose, and said: ‘Yes, uncle.’
    ‘You are very brave, sistertjie , your daddy would be very proud of you. Did you work with him every day in the guesthouse?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘The night shift, nè ?’
    Nod.
    ‘Did you see the Englishman?’
    ‘ Ja .’
    ‘What can you tell us about him?’
    ‘He was very friendly.’
    ‘Did he talk to you?’
    ‘ Ja .’
    ‘What did he say?’
    ‘My table looked nice. And the food was good.’
    ‘Is that all?’
    ‘And it’s so lovely here. On the farm. If he looks out the window. That’s all.’
    ‘OK, sistertjie , that’s very good. Now the bodyguards. Did you talk to them too?’
    ‘Not really.’
    ‘Were they nice to you?’
    ‘ Ja , uncle. But they didn’t talk much.’
    ‘Now, last night, what time did you leave there?’
    The memory of the previous evening caused Scarlett’s shoulders to shake. It took her a time to say: ‘I don’t know.’
    ‘It’s OK, sistertjie . So more or less nine o’clock?’
    Nod.
    ‘And everything was OK. There in the guesthouse?’
    Nod.
    ‘The same as the other nights?’
    ‘ Ja .’
    ‘The bodyguards weren’t different?’
    ‘No, uncle.’
    ‘Can you tell us how you left? Did one of them walk with you?’
    ‘ Ja . The one they call B. J.’
    ‘OK, tell me nicely.’
    ‘I told B. J. I was finished. He went and unlocked the front door. He went out first and looked, and then he came back in and said everything is fine. Then I called Daddy, because he had to help me with the trolley down the steps. Then—’
    ‘What trolley?’
    ‘The trolley with the leftovers and the dishes.’
    ‘OK, and then?’
    ‘Then we went out, Daddy helped me down the steps, and I pushed it back to the restaurant.’
    ‘And then they locked up again?’
    ‘I don’t know.’
    ‘That’s OK. And you didn’t see anything, while you were