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I’m here.’
    He raised his prawn-like eyebrows a fraction. ‘I see. Well, if it’s a reference you require I’d be delighted; but if you want me to find you a job that’s rather a different matter. Still, if you’ll tell me what qualifications you have, I’ll do my best to…’
    ‘Thanks, but this isn’t a case for either. I followed your wishes in telling my friends and neighbours that Teddy died of a heart-attack, but we know that he was murdered. You couldn’t have concealed the truth from me, even if you hadwanted to, because I had to be given his death certificate. I don’t think that by nature I am vindictive, but Teddy meant… meant a lot to me. I want to help bring his murderer to justice.’
    ‘That’s very understandable,’ said C.B. gravely, ‘but I’m afraid you would only be wasting your time. The police are doing everything possible, and even with all their resources they haven’t yet got a clue.’
    ‘Then that is all the more reason why you should let me try my hand. If in a fortnight they have failed to get anywhere, it means that the trail has gone cold by now, so they are not very likely to. Fresh crimes are calling for the attention of the police every day; so they will give less and less time to Teddy’s case, and after another few weeks shelve it.’
    ‘No case is ever closed until the criminal is caught.’
    Mary Morden made an impatient gesture. ‘No, but after a while the file joins the hundreds of others on unsolved crimes and no one does any more about it.’ Her strong jaw hardened suddenly and she added: ‘But take me on and that won’t happen. I’ll stick to it for years if…’
    ‘Take you on!’ C.B. repeated, then he quickly shook his head. ‘No, Mrs. Morden, I’m sorry, but that is quite out of the question. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t. There are very definite rules governing procedure in my department.’
    ‘Oh, I didn’t mean officially. That’s why I thought it best to come here to see you. Then no one could suspect that I was working for you. And I don’t want any pay. I’m not rolling in money, but I can manage on what I’ve got.’
    For a moment C.B. looked straight at the beautiful earnest face opposite him; then he shook his head again. ‘Honestly, it’s not possible. For you even to make a start I’d have to disclose to you the mission Teddy was employed upon, and that would mean letting you into all sorts of official secrets. I could lose my job for that. Besides, you would be exposing yourself to grave danger and that’s a responsibility I’m not prepared to take.’
    She pulled a face, shrugged and made a move to standup. ‘Very well, Colonel Verney, I’m sorry to find you so uncooperative and sorry to have wasted your time. I’ll just have to set about the business on my own.’
    ‘Hey! Wait a mo’, lady.’ Conky Bill gestured her back into the chair. He was trying desperately to think of some way in which he could dissuade her from entering on an investigation that, at best, would mean months of futile endeavour and, at worst, the chance that she would run up against real trouble which would end in her becoming a lovely corpse.
    ‘Well!’ she smiled suddenly. ‘Are you thinking of changing your mind?’
    ‘No, M’am,’ he replied promptly, getting to his feet. ‘And I’m not likely to in a matter like this, I’m just going to make you a cup of tea.’
    ‘That’s nice of you,’ she conceded, and her smile broadened, showing two rows of strong, even teeth.
    He rather prided himself as a brewer of a good cup of tea, and some minutes later he emerged from his kitchenette with a tray on which reposed a pot of Earl Grey, milk, lemon, sugar and a plate of shortbread biscuits. Setting it down he said, ‘You must be “mother”. Lemon for me and three lumps of sugar.’
    As she poured out, he went on, ‘So you’re going to play the lone wolf, eh? Or rather the unshorn lamb going into the forest to put the fear of God