The Postmaster's Daughter by Louis Tracy
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"He would be useful here in a day or two," said Winter. "Ah, thanks! Is that a tip?" "Not for publication. What you must say is that this affair looks like baffling the shrewdest wits in Scotland Yard." "My very phrase--my own ewe lamb. Pardon. I shouldn't have alluded to sheep." "The only known representative of the Yard in Steynholme is Furneaux," smiled the Chief Inspector. Furneaux was drumming on a window-pane with his finger-tips. "True," he cackled. "Just to prove it, he now informs you that Siddle, finding trade slow, has called on Mr. John Menzies Grant!" CHAPTER XVI FURNEAUX MAKES A SUCCESSFUL BID The lawn front of The Hollies was not visible from the upper story of the Hare and Hounds owing to a clump of pines which had found foothold on the cliff, but, through the gap formed by the end of the post office garden, |
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