“Attempted murder?” the Inspector asked.
“Cater Street,” I said casually. “Miss Tanty’s house. The intended victim was me.
“No rush, though,” I added. “As I said, Constable Linnet is already on the scene.”
I have to give the Inspector full marks, though, for neatly handling a wobbly situation.
«Antigone,” he said, turning to his wife, “would you mind running Miss de Luce and her sisters home to Buckshaw in your own car? I’ll pop in later for tea and questioning.”
Tea and questioning!
I loved the man! Absolutely adored him.
“Thank you, Inspector,” I said. “How terribly kind of you.”
I’m afraid I pronounced it “teddibly”.
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