Inspector Alleyn 3-Book Collection 11: Photo-Finish, Light Thickens, Black Beech and Honeydew

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Ngaio Marsh

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2018

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‘Sorry to bother you,’ he said, ‘but I wonder if I might have a word. It won’t take a minute.’

‘But of course,’ said Hanley. ‘Where shall we go? Back into the library?’

‘Right.’

When they were there Hanley winningly urged further refreshment. Upon Alleyn’s declining, he said: ‘Well, I will; just a teeny tiddler,’ and helped himself to a gin-and-tonic. ‘What can I do for you, Mr Alleyn?’ he said. ‘Is there any further development?’

Alleyn said: ‘Did you type a letter to The Watchman some time before Madame Sommita’s death?’

Hanley’s jaw dropped and the hand holding his drink stopped half-way to his mouth. For perhaps three seconds he maintained this position and then spoke.

‘Oh Christmas!’ he said. ‘I’d forgotten. You wouldn’t credit it, would you? I’d entirely forgotten.’

He made no bones about explaining himself and did so very fluently and quite without hesitation. He had indeed typed a letter from the Sommita to The Watchman

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