Chapter Eleven
Having failed to materialise at Bow Street, Mr. Ballantine was not to be found at Strangewayes either. It was most disobliging of him.
‘I believe I have lost interest in investigating,’ Clarissa declared, once the unhappy truth could no longer be denied. ‘It makes me lose all heart.’
‘But if we do not find the killer, there will in all likelihood be several more corpses dumped all over London,’ Gussie protested.
Clarissa merely yawned. ‘What of that? Most of the people of London are boringly alive. The city can very well find space for a few more dead ones.’
‘Go if you choose, then,’ Gussie said. ‘I want to look around.’ She marched off, without waiting for a reply.
The two ladies had tumbled out of the Maundevyles’ coach at the door of the theatre and bustled inside,
