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That evening, the tearoom closed and the kitchen quiet, Honora, Flora Heffernan, and Rosalie shared a few quiet moments. Their relief that the inspector had not wanted to see the kitchen was mingled with the obvious targeting of the Garden Arms. After finding nothing untoward on the first floor and signs of habitation in Room 1, Mr Kent had inspected the ground floor storeroom and the taproom. Michaels had not been impressed with the inspector’s acerbic comments on cleanliness, service, and staff. Nor with his pedantic concern over the most minor of details. He complained about labels not showing properly, glasses not lined up perfectly, and smudges on the tap handles, for chrissake! He was a right pain in the arse when Mr P was around, but he’s worse now. Michaels was not one to mince h