I frowned. “Eunice … Ogier …. Is that the woman you came here about last time?”
“Yes, mum. Apparently she was known by a member of your kitchen staff at the Country House.”
“I shall speak to the staff about this at once.”
“Yes, well, the woman said Miss Ogier left the city.” He seemed disappointed. “I thought you should know.”
“Thank you for telling me. Is anything else required?”
The constable hesitated. “Do you have mourning garb?”
“Why, no, I have never needed to purchase any. I have been most fortunate in that regard.”
The constable nodded. “Yes. That is most fortunate.” He paused. “Well, I’m sure you’re quite busy. Good day, mum.”
Interesting. He clearly suspected me. But it would be a brave judge indeed who signed the warrant to search Spadros Manor.
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Later that day, J
