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Chapter Thirteen-2
“That happens nearly every day.” Mrs Dewar had followed Watters into the garden. “It's annoying but not as bad as the men.” “The men?” Watters asked. “They just stand at the door and stare,” Mrs Dewar said. “If I challenge them, they move away, but they always come back. They say nothing, only stand and stare.” “I'll have a word with the beat bobby,” Watters said. “Thank you,” Mrs Dewar said. “Shall we return downstairs? I'll ring for fresh tea.” The second pot was as good as the first. Watters leaned back in his chair. “Do you think the murders, the gangs of boys and the staring men are linked, Mrs Dewar?” “Undoubtedly,” Mrs Dewar said. “The intimidation was one reason I hired James Campbell.” “Who?” Watters asked. “James Campbell,” Mrs Dewar repeated, teasing Watters with her eye
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