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2024-10-29 19:42:56With the Irish Sea to our right, we rolled west through Greenstone and Little St Mary's
"If you look across the water, you can begin to catch glimpses of the Isle of Old Norse," I said.
"We're coming upon the Narrow-Water," I continued, "which separates Old Norse from mainland Wales. The northern end of the strait was once guarded on the Old Norse side by Derneford Castle, a very motivating bit of military construction, which, though never completed, is still extremely impressive and even more so in its time."
"I’ve never seen so many castles," Sandra said.
"There's a reason for them, Sandra," I replied. "Centuries ago, before the great sailing ships made international occupation a practicable desire, this part of Wales was the front row of a kingdom. English kings, notably Edward I, spent massive amounts trying to overcome the insubordinate Welsh, and these castles may be the most intense souvenirs of that era we still have today. But to value them
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"We've asked Catherine and Paul Davis for dinner, neither of them are in the right mood to cook for themselves so soon after the service, and I am certain they would be pleased to meet both of you," Flynn said."I had hoped they would see us," I replied. "How are Mr and Mrs Davis since the funeral?""It's been an awful time for all and sundry," Flynn answered. "But they're supporting each other well. There's a feeling of finality about a funeral, and strangely it can be reassuring, particularly when it occurs so long after she died. But there's also a horrifying awareness of definiteness, and they'll need as much care as we can give them for quite a while.""I have some news which could make a difference," I offered to Sandra's surprise, but then to her visible frustration, I proclaimed I would say no more without the parents being there.After a short drive, along winding country roads, we pulled up outside the home of Brian Flynn,Halfway through
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Shortly after a sumptuous meal, Flynn broadcast the appearance of Daniel Coughlin, who had tutored Tina mathematics in school."It's an honour to meet you, Mr Noone and you, DCI Burton," Coughlin said. "I'll be happy to help you however I can, even though I cannot visualise what I am able to tell you that would be of any assistance. It has been such a long time since I last saw Tina, and I have no idea who could have murdered her.""But you knew Tina? You schooled her?" I asked. "We're basically fascinated in what you witnessed. Anything you tell us now could hypothetically be advantageous later.""I'm glad to hear it," said Coughlin. "I shall undoubtedly tell you anything I can.""What were your first feelings of Tina?" I asked."We knew about her before we met her," replied the teacher. "She had done her GCSE in maths at primary school and got a B at an intermediary level. She took the higher-level GCSE a couple of months later and got an A!"
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I ripped through the other papers in my usual speedy manner, slowing down only once and then not for long. "Not much of substance in the papers today, Sandra," I said. "The Mail On Sunday has an article that might prove interesting, but in all the other newspapers, nothing. So, we seem to be on our own for the moment."Having cast an eye over all the papers, I left them in an unkempt pile, needing Sandra's help, a task we almost completed when Flynn knocked on the door."Lunch is ready," he said. "We can eat when you have finished."A few minutes later, we united with the family in the dining room, where Flynn introduced us to Tina's sister Maggie and her husband, James. Once again, we conveyed our commiserations, and once again, family members acknowledged us for our attention to Tina's death."We'll talk after lunch," I said, and we sat down to eat.We had nearly finished a New York-style cheesecake for dessert when Flynn got up to answer the doo
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"Bloody hell!!" I shouted in a burst of anger. "The bastards!""I'm very sorry," said Maggie Plume, visibly shaken by my outburst.I looked at her."I am not angry with you.""That's what it looked like," she replied."I'm angry at what has happened to your family." I answered. "It's a bloody disgrace."My voice trailed off, leaving a quietness which no one risked breaking.Finally, calming myself, I turned to James Plume."Have you sold your house yet, Dr Plume?""No, we haven't," he replied."Can you take it off the market for a while?" I asked."I suppose we can. But Why? How? I'm sorry," James Plume said, "but I don't understand. How did you know we were trying to sell our house and how did you know I'm a doctor? And what do any of these things have to do with Tina?""I make it my business to know things," I said. "If I were you, I would take my home off the market, if only to keep unwelcome visi
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The post arrived just as Sandra had finished making some ham and pickle sandwiches and handing me an envelope, with flowery handwriting. "Georgina Lyall will call on us at four o'clock this afternoon." "Is she one of the two good-looking blondes Hector recommended you had better get in touch with?" Sandra asked. "Certainly, she is. Unfortunately, I am not aware of anything else about her, or her association with this case, but I am sure we will find out rapidly enough." As expected, my forecast showed to be correct. Georgina Lyall appeared shortly before four and introduced herself with an astonishing declaration. "I would have come earlier had I known you were involved in the case, Mr Noone," she said. "I am so grateful for your letter." "Please sit down," I said, "and tell us, from the start, how you came to be involved in Tina's case." "It was through my job," she replied. "I'm a fashion stylist, and I teach at Homerton Coll
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"What was all that about?" Sandra asked when we had established ourselves in our hotel room."What was all what about?" I replied"I'm not sure I understood your discussion with Maggie and James, " I said. "How did you know they were advertising their home? And why are the Metropolitan police trying to keep her quiet?""According to the media," I said, "Tina's colleagues called in the police at MI6, who became anxious after not noticing her at work for some time. But there have been contradictory accounts," I resumed. "And according to one, it was Maggie who called the police. Usually, a sole disputing account would not entice much of my consideration. Nevertheless, somebody printed that reporting the Haliheved Chronicle. Why? Some other features of that report were very peculiar. It gave the actual name of the street where Maggie and James live, it gave the name of the hospital where they both work, it stated that their home was for sale, and it even quoted the
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"Wake up, Sandra!" I said, shaking her by the shoulder. "Wake up, darling!""What is it?" She asked sleepily."You've overslept again. We must catch a train and get back to London," I said. "I've got you breakfast for you, but you must get moving."She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and started to regain her bearings. I gestured toward the table upon which a tray of breakfast awaited her. A second tray, empty, showed her that I had already eaten."I'm sorry," Sandra said. "I have so much trouble getting to sleep recently. And then, when I do finally drop off, I am woken up by the most horrible dreams.""Dreams about what we're looking into?" I asked."Yes," She said."Dreaming of Tina Davis in the bag?""Why, yes? How did you guess?""With her arms and legs contorted behind her?""That's the strangest part. I know it can't be, and yet in my mind, I keep trying to see it that way.""That's the power of the lie, Sa
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"Have you any theories ?," Sandra asked me, "which would clear up the rumours you have been relating, with their secretive conferences and unexpected relocations?""I have established seven," he replied, "some more credible than others.""Which of them are most likely?""The first question in my mind," I answered, "is whether the media is reporting the truth. If not, we must work with theories regarding the intelligence service, the police, and the press. But if the media are correct, we are getting sights into the life of Tina Davis. Let's assume the rumours of these two mystifying couples are true. It's pure conjecture, of course. But where does it take us? Suppose she were immersed in undertakings of which she knew MI6 would have a problem with. How would she contact her colleagues? She'd been working for GCHQ, the eavesdropping service, for a decade, decoding bugged exchanges, unless the media has that wrong, so she would know better than to suppose her phon
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59 Sandra raised her eyes suddenly and gave me the same sort of inspection, as if she’d never really seen me before: and I guessed that for her it was much more a radical assessment. I was no longer the man she’d tricked rather easily with her charms and feminine ways, but the man who had discovered her duplicity. I was accustomed by now to seeing this new view of me when people had tried to deceive me, and although I might often regret it, there seemed no way of going back. “They warned me you know,” she said doubtfully. “I kept hearing how good the great Quintus Noone was, and I should tread carefully. They said you’re exceptionally good…exceptionally good…at this sort of thing. But I didn’t believe them. But now I’m standing here in your North London flat banged to rights.” “Afraid so,” I said succinctly. Her eyes were red with tears, but I never fell for crocodile tears. Having three sisters had nullified that emotion. “When did you
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"The three theories," I began, "are positively conceivable. Assuming what we recognise, we may deliberate them quite believable. But they are still theoretical. In extra words, they may be precise, but their correctness is by no way established. As such, they signify three areas of indecision. However, I do not regard these doubts as major flaws in our case, both because in all three examples, several reasonable replacements exist, and because these propositions are all efforts to respond consequential, or even relating, questions. We may never find acceptable responses to all these distant inquiries, but the fundamental of our case is built on solutions to other, more dominant, questions. Do you understand?" "I do," Sandra replied, "but I don't see where you're going with it." "I think Tina Davis was assassinated," I continued. "I think MI6 played a main role in her death, and I think so founded on deliberations dispassionate of these doubts. I think Tina was doing
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"As we move away from the fundamentals, things get ambiguous, Sandra. There is one conceivable response to the subject of why Tina may have focused against her employers. But there are many other probabilities. For what reason did Tina make those trips to the café near the West Finchley tube station. Her recurrent chance encounters with an enigmatic duo, who may or may not be the same as the Mediterranean twosome for whom the police are hypothetically searching. Maybe Tina and the couple were convening to arrange other, less observable meetings, and for this motive, these discussions were seen by Tina's MI6 as duplicitous.""It is likely that the Mediterranean pair, and the West Finchley team may be the identical people," Sandra interjected, "and that they might have been MI6 agents who were allocated to analyse Tina, possibly to deceive her, definitely to obtain whatever she may have been attracted to reveal."
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"But why?" Sandra demanded, "I cannot believe you are willing to give up, so easily.""When I said, I was going to drop it, what I meant was that the Home Secretary angle has been shut off to me, but there are more than one way to skin a cat.""Please, Quintus, tell me, what you are planning to do?""Very well. Unless I'm reading it entirely incorrect, the crime concerned as much personality elimination as bodily slaying. What could be the reason? It seems to me that Tina must have been doing something her managers found unbearable, something that made her a burden rather than an advantage, and I don't think she was very careful about it.""Go on," Sandra pressed."She was besieged for a three-branched attack: first, to quieten her forever; second, to make sure she would never be contemplated well-thought-of, though she may have been much more than that; and third, to warn her co-workers of the significances of pursuing the trail she chose."
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I woke up early the following day to find that Sandra had already left, although she hadn't eaten breakfast. Instead, I found a note and a newspaper. I read the note first. Quintus There is terrible news this morning. I have gone to find out what the Commissioner knows about this. All the morning papers say the same. So here is the story in its most diminutive illegible form. I will return as soon as possible. SB Then I picked up the paper and found that Sandra had circled a headline, which read: Two Metropolitan Police Shot In Jewellery Shop Robbery Home Secretary Unharmed, Cabinet Shuffled The text was this: Two Metropolitan Police officers sustained gunshot wounds yesterday after apparently stumbling upon an attempted burglary in progress. Detectives Hector Nelson, 45, and Stewart Alderman, 32, were wounded while chasing suspe
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Under arrest?" the Home Secretary cried. "Are you stupid? I am a Home Secretary! A representative of the Cabinet! I am a fragment of the Government!! Do you comprehend??""Yes!" Nelson said."I cannot be under arrest!" the Home Secretary continued. "I cannot be incarcerated! I cannot be put on trial! Don't you know anything?""I do understand," said Nelson calmly, "that no man's job designation seats him above the rules.""Ha!" the Home Secretary replied, whose pallid face was becoming more sanguine with each occurring second. "We become the law! We are the law! The directive is ours! It is not to be expended in opposition to us!"Sandra, Nelson, and I gaped in incredulity as the manacled man carried on. Alderman, progressing gradually, appeared from the bedroom and began to move toward us. The Home Secretary didn't seem to perceive; he just stormed on."We're the administration!" he bellowed. "We make the regulations. So clearly we cannot r
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"Very well," said the Home Secretary. I sat in an armchair and scrutinised intently at our visitor opposite. "I can begin with the particulars of the tableau. Even though no exact reason of death has been proven, our study has left no misgiving in my mind that Tina Davis was assassinated." "Really!" exclaimed the Home Secretary. "Oh, no! She was the victim of a very strange kinky sex game gone wrong, wasn't she?" "That is not true. The state of the flat and that of her corpse propose an alternative justification completely." "I did not know," said the Home Secretary. "No, I you didn't. There is a great deal of misperception about what happened." "A resentful paramour?" the Home Secretary suggested. "No, definitely not. Offences of lust are generally chaotic; the wrongdoer gets flustered and consigns a profusion of proof. In this case, the lack of scientific verification, among other things, advocates planning." "Fuck me
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52 When we had all finished eating, Sandra brought a tray of coffee. I invited the two policemen to relax on the settee, and we all paid the detective chief inspector kindly accolades as she cleared the table. "I almost forgot to tell you, Mr. Noone," Nelson said, "and it may not even matter. But a couple of interesting details came to my attention, and I would be remiss if I failed to share them." “Please do.” "We have continuously supposed that there are two unexplained couples involved in this case," said Nelson, "but that might not be true, sir." "Why’s that?" "One couple," Nelson said, "the so-called Mediterranean couple, were purportedly buzzed into Tina's residence by a neighbour, apparently after asserting to have a key to Tina’s flat. Detectives are clearly fascinated by the Mediterranean couple, and police artists have even created e-fits of them. The other couple met Tina Davis several times at the
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51 After DI Brooks left, I closed all the drapery, turned on the lights, and sat in a comfy chair to read. "Aren't we going to alter the venue for this evening's events?" Sandra asked. "This is now a crime scene." "If we change it, our suspect will get suspicious." "Very well," Sandra shrugged, and this was followed by a rigorous knocking on the door. "That will be Hector and his mate," I said, standing up to respond to the thumping. But when I opened it, I discovered I was looking at a worn-down old lady. "Good afternoon," she said, in a rumbling and oddly recognisable voice. "Come on in, Stewart. Meet Quintus Noone and DI Burton." We observed an old man waddle into the flat, lugging an overnight case over which he was bowed in understandable distress. The old lady shut the door and removed her coat and then her wig, disclosing the recognisable face of Hector Nelson. "Hello, DCI Burton," he said. "It's a joy to see you
