Dover One by Joyce Porter

Author:Joyce Porter [Porter, Joyce]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0881501344
Published: 2017-10-14T04:00:00+00:00

The rest of Sunday passed uneventfully. Dover ‘thought’ all afternoon, flat on his back and snoring gently. Sergeant MacGregor was packed off on a lot of not very important missions, checking this and counterchecking that. Dover didn’t really mind very much how the sergeant occupied his time as long as he got out from under his, Dover’s, feet.

As far as Dover was concerned the whole case had ground to an unimpressive halt, if you could use such a phrase about an undertaking which had never got moving in the first place. It was obvious that Juliet Rugg was not a particularly nice girl. There were a number of rather woolly motives which, in the continuing absence of the body, didn’t amount to all that much. Sir John Counter might have murdered her because she was two-timing him with one of his social equals, though there was no evidence that she was. Eve Counter might have murdered her to stop her marrying her father. Michael Chubb-Smith and/or his mother might have done the girl in to put a stop to her blackmailing game- Maxine Chubb-Smith might have finished her off in a fit of wild jealousy. Gordon Pilley might have . . . Oh, what the hell, thought Dover crossly, if pigs could fly, anybody in the entire country could have done the dratted girl in! All he’d got so far was a lot of airy-fairy speculation. He hadn’t enough factual evidence to cover a sixpence. He’d no proof that Juliet was even dead, although, he told himself pompously, and not risking all that much, he’d stake his professional reputation that she was.

As the chief inspector slipped gently towards sleep he brooded uneasily on the case as a whole- He didn’t like these amateur jobs,

he thought fretfully. Give him a good professional crime every time. All you had to do then was sit back and wait for some disgruntled villain or other to start singing. Then, when you knew which one of them it was, you just dolled up the evidence a bit and made it point in the right direction. Easy as falling off a tree. ’Strewth, he’d give his right arm for an informer on this case. It wasn’t fair to expect him to go round searching for clues and making deductions and God knows what! He sighed deeply. Perhaps the body’d turn up tomorrow. Then they’d have something to go on . . . That’s what he wanted. A nice solid body . . . dripping . . . with . . . clues . . .

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