Murder Aboard the Flying Scotsman: a 1920s cozy historical mystery (A Ginger Gold Mystery Book 8) by Lee Strauss

Author:Lee Strauss [Strauss, Lee]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
ISBN: 9781988677668
Publisher: La Plume Press
Published: 2018-10-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

The next morning, Ginger and Basil took a taxicab to the York Police station in search of Inspector Sullivan. They were directed to a small office behind the reception area and found the scruffy gentleman there. It was the first time Ginger had seen the man without a hat and she noticed a rather large balding spot on the top of his head.

“Yes, hello,” Inspector Sullivan said. “I expected that you would show up here today.” He reached for a cigarette case, offered it to Basil and Ginger who both shook their heads, before taking a cigarette for himself and lighting it.

Basil pulled out a chair for Ginger and took a second one for himself. “Is there anything new to report?”

“I’ve sent out men to scour the railway line again this morning. Could be they missed something yesterday. It was getting dark and hard to see by the time they got out there.” He let out a billow of smoke from the side of his mouth. “I don’t expect they’ll find anything, but I like to be thorough.”

“I suspect they’ll find a black cane with the rubber tip missing,” Ginger said.

Inspector Sullivan blew smoke from the side of his mouth. “Is that so?”

“We have reason to believe the mourning passenger who called herself Mrs. Simms was someone else in disguise.”

“That would explain why she disappeared into thin air,” Inspector Sullivan said. “But what happened to her clothes? All black you say?”

Ginger nodded, “Yes, widow’s wear. The person must’ve carried on an empty handbag or holdall. He or she could’ve simply removed the black clothing, having their day clothes already on underneath.”

The inspector conceded. “I’ll make sure the men keep their eyes open for a cane.”

“Make sure they wear gloves,” Ginger said. “Finger prints.”

Inspector Sullivan glared at her as he tapped ash into a tray. “I know how to do my job, Mrs. Reed.”

“My wife means no offence,” Basil said. “She just wants what we all do - to solve this case.”

Ginger smiled at her husband appreciatively.

Inspector Sullivan shrugged.

Basil continued, “I’d like to visit the victim’s house today, along with the post office where the mail bag came from—”

“It’s forty miles to Doncaster.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that,” Basil said. “I’d also like to speak with the unlucky bloke who got knocked out at the drop off point.”

“Doncaster Hospital. Nine stitches, the poor chap.” Inspector Sullivan squashed his cigarette butt until the red ember died to grey. “I sent a man to make those rounds. Hospital last night, post office this morning.”

“And?”

“Not anything of note. Perhaps you’ll have better luck.” To Ginger he said, “Your sister, she’s gone back to London?”

“I wish that were the case,” Ginger said. “No, she insisted on going to Miss Dansby’s house and offering her support. They are childhood friends.”

“I remember that fact now.” He leaned in over his desk. “Just how close are they, would you say? Close enough that Miss Dansby would confide in her? I hate to say it, but we’ll have to investigate Miss Gold, as a matter of form.

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