THE MISSING WIFE an enthralling crime mystery full of twists (Yorkshire Murder Mysteries Book 2) by ROGER SILVERWOOD

Author:ROGER SILVERWOOD [SILVERWOOD, ROGER]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Joffe Books thriller and mystery
Published: 2019-09-14T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Mrs Moore stood in the doorway at Millhouse Hall. ‘Oh it’s you, Inspector. Did you want to see Sir Charles? I’m afraid he’s in London, of course.’

‘No Mrs Moore, it is you I want to see,’ he said as he strode into the big oak-panelled entrance hall. He patted the roll of carpet he was carrying under his arm.

She stood back from the door to give the policeman easier access.

‘Oh, you’ve brought me carpet back.’

‘Not exactly. I just want you to tell me whether this is the piece of carpet that went missing at the same time as Lady Millhouse, that’s all.’ He partly unrolled the length as far as the floor.

‘Oooh yes, Inspector, that’s it,’ she said wide-eyed and smiling. ‘Are you going to put it back where it belongs?’

‘I can’t leave it, I’m afraid. It’s wanted as evidence.’ He turned towards the drawing room door. ‘Will you show me exactly where it was?’

She closed the front door and ushered him through the nearest doorway. ‘Go on through, Inspector.’

The big airy room with its many upholstered chairs, settees, piano, grandfather clock and other furniture looked like a department store showroom without the illumination of the big fire, and the wall lights, the lamps, the chandeliers and people milling around. There was a strong smell of beeswax and glinting brass and silver testified that Mrs Moore had been busy.

She stood at the side of the grandfather clock and waved her hand downwards across the area directly in front of the fireplace. ‘There,’ she said. ‘That’s where it was. It’s been there for years.’

Angel grunted. ‘A sort of hearthrug.’

‘Yes,’ she said. ‘It was.’

He looked at the grandfather clock. He noted that it was secured to the wall by screws through black iron brackets down each side and that the brackets were partly covered by wallpaper. The base of the clock had an arch cut out of the front and the big chintz patterned carpet fitted neatly under the foot all the way back to the skirting board.

A small, satisfied smile appeared on his face. He nodded almost imperceptibly. He listened briefly to the rich sound of the big clock’s tick, and then he turned to the housekeeper. ‘Very nice. I’ll put this carpet down a minute, if you don’t mind. There are a few other questions I would like to ask you.’

‘If I can help, Inspector,’ she said, wiping her sweaty hands on her overall.

He pulled the little leather-backed notepad from his inside coat pocket and turned back a few pages. ‘Ah, yes. Lady Yvette used to receive letters from abroad?’

‘Yes. From France. I have sometimes picked the letters up from the mat and put them on the hall table. It depended what time the postman delivered. Sometimes I noticed that there was a letter for her with a foreign stamp on it. Yes.’

‘Who was it from?’

‘Ooooh, I have no idea, Inspector. She wouldn’t tell me.’

Angel looked into her watery blue eyes then he said, ‘Sir Charles and I looked in the bureau for a letter or an address, but there was no indication as to who it might have been.

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