Murder at Tregowyn Manor by G. G. Vandagriff

Author:G. G. Vandagriff [Vandagriff, G. G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Orson Whitney Press
Published: 2020-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Curious, she smacked her hands together to rid them of crumbs, wiped them on a napkin, and went over to the lawn where the DCI stood.

He started walking, and she endeavored to keep up with him. She had a long stride for a woman, but the policeman’s was longer, and evidently more impatient. They reached the Manor House in short order.

The interviews were taking place in her father’s sitting room near the front of the house. She had always disliked the room. It was cluttered and smelled of her father’s pipe. It was dark, the walls hung with her father’s hunting trophies—staring dead animals.

Catherine sat on the hard dining room chair they had brought into the room. The Detective Chief Inspector sat comfortably across from her in her father’s favorite leather wing-backed armchair. She handed him the newspaper.

“Have you seen this?”

“The devil!” said the policeman. “Who’s behind it?”

“My father’s furious, as you can imagine. I’ve questioned all the archaeology group, and they’re upset, too. I don’t think any of them did it. Seems to me, it was one of your lot.”

The DCI shifted in his chair. “I expect it’s easiest to blame the police. I’ll look into it.” He shook his head, his mouth grim. “This’ll bring the press down on us in droves.”

“It’ll be hard for them to find a place to stay anywhere in Lostwithiel. The inn’s full.”

“Bodmin will be glad of their custom, I’m sure.” He fixed her with his dark eyes. “Now, Miss Tregowyn, you have been accommodating so far. I imagine we would have got on to the mine eventually, but you saved us a lot of bother and time. Have you reached any conclusions about who took the Roman tile? I may be wrong, but this question seems it might be at the bottom of the murder.”

“I am very interested in Flash . . . er . . . Professor Austin. He had a good opportunity to get the key. Sir Alfred was a heavy drinker. Evidently, he got drunk most nights. It would have been easy to take a wax impression of his key to the safe once he’d passed out. Plus, Professor Austin appears to be strapped for cash if his shabby clothing is anything to go by. Have you eliminated him as a murder suspect?”

“All in good time,” DCI Carew said, his tone impatient. “From what I understand, Mr. Nichols had no need for a wax impression. He had his own key to the vault. Why are you convinced of his innocence?”

She thought for a moment, then said, “Character mostly. He’s very dedicated to the work.”

“I understand that he, too, is in want of cash.”

“I think everyone is. As you know, times are hard.” Catherine was annoyed. Did the policeman have something concrete against Sonny?

As though sensing her question, the DCI said, “I know you are very good friends with his cousin, but I wouldn’t dismiss the young man in the matter of the murder. As you know, I have a witness that saw him out and about that night.

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