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seen him before?”
    “Never.”
    “Have you any opinion as to whether his death was accidental, or do you think he shot himself deliberately?”
    “I haven't the faintest idea.”
    “You didn't see him when he came to the house previously?”
    “No. I believe it was in the middle of the morning and I shouldn't have been there. I'm out all day.”
    “Thank you, Mrs. Haymes. One thing more. You haven't any valuable jewellery? Rings, bracelets, anything of that kind?”
    Phillipa shook her head.
    “My engagement ring - a couple of brooches.”
    “And as far as you know, there was nothing of particular value in the house?”
    “No. I mean there is some quite nice silver - but nothing out of the ordinary.”
    “Thank you, Mrs. Haymes.”

A Murder is Announces
    II
    As Craddock retraced his steps through the kitchen garden he came face to face with a large red-faced lady, carefully corseted.
    “Good morning,” she said belligerently. “What do you want here?”
    “Mrs. Lucas? I am Detective-Inspector Craddock.”
    “Oh, that's who you are. I beg your pardon. I don't like strangers forcing their way into my garden wasting the gardeners' time. But I quite understand you have to do your duty.”
    “Quite so.”
    “May I ask if we are to expect a repetition of that outrage last night at Miss Blacklog's? Is it a gang?”
    “We are satisfied, Mrs. Lucas, that it was not the work of a gang.”
    “There are far too many robberies nowadays. The police are getting slack.” Craddock did not reply. “I suppose you've been talking to Phillipa Haymes?”
    “I wanted her account as an eyewitness.”
    “You couldn't have waited until one o'clock, I suppose? After all, it would be fairer to question her in her time, rather than in mine...”
    “I'm anxious to get back to headquarters.”
    “Not that one expects consideration nowadays. Or a decent day's work. On duty late, half an hour's pottering. A break for elevenses at ten o'clock. No work done at all the moment the rain starts. When you want the lawn mown there's always something wrong with the mower. And off duty five or ten minutes before the proper time.”
    “I understood from Mrs. Haymes that she left here at twenty minutes past five yesterday instead of five o'clock.”
    “Oh, I dare say she did. Give her her due, Mrs. Haymes is quite keen on her work, though there have been days when I have come out here and not been able to find her anywhere. She is a lady by birth, of course, and one feels it's one's duty to do something for these poor young war widows. Not that it isn't very inconvenient. Those long school holidays and the arrangement is that she has extra time off then. I told her that there are really excellent camps nowadays where children can be sent and where they have a delightful time and enjoy it far more than wandering about with their parents. They need practically not come home at all in the summer holidays.”
    “But Mrs. Haymes didn't take kindly to that idea?”
    “She's as obstinate as a mule, that girl. Just the time of year when I want the tennis court mowed and marked nearly every day. Old Ashe gets the lines crooked. But my convenience is never considered!”
    “I presume Mrs. Haymes takes a smaller salary than is usual.”
    “Naturally. What else could she expect?”
    “Nothing, I'm sure,” said Craddock. “Good morning, Mrs. Lucas.”

A Murder is Announces
    III
    “It was dreadful,” said Mrs. Swettenham happily.
    “Quite - quite - dreadful, and what I say is that they ought to be far more careful what advertisements they accept at the Gazette office. At the time, when I read it, I thought it was very odd. I said so, didn't I, Edmund?”
    “Do you remember just what you were doing when the lights went out, Mrs. Swettenham?” asked the Inspector.
    “How that reminds me of my old Nannie! Where was Moses when the light went out? The answer, of course, was 'In the Dark.' Just like us yesterday evening. All standing about and