up to leave.
âAt this minuteâno,â Farthing replied. âBut
weâll
be the ones finding out. Is that clear?â He reached for the telephone. âI take it you know where the duty office is?â
âJackass!â Nat Southby said under his breath as they walked down the dark corridor.
âHe certainly seems to have it in for you,â Maggie answered quietly.
âYeah! I canât quite figure out why, though. After all, he stepped into a damn good job when I left. Think heâd be pleased.â
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PHILLIP COLLINS WAS WAITING for them when they arrived back at the office. âIâve been trying to get hold of you.â
Nat led the way inside. âWhat can I do for you?â
âIâve decided to call off your investigation.â
âYouâve found your boat?â
âNo, but my wife feels that Larry will turn up soon. Like he always does.â
âWell, itâs up to you, Collins. But the boatâs been missing now for nearly ten days. Thatâs a helluva spree, isnât it?â
âIâll pay you for your time so far.â
âWhat did you say your boatâs worth? Twenty grand? And youâre suddenly not worried about it?â
âThatâs none of your business,â Collins answered. âI said I want to drop the case.â He arose from his chair and took out his cheque book and a gold pen. âHow much do I owe you?â Nat named his figure, Collins wrote out a cheque and was gone a few moments later.
From the window they watched him get into his car.
âOf course!â she cried suddenly. âThatâs whatâs been bothering me.â
âWhat?â
âThe car. Collinsâ car. Iâve seen it before.â
âOf course you have. Itâs the same one he was driving last week.â
âI know that. But it was also at Violet Larkfieldâs. You know, last Friday when I went to her house. That car was in the driveway.â
âThere have to be a dozen Jaguars in this town.â
âNot silver-grey ones. Iâm sure thatâs the same car I saw leaving Violet Larkfieldâs driveway.â
âAre you sure? Listen, Maggie, youâve been through a rough few days,â he said in a placating tone that only infuriated her. âYou could be a mite overwrought and getting things a bit mixed up.â
âMister
Southby,â Maggie said witheringly, âI saw that car at Violet Larkfieldâs,
and,
by the way, I also saw the cat basket that Ernie had returned.â She turned, sat down at her typewriter and began pounding furiously.
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THAT EVENING MARGARET WAITED until sheâd finished washing the supper dishes and she and Harry were seated by the livingroom fire, having coffee, before she told him about her job.
âBut I donât understand, Margaret. Why?â
âThere has to be something more to life than this, Harry.â
âIâve tried to give you everything you wanted, havenât I?â
âYes, but . . .â
âIâve spent the last twenty-five years trying to make you happy.â Harry slowly stirred his coffee and raised the cup to his trembling lips, and then put it down again. âLook at all the gadgets Iâve bought you for the kitchen. Even a car of your own.â
âListen, Harry, please just
listen
to me, for Godâs sake. I need more than gadgets. I need to use my brain.â
âWhat about volunteer work? The Girl Guides are always short of leaders.â He picked up his cup and raised it to his lips again. âLook at Fullerâs wife; she rolls bandages or something for the cancer people and helps part-time mending books in the library. Sometimes, according to Fuller, they even have her reading to the little ones. You could make yourself useful like that, couldnât you?â
âI like what
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