it. âWhat are their names?â
âBlack and Tanâwhat else?â
âI have a dog of my own,â she said, but didnât add that Oscar was less than half the size and was a complete wimp.
When his dogs finally indicated their approval, Mahaffy ushered Nat and Maggie into his comfortable office, a separate building that stood between the main stable and the garage that housed his silver Jaguar. The warm scent of sweet hay and the sounds of a busy and lucrative business wafted through the partially open window to them as they sipped the coffee he provided.
âYou have quite a spread here,â Nat said, unbuttoning his jacket. âAnd you seem to have a lot of horses in those stables.â They had been thoroughly impressed with the massive stables as they drove through the farmâs gate.
Mahaffy nodded. âI board as well as train horses for the track. But you havenât come here to discuss horses.â
âMrs. Dubois has asked Mrs. Spencer and myself to look into her husbandâs death,â Nat explained as he proffered a business card. âCould you tell us how long you had known him?â Nat leaned forward and accepted the cigarette that Mahaffy offered.
Mahaffy glanced at Natâs business card before answering. âOnly just met the man.â
âI see you were in the army, Mr. Mahaffy,â Maggie said, pointing to a photograph on the wall behind his desk.
âYeah. Montyâs 8th Division.â Then he added proudly, âI was a lieutenant in the tank corps at El Alamein.â He got up from behind his desk and reached for the photograph of a group of soldiers standing in front of a Sherman tank. âHereâs my crew,â he said, placing it in front of them. âThatâs me there.â
âYou all look so young,â Maggie remarked. âHave you kept in touch with any of them?â
âOnly Arnold Schaefer. We were two of the lucky ones.â He was silent for a moment.
âWhat rank did Mr. Schaefer have?â Nat asked after a respectful moment.
âHe became our CO. Good bloke to have around, I can tell you.â
âDid you live here before the war?â Maggie asked.
âNo. Schaefer persuaded me to immigrate.â
âAnd you went straight into the horse breeding business?â
âGood Lord, no. I had just enough money to buy a small farm on Lulu Island.â
âOh? Whereabouts?â Nat asked. âI used to live out there.â
âWoodhead Road. Do you know the area? Itâs just off No. 5 Road.â
âNot very well. We lived over by Railway and Williams.â
âI was no good at farming. Sold the acreage off a few years ago but kept the old house. Nice house, but it needs doing up . . .â
âGoing back to Pender Harbour,â Nat interrupted, âwere you interested in buying one of those lots?â
âI have enough on my plate here. Schaefer invited me up and I needed a break. I was rather interested in Duboisâs other venture, though.â
âThe ski lodge?â Maggie asked.
âYouâve heard about it?â
âSecret Valley. I hear Dubois staged some kind of an introductory lunch?â
âYeah! He had a good turnout.â He laughed. âPerhaps because it was free food. I hope Duboisâs death doesnât put the kibosh on it, but I expect his partner will carry on.â
âAnd who was his partner?â
He hesitated for a fraction of a minute. âSome guy in real estate, I think.â He looked up as a girl in jodhpurs opened the door.
âThe vetâs here, Liam.â
âSorry, folks, gotta go.â He glanced casually at Natâs card as he arose from behind his desk. âAnd it was Duboisâs widow that called you in?â He raised his eyebrows. âWhy isnât she letting the police get on with it?â
âShe wasnât happy with the way they were handling