likely be doing civil defense or ARP work, not be away fighting Rommel in the desert.â
âThatâs true.â
âThere were several brothers and sisters named before her in the funeral notice. Probably she was an afterthought, conceived in a comforting cuddle while Jerry was overhead trying to pulverize Armley.â
âDid the report say anything about where this Rosamund lived?â
âOh, yesâTasmania. Thatâs the island at the bottom, isnât it?â
âYes . . . And Lily Fitch said her husband was a waiter. I just wonder whether they mightnât have gone there, set up a restaurant, and stayed there. I suppose Hobart would be the first place to try.â
âSounds like sense. Wherever they are, with a name like Scimone youâre in with a chance,â Charlie pointed out. He looked at his watch, raised his hand, and was gone.
When Matt rang 153, though the operator said there were no Scimone Râs in Tasmania, she said there were two Scimone Lâs in Hobart.
âThatâll be the husband,â said Matt, âand probably a child. Could I have both?â
He waited until the children were well in bed and asleep before he made the call. It seemed odd to be ringing somewhere where it was already the next morning.
âHobart 746981,â said a womanâs voice, strongly Australian.
âIs that Mrs. Scimone?â Matt asked tentatively.
There was a momentâs silence.
âWell, not exactly. I am married, but I kept my maiden name, so I prefer Ms. Scimone. I mean, whoâd want to be called Stopes, especially a Catholic? Whoâs calling, please?â
âMy nameâs Matt Harper. Iâm wanting to talk to the Rosamund Scimone who grew up in Houghton Avenue, Bramley, in Leeds.â
âOh, itâs Mother you want.â Matt thought he should have known that from the moment he heard the voice. Charlie would have realized the voice wasnât old enough for the mother, but Matt was new to the detection game. âIs it anything to do with Dadâs death?â
âNo, itâs not. Iâm sorry to hear heâs died.â
âJust a coupla months ago. Mumâs still devastated. Keeps the restaurant going all right, but itâs like sheâs on autopilot. Theyâd been married thirty-five years.â
âI wondered if theyâd opened a restaurant.â
âFirst Italian restaurant in the whole of Tazzie. Before they came âspaghettiâ meant a tin of spaghetti in tomato sauce on toast. Mother learned all the tricks of the trade at Uncle Aldoâs restaurant in Melbourne, then they came here and opened La Terrazza. Beaut little place. Dave and I are wondering whether to go in with her. Itâs a good earner, no mistake, and it would mean it would carry on after Mum decides to chuck in the sponge.â
âAre you an only child?â
âOh, no. Iâve got a brother, CarloâCharley, he calls himself. He lives in Sydney and is into computers. Heâd eat his meals off the screen if he could. If we donât take it over itâll be sold. What did you want to talk to Mum about?â
âWell, itâs sort of about her childhood, andââ
âThatâs all right, then. Itâll take her mind off Dad. She needs that at the moment. Any little thing just sets her off. So keep to the early days and youâll be all right. Got her number?â
Matt checked that heâd got the right number, and then rang.
âHobart 767323.â
The voice was quite English, with a dash of Yorkshire still. It was not so much old as tired.
âMrs. Scimone? Iâve just been talking to your daughter.â
âTo Leona? Yes, thereâs a lot of confusion.â
âIt was you I wanted to talk to. You see, Iâve just bought Elderholm, in Bramleyââ
âOh, really! The old home! Does that mean Mr. Farson is