Chapters (14)
‘You may be right. Jenny, I do love you with all my heart. Could we get married, do you think?’
‘I don’t see anything against it,’ said Jenny.
After a longish interval, Jenny said: ‘Miss Emily’s taking her time, isn’t she? Shall we walk up to the cottage and say goodbye to that remarkable man?’
‘Well – if you like.’
‘Come on.’
They strolled along the seafront, holding hands. A boy was sitting on the edge of the terrace, idly throwing pebbles into the channel.
It was Wally.
As they came up he turned and, when he saw them, held out his hands.
‘All gone,’ he said.
By The Same Author
A Man Lay Dead
Enter a Murderer
The Nursing Home Murder
Death in Ecstasy
Vintage Murder
Artists in Crime
Death in a White Tie
Overture to Death
Death at the Bar
Surfeit of Lampreys
Death and the Dancing Footman
Colour Scheme
Died in the Wool
Final Curtain
Swing, Brother, Swing
Opening Night
Spinsters in Jeopardy
Scales of Justice
Off With His Head
Singing in the Shrouds
False Scent
Hand in Glove
Dead Water
Death at the Dolphin
Clutch of Constables
When in Rome
Tied up in Tinsel
Black As He’s Painted
Last Ditch
Grave Mistake
Photo-Finish
Light Thickens
Black Beech and Honeydew (autobiography)
