“Mr. Ottley said, “I can’t neglect my duties, Inspector. Not if there were six murderers in Eastfield. God walks with me.” Exasperated, Rutledge felt like telling the man that God helps those who help themselves. He bit his tongue instead. Beside him, Constable Walker said, “I’ll walk you up the path to your door, Rector, and Mr. Rutledge here will drive his motorcar back to The Arms. Then he’ll join us. I’d give much for a cup of tea.” “Yes, I could do with one myself.” He waited fo...r Walker to join him, and Rutledge watched the two men safely inside the house before driving on. Ten minutes later, he was standing in the rectory study. There were not many feminine touches here, and he remembered that the rector had been a widower for many years. What softness there was, he put down to the good offices of Mrs. Newcomb. There was even a slender vase of roses just opening out of the bud, and the silver tea service shone.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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