Henry Dobbs did not go far when he left Joanne’s house. A visit to the local library gave him a list of all the bed and breakfast houses in the region and he duly sorted through the list and picked the one he thought might represent the best value for money. He drove his Beetle to the house and found the occupant to be a rotund, middle-aged woman, running the place herself with the help of a young girl. Dobbs was shown a bedroom, liked it, and took it on the spot. When asked how long he was staying he told the woman it would be two days.
For a man whose profession was hotel manager, Dobbs had little time for staying in them in his leisure time. He liked a homely atmosphere and, although he seldom admitted this part to himself, an inexpensive and basic room. Once settled in, he spent the a
