Jon Graham watched the obviously offended man stomp out of the cubicle and across the room to where his wife was sitting.
"Ne'er liked that one so much." Perstow glowered.
Jon glanced at Perstow. "I didn't know you had a car."
"I do keep a car in the old lean-to, but there's not much need for driving it about except on holidays. I'd rather make use of my trusty push bike. But what he says is bothersome. I had always believed Liz Malone came from humble circumstances and came up in the world marrying that one."
Jon decided to thwart Mr. Malone's plans and bypass his wife on the interview list for the moment. The next person to be interviewed entered the cubicle with shoulders slumped and face averted. The tall woman's mouse-colored hair was pulled back severely into a knot, though som
