“Let’s go in and get a bite before we start talking,” said Charles. “You never will admit you’re tired, but you’re tired now. I don’t wonder. That Superintendent was enough to tire anybody. Typical policeman, official all through, and full of his own self-importance.”
“I couldn’t stand him,” admitted Marion, as they walked towards the house. “I suppose he was competent—but he put people’s backs up. John Staple’s an even-tempered person, but even he was irritated.”
When she reached the kitchen she said:
“Let’s just slap everything on the table and pig it in peace. There’s apple-pie and cheese—oh, and some cold bacon if you want it—”
“—and beer and pickled onions and a whacking big rice pudding,” said Charles, looking in the larder. “OK by me. D’you want some tea? The fire’s out but I’ll
