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AFTER ANOTHER twenty minutes’ conversation, Richardson left Ann Pomeroy in thoughtful mood and returned to the concrete road on which stood the bungalow. He was surprised to find how little curiosity seemed to have been excited by the murder, which must be known from one end of the villa settlement to the other. He was at that moment the only pedestrian in sight, although probably he was not unobserved from behind the lace blinds in the front windows on either side of the street. The breadwinners had departed in crowded trains to the metropolis, and soon after six o’clock they would be back again with their families.
The point that was occupying Richardson’s thoughts at the moment was that in all England it would be difficult to find so unlikely a stage for a murder. Even in the light
