Yarrow was furious as he read the article in the ‘Garside Gazette.’
‘Who’s been speaking to this rag?’ he thundered, waving the offending newspaper around in the CID room. ‘I gave explicit instructions that this was to be kept strictly within these walls.’
‘Hard to keep it quiet, sir,’ Harding said, trying to take the heat out of the situation, ‘I mean, the mechanics in the garage know, tongues gossip in here. Be harder to find anybody in town who didn’t know as those who did.’
‘Yes, I suppose you’re right but it’s disappointing, nonetheless.’
‘Let’s hope we soon get good news from Wetherby.’
‘Yes, I’ve thought we would’ve heard by now, even if it’s bad news and they can’t find a match. Still we live in hope,’ Yarrow lit another cigarette. ‘OK, let’s get on with the briefing.’
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