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Mr. Braham, for all his relaxed appearance, was much more organized than the police sergeant. He had coordinated with the estate agent and made appointments to visit all the houses that were on sale in the area surrounding Little Eaton.
"Sorry for the early hour," he said, when he sat at our breakfast table, while we were finishing up our tea. "But we start things early in Little Eaton. The heat, you understand. Locals don't do any work between noon and three p.m."
That seemed sensible. We had arrived at six p.m. at Little Eaton, and it had been incredibly hot. I expected it to be worse at noon.
I wasn't too keen on the heat, but it's not like I have a choice. We brought Stinker with us, since we weren't sure how she would behave in the inn. We didn't want to pay for broken lamps or
