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‘I had a call about a booking,’ Mrs. Greyson said. ‘A party of six. I’d need all three rooms available.’
Slim decided to call her bluff. ‘I was planning to stay at least another week. The story of Amos Birch hasn’t run its course for me just yet. It’s quite intriguing. I’m interested in investigating it further.’
Mrs. Greyson rolled her eyes. ‘All you’ll find there is an endless series of lies and rumours. You should give it up. Everyone else did.’
‘You know, everyone talks about Amos Birch, but what of his wife? What of Mary? No one has much to say about her.’
Mrs. Greyson visibly recoiled. ‘There’s not much to say. She was a hard-faced old farm wife. That’s all really.’
‘I was just thinking that it’s possible she killed him.’
The cup Mrs. Greyson held struck the floor with a c*
