15
‘Michael? Michael Polson, you mean? Yes, I know him. Comes into the shop from time to time.’ The shopkeeper, whose name Slim had now learned was Mrs. Waite, returned to packing Slim’s bag. ‘Anything else, Mr… um….’
‘Hardy.’
‘Mr. Hardy?’
‘That’s all for now. Do you know where I could find Michael?’
‘The pub, I’d expect. He’s a bit rough around the edges, if you know what I mean.’
‘Yes, I know. Outside the pub, where could I find him?’
‘Oh, I see. Well, I think your best bet is over at Lodge, on the edge of the moor. He used to work at Worth Farm but moved over to Lodge after Amos disappeared.’
‘Lodge?’
‘Lodge Farm. It’s owned by Peter Entwhistle, although he’s too old to be seen out much these days.’
‘Thank you.’
‘Can I ask why you’re after him?’
Slim smiled. Behind her eyes
