Chapter Twenty-Six
Michael Campbell’s clue – the vicarage – worse than burglary – a sailor – a fight – a man in a bowler hat
Gladys dreamed of opening door after door and finding nothing behind any of them. One of the doors started pounding as if someone were knocking on it. After a few minutes, she realised that someone was knocking on the actual door to her actual room and awoke.
“Who is it?”
“Michael.”
Gladys let the young painter in. He looked as excited as she had ever seen him.
“I’ve been speaking to some of the fellas,” he said.
“The stage hands?”
“No, the fellas. You know… the lads.”
“Oh,” Gladys said, the light dawning. “Why would they know anything? Wasn’t it you that Gruffydd was on his way to see when he went missing?”
“Always the chance he had a better offer,” Michae
