Chapter 24On Monday morning Jeremy drove Jane up to town. At half past nine she was going in at the side door of Clarissa Harlowe’s dress shop. Jeremy was about to drive off again, when he noticed that his off-side front tyre was flatter than it ought to be. He discovered that he had picked up a nail, and set to work to change the wheel.
He had just about finished, when Clarissa Harlowe’s side door opened again and Jane came out. She had a bright colour and she was walking fast. She got into the car, sat down, and said crisply, ‘I’ve got the sack.’
Jeremy whistled and said, ‘Why?’
Jane looked at him angrily.
‘Murder is quite the wrong sort of publicity,’ she said.
He whistled again.
‘Why did you tell her?’
‘There’s going to be an inquest, isn’t there, and I’ve got to go down for it—
