FalmouthThe Bell Inn was unusually busy for a Monday lunchtime. Ian looked around the room and spotted John Andrews sitting over in a corner window seat. Ian and Andy made their way through the throng of suits and dresses to his table. “What’s all this lot, John?”
“Oh! Some office leaving party or something, they’ve been here since before noon.”
Strange day to hold it, thought Ian?
“What are you two drinking?” Asked John.
“Large gin and tonic please,” said Ian.
Andy smiled, “pint of Thatchers for me, please John.”
“Well, what was all the fuss about?”
Ian smiled and sipped his drink as if to keep John in suspense; he lowered his glass. “Andy and I got some first-rate shots of the house and grounds, including some items being unloaded from a truck. It was mainly furniture by the
