Chapter TenThe Face Was Familiar
Tim returned an hour and a half later to find Sybil with a frilly apron over a sweater and flannel skirt, and the house full of the fragrance of coffee and bacon. “Now this is what men get married for,” he said and plunked himself hungrily at the sunlit table.
“I’m glad that point’s cleared up,” said Sybil. “Where are the coppers?”
“Down at the pier. I expect they’ll be along pretty soon to ask us some questions.”
“What did you tell them?”
“Just that we found a body on the pier. Simple statement of fact.”
“Very prudent. But you’ve been gone a long time.”
“Ran some errands,” said Tim, through a mouthful of grapefruit. “Got the papers and saw about connecting the phone and stopped at the post office to see if we could have mail delivered.”
“Can we?”
