Chapter Nine
Minutes later, they called Ramsay. He parked and hurried up to them, panting a little at the rush, ten minutes later.
“I’m going to have to deputize the two of you, considering how much detective work you’ve been doing lately,” muttered Ramsay. “Where is the stolen property?”
They gestured to the spot in the undergrowth and Ramsay delicately walked closer to have a look.
“Well, they certainly appear to be the items stolen from Ophelia’s house,” he said with a sigh. “This case is going to be the end of me.”
Beatrice said, “So this basically proves that the motive for Ophelia’s murder wasn’t robbery. But we already really knew that, didn’t we? Pearl’s death is clearly connected somehow.”
“Someone wanted to make it look like a robbery, though. Does that mean that Pearl’s de
