guy, Mulligan?” asked Mollie. “Don’t like Americans, don’t like the police.”
“He didn’t like anything, did he?” said Kendall. “Except maybe a drop or two of whiskey.”
“I guess he was harmless enough though,” added Mollie. “Just a little odd that’s all.”
Kendall shook his head. “A little odd did you say? A little round the bend you mean,” he said. “One fine day he’ll come to a bad end I’m telling you. Mark my words.”
“Oh I guess he’s harmless enough. Nutty as a fruit cake but harmless. He doesn’t really bother me,” said Mollie. “But it’s that English guy that gets me.”
“Mallory you mean?”
“That’s the guy,” replied Mollie. “He spoke a lot didn’t he, but he said very little.”
“I know what you mean,” replied Kendall. “I don’t know what to think. I mean I know that the British are a bit reserved, and don’t like to push themselves forward, but that guy was so laid back. Friendly enough, but he just seemed so false to me.”
“Well, I guess its early days yet,” said Mollie. “Maybe we’re judging them a bit too soon.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” agreed Kendall. “But someone in that bar knows something, and I intend to find out what it is.”
“I wonder if the guy that worked with Charters, was down there, at the bar,” said Mollie.
Kendall took a deep breath. “I’m guessing that he was,” he replied. “After all in a small place like this it’s likely that everyone knows everyone else, he would certainly be there. You can bet on it.”
Mollie smiled. “Perhaps he doesn’t drink,” she suggested.
“Maybe he doesn’t,” Kendall replied. “But what about it?”
“Well, if he doesn’t drink, he would hardly go to the local inn would he?” Mollie continued.
Kendall shook his head. “You could be right, I suppose,” replied Kendall. “Even so, there’s so little to do in this place, I’m willing to bet he’d be here. Besides, maybe he could have a soft drink, a coke or something. And if he knew that we were coming, and why, he’d certainly be there. He’d be curious, wouldn’t he? I’m guessing that he’ll be here later as well.”
“We’ll see after dinner,” Mollie suggested.
“The only thing is we don’t know who he, or she is do we?” said Kendall.
“So how do we go about finding out?” asked Mollie.
“First thing to remember is that the person, whoever it is, knows who we are, and why we are here,” Kendall explained. “So it’s possible that they will make the first move.”
Mollie shook her head. “Suppose they don’t, then what?”
Kendall shrugged. “We keep our eyes and ears open,” he replied. “Perhaps we’ll hear, or see, something that gives a hint, a clue. And we ask questions, at the right time, and see what answers we get.”
“What do you mean the right time?” Mollie asked.
“That’s a difficult question,” Kendall replied. “You have to judge how the conversation is going, where it is headed. There might just be an opening. You know.”
Mollie was still unsure, but guessed that she would be getting no more guidance on the subject. “Have you any thoughts who it might be?” she asked.
Kendall smiled and shook his head. “It’s too early to say, but let’s see what happens shall we.”
“What about that English guy?” asked Mollie.
“Mallory you mean?” said Kendall. “Could be, but it could be any one of them.”
“Except Mulligan,” suggested Mollie.
Kendall smiled, “Oh no, it’s certainly not Mulligan,” he agreed.
“Well here we are,” said Mollie, as she stopped at her room. “This is me.”
“Right,” said Kendall looking along the corridor. “That’s me over there.” He looked at his watch. “It’s just twenty minutes to seven. Dinner’s at eight.” He started to walk away. “I’ll see you in the dining room about ten to.”
Mollie nodded, and went into her room.
* * *
Kendall slowly closed the door, and heaved a
“He didn’t like anything, did he?” said Kendall. “Except maybe a drop or two of whiskey.”
“I guess he was harmless enough though,” added Mollie. “Just a little odd that’s all.”
Kendall shook his head. “A little odd did you say? A little round the bend you mean,” he said. “One fine day he’ll come to a bad end I’m telling you. Mark my words.”
“Oh I guess he’s harmless enough. Nutty as a fruit cake but harmless. He doesn’t really bother me,” said Mollie. “But it’s that English guy that gets me.”
“Mallory you mean?”
“That’s the guy,” replied Mollie. “He spoke a lot didn’t he, but he said very little.”
“I know what you mean,” replied Kendall. “I don’t know what to think. I mean I know that the British are a bit reserved, and don’t like to push themselves forward, but that guy was so laid back. Friendly enough, but he just seemed so false to me.”
“Well, I guess its early days yet,” said Mollie. “Maybe we’re judging them a bit too soon.”
“Maybe, maybe not,” agreed Kendall. “But someone in that bar knows something, and I intend to find out what it is.”
“I wonder if the guy that worked with Charters, was down there, at the bar,” said Mollie.
Kendall took a deep breath. “I’m guessing that he was,” he replied. “After all in a small place like this it’s likely that everyone knows everyone else, he would certainly be there. You can bet on it.”
Mollie smiled. “Perhaps he doesn’t drink,” she suggested.
“Maybe he doesn’t,” Kendall replied. “But what about it?”
“Well, if he doesn’t drink, he would hardly go to the local inn would he?” Mollie continued.
Kendall shook his head. “You could be right, I suppose,” replied Kendall. “Even so, there’s so little to do in this place, I’m willing to bet he’d be here. Besides, maybe he could have a soft drink, a coke or something. And if he knew that we were coming, and why, he’d certainly be there. He’d be curious, wouldn’t he? I’m guessing that he’ll be here later as well.”
“We’ll see after dinner,” Mollie suggested.
“The only thing is we don’t know who he, or she is do we?” said Kendall.
“So how do we go about finding out?” asked Mollie.
“First thing to remember is that the person, whoever it is, knows who we are, and why we are here,” Kendall explained. “So it’s possible that they will make the first move.”
Mollie shook her head. “Suppose they don’t, then what?”
Kendall shrugged. “We keep our eyes and ears open,” he replied. “Perhaps we’ll hear, or see, something that gives a hint, a clue. And we ask questions, at the right time, and see what answers we get.”
“What do you mean the right time?” Mollie asked.
“That’s a difficult question,” Kendall replied. “You have to judge how the conversation is going, where it is headed. There might just be an opening. You know.”
Mollie was still unsure, but guessed that she would be getting no more guidance on the subject. “Have you any thoughts who it might be?” she asked.
Kendall smiled and shook his head. “It’s too early to say, but let’s see what happens shall we.”
“What about that English guy?” asked Mollie.
“Mallory you mean?” said Kendall. “Could be, but it could be any one of them.”
“Except Mulligan,” suggested Mollie.
Kendall smiled, “Oh no, it’s certainly not Mulligan,” he agreed.
“Well here we are,” said Mollie, as she stopped at her room. “This is me.”
“Right,” said Kendall looking along the corridor. “That’s me over there.” He looked at his watch. “It’s just twenty minutes to seven. Dinner’s at eight.” He started to walk away. “I’ll see you in the dining room about ten to.”
Mollie nodded, and went into her room.
* * *
Kendall slowly closed the door, and heaved a
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