Dead Man’s Shoes

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Burgundy which arrived lukewarm, and they ended with bad coffee of the same temperature.
    â€œYou got all that?” asked Rupert, referring to his conversation with the barmaid.
    â€œYes. I’ll have a word with Mrs Gunn in the morning.”
    He did. He went up after breakfast and found her making his bed. She was a heavily-built, hard-breathing person with hair on her upper lip and a wheezy voice, which did not prevent her from being garrulous.
    Carolus thought he might as well risk it and come straight to the point. “Mrs Gunn,” he said, “I’ve been asked to make an independent investigation of the murder. I hear this is the room in which the suspect slept.”
    â€œYes, in this very bed,” whistled Mrs Gunn asthmatically. “That’s if he could sleep at all which I couldn’t if I was going to do for someone next day and had it all planned out before I got to bed so that I’d toss and turn thinking about it, but perhaps he didn’t worry at the time though he’s paid for it now jumping off a ship and doing for himself which I must say surprised me from what I remember of him….”
    â€œWhat do you remember of him?”
    â€œWell it wasn’t as though I saw a lot of him not to say as you would see anyone you knew well but I did meet him in the passage the first evening and noticed he was a big party with glasses and the sort of clothes my uncle used to wear who was an undertaker till his business failed from not enough dying he used to say but I believe it was the drink because he kept it in the house and that’s always a bad sign though …”
    â€œSo you only caught that one glimpse of the suspected murderer, Mrs Gunn?”
    â€œNo, I saw him next morning when I took his breakfast in which he’d ordered the night before only he was in bed and just shouted ‘put it down there’ at me and I thought to myself ‘what a voice’, I thought, ‘I wonder if that’s how he speaks or if he’s trying to be rude’ but I didn’t say anything only put the tray down and went out of the room closing the door which had been locked before when I got there and had to be unlocked by him jumping out of bed and telling me to wait a minute while he jumped in again before I opened the door which has happened with others before now….”
    â€œThat was the last?”
    â€œNo there was once more that afternoon when he was packing up and I went to see if he wanted anything and he came to the door and said he didn’t but didn’t think to leave anything on the dressing-table which I always think is mean though there is the percentage and that which is never really the Same Thing….”
    â€œSo you didn’t exchange any conversation with him?”
    â€œNot to say conversation, no. In fact there was nothing said at all except what I’ve told you.”
    â€œI understand that while he was out that afternoon you came to do his room and found his passport lying about?”
    â€œThat’s right. It was right on top of his suit-case which I’d just opened to pop something in and I couldn’t help seeing it because it might have been left there to be looked at …”
    â€œYou mean it was
open ?”
    â€œWell not actually open but there it was right on top of everything and waiting for anyone just to notice what was in it …”
    â€œSo you examined it?”
    â€œOh no, I never did any such thing. I just peeped at thefront page that’s all and saw that it was the same gentleman in the photograph but he had a different name to what he’d given in the hotel and what was on the label of one of his suit-cases. Not that I thought much about it at the time but when there was all this lark about the murder I thought to myself’that’s funny, I wonder if it’s got anything to do with it’, so I told Mr Habbard who said he’d better tell the

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