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where he decided to settle for the period. And he planned to keep it on as a week-end retreat after his triumphal return to London.'
'I see,' said Backhouse thoughtfully. 'And did you know all this before you met him in London recently?'
Ellie shot a quick glance at Pascoe.
'It was in the letter of invitation which the sergeant showed me,' explained Backhouse.
'I knew vaguely about it,' said Ellie. 'But it wasn't till I met him that I got all the details.'
'A chance meeting, Was it?'
'That's right. Chance. Oh hell, no. Not chance. I've been trying to flog a book of my own, a novel. Without much success. I laid an ambush for Colin. I thought he might be able to help.'
'You never told me that,' said Pascoe, surprised.
'No,' said Ellie sheepishly.
'Peter had told me to get in touch with Colin from the start,' she added to Backhouse. 'But I was too proud. And I don't like putting my friends on the spot. But when things didn't go too well with the book...’
'You laid an ambush,' said Backhouse. 'Any luck?'
'I didn't even mention it,' sighed Ellie. 'He'd just got everything organized for his own move and was bubbling over. It didn't seem fair to take advantage. And when I told him that Peter and I had re-established contact, he was genuinely delighted, took his address, said we'd be the first to sample his rural hospitality. Here we are.'
'So he was a man who had everything going for him at the moment?'
'Everything,' echoed Ellie.
There was a knock at the door which opened almost simultaneously.
'Cup of tea,' said Mrs Crowther, coming into the room with a tray and the expression of one with whom superintendents cut very little ice.
She put the tray down in front of Ellie and took a small bundle of typewritten sheets out of her capacious apron pocket.
'Here. These are for you,' she said to Backhouse. 'I've been typing them for Crowther. If you take them now, it'll save him a journey later. Not that I'd pay them all that much attention. It's his job to hear things, but they were a nice young couple, the Hopkinses. That's what counts, not a lot of malicious gossip.'
She left with the shadow of a wink at Ellie.
'Interesting woman,' commented Backhouse, riffling through the papers. 'We could do with her on the strength.'
'I think you've got her,' said Pascoe drily.
Backhouse folded Crowther's report carefully and slipped it into his pocket.
'To get back to business,' he said. 'Can either of you think of anything at all which might cause stress and strain in the relationships between these four?'
'Not really,' said Ellie. 'Rose and Colin always talked most affectionately of the other two. And vice-versa as far as I know.'
She glanced across at Pascoe. Backhouse could not read her expression.
'You talked to Mrs Hopkins on the phone last night,' he said. 'Did she say anything specific about their plans for the evening?'
'Well, she may have done. We talked for about ten minutes. But nothing's stuck, nothing specific. I'm sorry.'
She looked bewildered. Backhouse patted her hand where it rested on the arm of the sofa.
'Never mind. If anything comes to mind, you can let me know. Anything new from you, Sergeant?'
Pascoe shook his head.
'I'd better get back to work then,' said the superintendent, standing up. 'What are your plans for tonight?'
'We've been asked to stay with the Culpeppers,' said Pascoe, recalling his earlier decision to find somewhere else. It didn't seem worth the bother now. And if the Eagle was the only place in the village which let rooms, his chances of success were slim.
'Culpeppers? I remember. The committee secretary woman?'
'And the man who came to the cottage with the coroner. I'm sure they'll be in Crowther's dossiers.'
'No doubt. I'll know where to find you, then. Thank you, Miss Soper. You've been most helpful. Please believe me when I say you have my deepest sympathy.'
He did it better than Dalziel. Not that
'I see,' said Backhouse thoughtfully. 'And did you know all this before you met him in London recently?'
Ellie shot a quick glance at Pascoe.
'It was in the letter of invitation which the sergeant showed me,' explained Backhouse.
'I knew vaguely about it,' said Ellie. 'But it wasn't till I met him that I got all the details.'
'A chance meeting, Was it?'
'That's right. Chance. Oh hell, no. Not chance. I've been trying to flog a book of my own, a novel. Without much success. I laid an ambush for Colin. I thought he might be able to help.'
'You never told me that,' said Pascoe, surprised.
'No,' said Ellie sheepishly.
'Peter had told me to get in touch with Colin from the start,' she added to Backhouse. 'But I was too proud. And I don't like putting my friends on the spot. But when things didn't go too well with the book...’
'You laid an ambush,' said Backhouse. 'Any luck?'
'I didn't even mention it,' sighed Ellie. 'He'd just got everything organized for his own move and was bubbling over. It didn't seem fair to take advantage. And when I told him that Peter and I had re-established contact, he was genuinely delighted, took his address, said we'd be the first to sample his rural hospitality. Here we are.'
'So he was a man who had everything going for him at the moment?'
'Everything,' echoed Ellie.
There was a knock at the door which opened almost simultaneously.
'Cup of tea,' said Mrs Crowther, coming into the room with a tray and the expression of one with whom superintendents cut very little ice.
She put the tray down in front of Ellie and took a small bundle of typewritten sheets out of her capacious apron pocket.
'Here. These are for you,' she said to Backhouse. 'I've been typing them for Crowther. If you take them now, it'll save him a journey later. Not that I'd pay them all that much attention. It's his job to hear things, but they were a nice young couple, the Hopkinses. That's what counts, not a lot of malicious gossip.'
She left with the shadow of a wink at Ellie.
'Interesting woman,' commented Backhouse, riffling through the papers. 'We could do with her on the strength.'
'I think you've got her,' said Pascoe drily.
Backhouse folded Crowther's report carefully and slipped it into his pocket.
'To get back to business,' he said. 'Can either of you think of anything at all which might cause stress and strain in the relationships between these four?'
'Not really,' said Ellie. 'Rose and Colin always talked most affectionately of the other two. And vice-versa as far as I know.'
She glanced across at Pascoe. Backhouse could not read her expression.
'You talked to Mrs Hopkins on the phone last night,' he said. 'Did she say anything specific about their plans for the evening?'
'Well, she may have done. We talked for about ten minutes. But nothing's stuck, nothing specific. I'm sorry.'
She looked bewildered. Backhouse patted her hand where it rested on the arm of the sofa.
'Never mind. If anything comes to mind, you can let me know. Anything new from you, Sergeant?'
Pascoe shook his head.
'I'd better get back to work then,' said the superintendent, standing up. 'What are your plans for tonight?'
'We've been asked to stay with the Culpeppers,' said Pascoe, recalling his earlier decision to find somewhere else. It didn't seem worth the bother now. And if the Eagle was the only place in the village which let rooms, his chances of success were slim.
'Culpeppers? I remember. The committee secretary woman?'
'And the man who came to the cottage with the coroner. I'm sure they'll be in Crowther's dossiers.'
'No doubt. I'll know where to find you, then. Thank you, Miss Soper. You've been most helpful. Please believe me when I say you have my deepest sympathy.'
He did it better than Dalziel. Not that
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