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come downstairs with him, they d not only started, but
gone quite a way towards the finishing line, and Fran
was in a state of delighted confusion. Clearing the
coffee things away, she was aware of a sort of tingling,
bubbly feeling that almost took her breath away.
Coming to live here, meeting Libby, Harry and Peter,
the sudden and surprising acquisition of a legacy and,
finally, meeting Guy were all rather too much for
someone who d not had the best life or luck over the
past few years. Climbing into bed, she thanked Uncle
Frank, and whoever else was up there looking after
her, and looked forward to discussing everything with
Libby in the morning.
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Libby called her in the morning before Fran had
even gathered her thoughts together.
 I was going to call you, she said, yawning.
 That sounds like a good night, said Libby, a
question in her voice.
 I ll tell you all about it later, said Fran.  What did
you want?
 A chat. I think you should tell the Inspector what
you know.
 That s what Guy said.
 There you are then. And I think we should see what
Nurse Warner knows, too.
 Oh, yes. Guy said his daughter Sophie saw her with
her boyfriend the other day.
 Really? Where?
 I don t know. Look, Lib, I ll come round when I ve
woken up properly and we can discuss everything.
Anyway, I want to look at your computer.
 OK. I ll have the kettle on. Don t be too long.
 All right, all right , said Fran, exasperated.  I ll be
as quick as I can.
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In fact, it was over an hour before she arrived at
Libby s, coat collar turned up against a sharp wind.
Libby sat her down in front of the new computer while
she made tea.
 So, what happened last night? she asked.
Fran gave her an expurgated version of the night s
events and made her laugh about Harry s obvious
nosiness.
 A proper relationship, then? said Libby, when
she d finished.
 The beginning of one, perhaps, said Fran
uncertainly,  but I know now what you felt like about
Ben, back in the spring.
 And a couple of weeks ago, don t forget, said
Libby.  Being middle-aged and starting a
relationship s absolute hell, in my opinion. Much
worse than when you re young.
 I don t know what I ll do if I ever get to the point
of taking my clothes off, said Fran, staring out of the
window.
 Oh, so you didn t get that far last night? said
Libby, grinning.
 No, said Fran, blushing and trying not to think
about Guy s enterprising hands.
 Hopefully, by that stage, you ll be too far gone to
be thinking, said Libby.
 Let s change the subject, said Fran, coming away
from the computer and sitting in the armchair. Sidney
appeared immediately and jumped onto the arm.
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 Right. Nurse Warner. Bet you she s got a story.
 Bet you so has Nurse Redding.
 Well, of course she has, but she put me off pretty
conclusively over the Satanists, didn t she?
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 I suppose I could try, said Fran, looking
thoughtful.  I ve a legitimate reason to ask her
questions, now, haven t I?
 The will, you mean? But you aren t in it.
 She doesn t know that. Fran thought for a
moment.  Oh, yes, she does, doesn t she? If she had
the will, she ll have read it. I still can t think why she
wanted it.
 Perhaps she didn t. Perhaps she just found it.
 I can still ask her about it.
 I thought, said Libby,  you weren t going to do
any more. Leave it to the police, you said.
 You said I ought to go to the police, and we ought
to discuss it.
 Oh, well, whatever. Libby waved a dismissive
hand.  Tell DCI Murray what you ve seen.
 You think so? Fran looked doubtful.
 Yes, I do. And about Aunt Eleanor.
 Let s not over-egg the pudding, said Fran.  he
might not be like the White Queen.
 Eh? said Libby.
 In Alice. Believing six impossible things before
breakfast.
 Oh.
 I ll ring him. Fran heaved a sigh and dragged her
mobile out of her bag.
 I ve told you, use the land line, or he ll be able to
get hold of you anytime. Libby handed over the
phone.
Fran, hoping that DCI Murray would be [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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