If you advise me to leave before a detective inspector arrives, he’ll be furious. Therefore, I’m a valuable witness at best and a possible suspect at the very least. “I’m the one who found the body thus murdered and sent for Scotland Yard. “See here!” Mercy poked him in the chest. From the moment he’d arrived, he’d tried to get rid of her, and that she would not abide. Since she was entirely too short for a proper loom, she bared her teeth to do him one better in the foul expression department.Īn errant bee had more capacity to terrify her than this blighter with his ridiculous feathery mustache. “If you don’t vacate the premises now, I’ll see you sleeping behind bars tonight, and make no mistake about that.” He narrowed beady eyes and loomed in an attempt to intimidate her. A tall but scrawny bit of bones scraped together between comically overgrown muttonchops. His shiny badge declared him Constable M. It was the only description for the man blocking Mercy Goode from the murder scene she’d discovered her own self.Īnd yet he had the audacity to sneer down at her in that condescending way menial men did when granted a little bit of authority.
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