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Spring Breeze
Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The inspector's probing produced no result. No, he had no idea who the woman was or could be. He had been unable to come down until Christmas Eve - but had stayed on over the following week-end.
"That's that, then," said Inspector Craddock, without pressing his questions further. He had already made up his mind that Harold Crackenthorpe was not going to be helpful.
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He passed on to Alfred, who came into the room with a nonchalance that seemed just a trifle overdone.
Craddock looked at Alfred Crackenthorpe with a faint feeling of recognition. Surely he had seen this particular member of the family somewhere before? Or had it been his picture in the paper? There was something discreditable attached to the memory. He asked Alfred his occupation and Alfred's answer was vague.
"I'm in insurance at the moment. Until recently I've been interested in putting a new type of talking machine on the market. Quite revolutionary. I did very well out of that as a matter of fact."