Episde 30 -Ends and Beginnings

Gary had got a lift back to Dorothy’s in a patrol car and spent most of the night smarting about the meeting. Dorothy went to bed and slept soundly.

Episode 29 - The meeting

It took a lot of energy to get back to Upper Grumpsfield. Lower Grumpsfield was nearer sea-level, so the road back was uphill all the way. Pushing on her Nordic walking sticks and trying to do the rhythm properly, Dorothy managed to get to the bistro in time and was, as a result, the first one there.

Episode 28 - Dorothy's mission

About an hour later Colin rang Cleo’s office.

"We need to talk to Delilah, Cleo. Can you arrange a meeting for tonight?"

Episode 27 - Confrontation

Felix listened to Gary's daughter's pop music all the way back into town. He wondered, not for the first time, if he had chosen the right profession. I suppose I could still become a travel agent, he decided. Then I would not have to deal with the rats of society.

***

Episode 26 - The arrest

By the time Gary had left Dorothy's cottage early on Monday morning to go to HQ, he was full of good intentions. He would call his mother that very day. He hadn't visited her for months, resented her pep talks and shrugged off her concern for him. Now he was acutely aware that he hadn't ever really listened to her. He felt almost virtuous. He would hurry along his divorce, visit his daughter soon, accept that she was there for her education, and get his own life back on an even keel. With murder and criminals all around him, that was the least he could do.

Episode 25 - Phyllis

Gary found Dorothy's guest bed comfortable and the catering first class. Dorothy told him that her dream of family and children had come to a sad end after her one and only romance had ended with the departure of her young man to foreign parts.

Episode 24 - Mistaken Identity

It was surprisingly easy to get into the intensive care unit at Middlethumpton General Hospital. Dorothy pulled out all the stops of grieving and worrying and leant heavily on Cleo to provide evidence that she needed her support for the 'ordeal'.

Episode 23 - Off to Wales

Jay  Salerno did not turn up at Cleo’s cottage, much to everyone’s relief, though Gloria had threatened to give the guy a piece of her mind if he did.

Episode 22 - Jay Salerno

The phone rang , but Cleo answered it only after it had rung several times and finally broken off her thinking about the husband she had feared and finally ditched.

"Cleo?"

Episode 21 - Manic Friday

It was going to be one of those mornings. After Colin left, Cleo was so deep in thought about the implication of Julie being keen on Gary and Gary stripping Julie with his eyes that she jumped when the phone rang.

Episode 20 - Colin

Gary drove Cleo to her office early on Friday morning. They had slept very little. They had talked about themselves between phases of intense love-making. They were happiest together and felt committed to one another. Cleo made coffee and they embraced wordlessly for a long time while the noisy espresso machine spluttered and spat.

“That hell-bent coffee-maker has taken lessons from May Temple,” said Cleo.

Episode 19 - May Temple

Cleo drove to the Temple house immediately. Mrs Temple asked her in and before long they were drinking tea in the living room and Cleo was listening to May Temple defending her equanimity. She was subdued but not saddened or weepy about Shirley’s murder. Someone at HQ had told her anonymously and she had rung back to check with the highest instance. Roger Stone was in shock and thought she should be.

Episode 18 - Total recall?

Cleo sat at her desk in the office gazing at Colin’s reports on his activities. Shirley Temple’s murder was occupying her thoughts, especially because of the parallels with Burton’s killing. She would have to scrutinize all those reports to compare accounts of people possibly involved. The first and probably most currently relevant information was about Mrs Temple. It had been compiled before her daughter’s death, of course. Colin had really worked fast and probably through the night to write everything down.

Episode 17 - Shirley Temple

If Cleo thought she had done a good morning's work, at least in theory, she was about to think otherwise. The idea of Shirley Temple actually being on both sides of the fence was Gary's.

Episod 16 - Colin Peck

Next morning Cleo read the notes Colin had sent after his date with Silver’s secretary at the bistro, where she had been welcomed with open arms. According to Delilah, the secretary was a regular guest, but had never had to pay for her meal. Who else had she been there with? Colin did not get the opportunity to ask, but it was an idea worth pursuing, he thought. 

Episode 15 - Socks

Dorothy had agreed to go to Cleo’s the office before going to Silver’s showroom to take up her job. Cleo had offered to drive her there in the sparkling new car, but instead she would have to tell her that her job at the car showroom was cancelled and why.

***

Episode 14 - Lessons in love

Robert had only just opened the shop next morning when Gareth Morgan swept in waving the morning paper.

"Have you seen this, boyo?" he blurted out, pointing to a photo of Magda Kelly heading an appeal for anyone who had seen the accident to come forward. "Isn't that the wife of that Kelly bloke? The one who always charges so much for his potatoes?"

Robert pretended not to know about the accident, looked cursorily at the photo and asked Mr Morgan what it was to him.

"Well, don’t tell anyone, but I'd been seeing her," he said.

Robert was astonished. Was Gareth Morgan finally growing up? Not that he would have chosen that kind of initiation. Robert thought he would make a few inquiries.

"What do you mean - 'seeing her'? She was a married woman."

"But unhappy. She told me everything."

Did she now, thought Robert. He had known Gareth Morgan was naive, but now it seemed that he was oblivious to what Magda Kelly had done for extra pocket money. Gareth tried to explain.

"Well, to tell the truth, I didn't want to erm disappoint Phyllis. It seemed like a golden opportunity."

"So you were getting advice from Magda Kelly, were you?"

"Advice? No, not just advice. The other, boyo..... It was a kind of emotional awakening, Mr Jones. She really bowled me over."

Robert thought Magda Kelly had earned he fee if she had contrived to bowl Gareth Morgan over, and she had probably charged him plenty for her favours, though he was unlikely to admit it or even know what he was paying for.

Gareth blushed at the thought of his erotic experiences with Magda, the first he'd ever had with anyone, including Phyllis, who was to reap the benefit of this ‘schooling’. And Magda Kelly really had showed him the ropes. He was deeply embarrassed at his own boldness. He shifted from one foot to the other and started perspiring heavily.

Robert decided to take a sympathetic line.

"No need to be ashamed, lad," he said in a low, conspiratorial voice. "She was a professional, you know."

"I know that now. I read it in the newspaper. I didn't know it at the time. I thought she fancied me. I would never have…"

"Why not, Gareth? People go to experts for advice all the time. There's nothing wrong in that," said Robert in comforting tones. Then he sharpened a carving knife at the other end of the counter to divert attention from the laughter that quelled up as he heard Gareth raving about Magda's - and his own charms.

"It was worth every penny," he shouted above the swishes of the sharpening steel.

Robert decided the knife was sharp enough. Gareth Morgan's words seemed to echo around the shop. Gareth didn’t know that Gloria was in the back room rinsing the trays before arranging fresh cuts of meat on them for the display, except that she was eavesdropping.

She dropped a metal tray. Morgan heard the clatter and was horrified at the idea that Phyllis, whom he had been working towards, might have heard him shouting. Then he remembered that Phyllis was at home in bed with a sore throat. So who was in the back room?

"Magda spoke to me at the bistro and I thought she liked me," he stuttered, and despite a mysterious person being within hearing distance, revealed all or nearly all - now he had embarked on the sorry tale. Robert thought he would ask Cleo if she knew what Delilah thought about Magda Kelly’s recruitment action.

"She probably did like you, Gareth lad", said Robert.

"Then she said we should go somewhere more private, so I gave Delilah a wink and she let us go upstairs to the guestroom. And then…"

So Delilah knew and might have been amused, thought Robert. Shame on her. Not wanting to be subjected to any toe-curling details of Gareth's erotic encounters, Robert told him it all was all right. He didn’t need to know any details.

"But you should not tell anyone," Robert advised, "unless you want to get mixed up in the case."

Mr Morgan jumped. What if the papers got hold of his adventures with Magda Kelly? They would make a meal of them.

"What case?"

Robert realised he had startled Gareth.

"Well, if they're looking for witnesses, they must think there's a hit and run driver involved," he said.

"But I was erm practising," Gareth said.

"Practising what?" The use of that word was rather unfortunate in the circumstances.

"In church. The organ."

"Oh, that's what you were doing” said Robert, stifling the urge to laugh again. “Do you have witnesses?"

"I don't know," Gareth Morgan replied, almost in tears. "Edith, perhaps. She often listens in secretly to my playing."

There was a note of pride in Mr Morgan’s voice despite his distress about Magda.

Robert was surprised. Did Edith creep into the church to listen secretly? Was Gareth Morgan a sort of village Casanova? Surely not, and Edith was unlikely to have an ulterior motive.

"She doesn't know that I know she comes to listen," he said. "I think she's a bit sweet on me."

Robert found it necessary to sharpen another carving knife. There was seemingly no end to the guy's vanity, despite the predicament he was now in. Gareth Morgan was very mixed up indeed.

"Well, I shouldn't worry any more, Gareth. What's done is done."

"But how can I face my mother?" he wailed.

"Why do you have to tell her?" said Robert, hard put not to laugh out loud, so absurd was the situation.

"When were you last together with Magda Kelly?" he asked quietly, preferring a tactful euphemism to describe what he concluded were rather dingy exploits.

"About 2 weeks ago," Morgan admitted.

"That's history, Gareth lad," said Robert. "I shouldn't think any more about it."

"But…"

"No buts."

"Honestly?"

"Well, you might have Kelly to contend with when… if he finds out."

That alarmed Mr Morgan nearly as much as the newspaper article. Robert felt like giving himself a pat on the back for thinking of that.

"You won't tell him, will you, Mr Jones?"

"Of course not, but I'd advise you to get out of town for a while."

"I was going to anyway. I wanted to ask you how much notice you needed for the flat?"

Robert couldn't believe his luck. Gloria eavesdropped with baited breath, waiting for Robert's answer.

"None at all, lad. If you want to get back to Wales out of reach of Mr Kelly, then off you go."

"But the rent…"

"Never mind that. I'll soon find someone for the flat."

Gloria blew kisses in Robert’s direction.

Robert felt a momentary twinge of conscience, but it was a solution sent from heaven and he was not going to jeopardise it.

"When do you want to go, Gareth?" he asked.

"Saturday. My mates can only come on a Saturday."

"Well, Saturday it is, then."

"I can't thank you enough," said Gareth, stumbling backwards out of the shop.

"Don't mention it," called Robert, relieved that he wasn't expected to actually operate the removal back to Wales. He wouldn't even have to bribe him to go.

Robert was finding it hard to be sorry for Mr Morgan, given that he wanted him out of the flat anyway. The organist’s personal situation, the conceited little man who thought a woman like Magda Kelly would view him as more than a potential customer. and  Gareth’s mother’s disapproval of anything Gareth might feel bound to confess, mixed in with the joy of having her son back, were no concern of his.

"I'll ask Phyllis to go to Wales with me," said Mr Morgan, popping his head back round the door. "We'll make a fresh start. She'll get on well with Mother."

Robert would have liked to say something, but didn’t. On no account did he want Gareth Morgan to change his mind about going home.

Mr Morgan revved up his old Morris Minor, that was parked in the shop’s forecourt when he hadn’t had time to park it in the garage that went with the flat over the shop. Was he really going to find Phyllis and invite her to Wales?

Robert hoped Phyllis was in bed with a sore throat rather than Mr Universe, but he doubted it. Gareth was in for a big surprise if he thought Phyllis would entertain the idea of visiting his mother In Wales.

***

Episode 13 - Chars and chops

Dorothy was so uneasy about going to the Wellness Centre again that she phoned her next-door neighbour, Mrs Barker and told her she was sick and would not be well enough work. She put on an act of having a heavy cold and after having taken the precaution of peeling onions, her eyes really were watering and she convincingly performed most of the other common cold symptoms. She would explain her decision to Cleo as a bout of intense intuition.

Mrs Barker made sure her husband was out of earshot in the garden before putting on a show of sympathy.

"I’ll find a way of getting there today, but you'd better get better so that you can work on Friday," she advised.

"I don't think I can get better that fast," sniffed Dorothy. “You’d better tell them I can’t come at all this week.”

“What about your new washing machine, Dorothy?”

 “It’ll have to wait till I’m better. On second thoughts, you’d better say I can’t come ever again.”

Neither Dorothy nor Jane Barker knew that Dorothy was already due for dismissal, so Jane was puzzled that Dorothy’s resignation was accepted without any protest by Pamela Norton, who was sure Dorothy had been placed there by Cleo Hartley on DI Hurley’s instructions. Miss Norton had guessed correctly that Dorothy was snooping, so she questioned Mrs Barker quite intensively about her relationship with Dorothy and that of Dorothy and Cleo. Mrs Barker did not smell a rat, but she was not in the picture about Cleo’s activities and did not believe that Dorothy was up to detective work so she was convincingly ignorant. Her own relationship with Dorothy was only on the good neighbour level and she had simply been the messenger for Dorothy. Pamela Norton told Henry to watch Mrs Barker carefully.

Dorothy thought she should tell Cleo what she had decided so she got on the phone. She told Cleo that the alternative to resigning would have been to have Jane Barker hazarding a loud-mouthed guess at the real reason she had started working at the Wellness Centre. It was on the cards that Miss Norton had smelt a rat, even if Jane hadn’t.

"Just as well you're out of it, Dorothy," was Cleo's reaction. "It wasn't a good idea, after all."

"I'll be in Jane Barker's bad books and I’ll have to replace my washing machine just to prove I wasn’t making it up."

"Play it cool so that Mrs Barker does not get curious. You could get your old machine repaired."

“It wasn’t very broken, Cleo. That was a ploy.”

“It was a good strategy, Dorothy. I think we should get you a new washing machine from the agency for all the stress you’ve had.”

“I can afford one myself, Cleo.”

"That’s not the point. You put your neck in the noose for me. I want to reward that."

“I don’t know what to say. The old machine really is a bit broken. The washing always comes out dripping wet.”

"No more protests then. Investigations into the goings-on at the Wellness Centre should go on the back burner for a while, so no guilty conscience, either!"

"But I’m sure it’s not all as it should be there, Cleo. I'll just walk down the road and explain it to you, shall I?"

"I’ll come to you. I need some exercise,” said Cleo.

***

Cleo wasn't sure how to deal with Dorothy's eagerness to be in on whatever was being investigated. She wondered if Dorothy could be useful in the Silver case.  Did they need a cleaner at the car showroom? That would get her into the office and she was sure to find something out.

Cleo phoned the car firm and in a voice not unlike Dorothy's asked if they needed a cleaning woman, claiming that she thought she had seen an advert to that effect. She was in luck. They really were looking for a temp while the regular woman was laid up with a broken arm. After confirming that she would be there next morning at 9 a.m., and giving her name as Nora Smith, Cleo rang off and made her way to Dorothy's cottage since she needed to look at the space occupied by the old washing machine.

Mr Barker waylaid her.

"Can you do something for me, Miss Hartley?"

"Why Mr Barker, how are you? What's the problem?"

"My wife's behaving strangely. She goes out for hours on end at least twice a week. Can you find out why?"

Since Cleo knew exactly where Jane Barker went, there would be more than just an element of dishonesty if she took that request on board, but for obvious reasons she could not recommend that Mr Barker follow his wife to see where she was heading. An idea came to her.

"I know where she goes, but it's a secret, Mr Barker."

"You can tell me. I'm her husband."

"And you won't tell her I've told you?"

"Of course not."

"She works out at a gym, Mr Barker. She wants to get fit."

"Good gracious. She's not usually that energetic."

"Haven't you noticed that she seems livelier?"

"That's true. Now I know why, I'll stop worrying," said Mr Barker, relieved that his wife was doing something harmless and healthy.

"But you won't tell her I told you, will you, Mr Barker?"

"It's our secret, Miss Hartley. How much do I owe you?"

"Nothing. That wasn't an investigation. That was just a little information to stop you worrying. If you have any more questions, come straight to me."

"Oh, I will, I will," he chuckled as he went off to his vegetable patch.

***

Dorothy had peered anxiously through the side window in her living- room, hoping Cleo could deal with Mr Barker. He could be very insistent at times. She remembered when he had tried to prevent her dear little dog getting into his garden by building a perimeter fence strong enough to secure a prison camp. The fence was still there and not pretty. Poor Minor had been run over by a dangerous driver.

Cleo told her the gist of her conversation with Mr Barker.

Dorothy was amused. The last thing Jane Barker would dream of doing was anything in the sport line, judging from the comments she had made to Dorothy about the ladies who did turn up at the Wellness Centre to work off some of their spare tyres. She would tell Jane how Cleo had explained her ‘outings’. Jane would agree that Jim was the last person to know what she was really doing. Cleo had found the ideal solution since even if Jim trailed her he would only see her going into the Wellness Centres and could not find out what she did there.

***

"I've just found you a new job, Dorothy."

"I don't want a new job."

"Yes you do if it's an investigation in disguise. And you're Nora Smith, by the way."

"Nora? What an awful name!"

"It's a pretty name, Dorothy. The author of the historical novel I'm reading is called Nora. I expect that's why the name sprang to mind."

"I expect I'll get used to it."

Cleo explained what the Silver case was about and Dorothy agreed that getting into the office to find out more about the secretary was something she could do to perfection.

"How should I explain my sudden return to health to Mrs Barker, Cleo?"

"It was hay-fever. Very convenient and the symptoms are the same as a cold."

"But it's October. The hay season is over."

"Well, call it an allergy then. You’re allergic to dust. You were reorganizing your attic, looking for old documents and getting rid of a spider's web. Something on that line."

Dorothy thought that was a splendid idea.

“Are you going to tell Jane that Mr Barker tried to hire me to find out where Jane goes on those mysterious outings? Cleo asked.

"I certainly will. It was silly of her to think she could keep her secret from him, Cleo. But he'll leave her to it now. And anyway, she does go where men are not welcome and women challenge their bodies."

***

The job deal at the car firm was discussed further over coffee and Dorothy's home-baked currant bread, still warm from the oven, thickly sliced and dripping with butter. Cleo put any doubts about having Dorothy on board out of her mind and eventually stroll back to her own cottage clutching the half of the currant bread that was left over after the impromptu feast. Robert would be delighted. Dorothy baked bara brith just like his mother had in the old days. Robert never got tired of telling everyone that.

***

Cleo had left her mobile on the dining-table at home, so she glanced at it as soon as she had let herself into the cottage. It had received a message, a desperate plea from Gary to call back immediately. She'd been out for over an hour. Gary must be literally gasping for her return call.

"Cleo, where have you been?

“At Dorothy’s and I left my cell phone at home. Why?”

“Last night someone decided the Kellys could go home."

"Someone? Who?"

"No one could say. It might have been Roger Stone."

"Why him?"

"It could be connected with Hatherton.”

“Do you really think he would want Magda free?“ said Cleo.

“On the other hand, the call to the security guards might have been faked." Said Gary.

"And not double-checked?"

"It probably sounded official."

“So where were you, Gary?”

“I do get some time off, Cleo. I was at home trying to understand a note my wife had left me telling me she was going to Spain and would take Charlie with her.”

“That’s terrible.”

“I don’t even know if she’s already gone. No one answered the phone at the house.”

“I’m so sorry, Gary. If you want me to investigate, just tell me!”

“That’s not why I tried to get in touch, Cleo.”

“Tell me what you have in mind then.”

"Kelly’s car - the one they drove in to Headquarters in - hit a tree and Magda Kelly was killed."

“OMG,” Cleo groaned. "Was Magda Kelly driving?"

"No. The car's at forensics. Kelly was knocked out and carted off to hospital. Chris said the brakes might have been tampered with, but he’d need t put it on a ramp to check on that. Head-on crashes often happen when brakes fail and the driver tries to stop by pulling the steering-wheel round. Hard luck if there's tree in the way. That’s how he constructed the crash."

"But he's guessing."

"It was a dry night, Cleo. There are no skid or brake tracks. The car hit the tree at high speed and the bonnet was open. The front of the car caved in and Mrs Kelly fell against the front console, causing massive head injuries and almost instant death.”

“No safety belt and no airbag, I presume.”

“The car was an old-timer, Cleo. It had neither and should not have been on the road.”

“I thought old-timers were only driven in processions these days.”

“Not that kind of old-timer. Just a car that had been on the road for 30 years.”

"Could it have been sabotage?"

"We can’t rule that out. The car had been parked in an unlit back street. Anyone with a little knowhow could have tampered with the brakes."

“So it was not a bomb.”

“A bomb usually explodes when a car is started,” said Gary. 

 “I should think road patrol cops were amused, if there were any around,” said Cleo. “You don’t often see cars that old, so either someone knew the car and wanted to get at the Kellys, or it was a prank. Some funny guy manipulating a car for kicks."

“Or just bad driving, Cleo,” said Gary. “On the other hand, if it was not the only car to be tampered with, it could be a gang of clever -clogs again. We’re looking into that. It’s happened before and we did not catch anyone."

“Is Mr Kelly in Middlethumpton General?"

"Someone sent for the paramedics. We don’t know who. He was taken to A&E and he’s in a coma.”

"Let’s hope he can say what happened."

"Assuming he survives without amnesia."

"Could the attack have been deliberate, Gary?"

"It must have been. Cutting break connections is never accidental.”

“But it could have been a prank. Some guys laughed at the old car and played around with the workings.”

“We can’t rule that out,” said Gary.

“How did homicide get involved, Gary?

“As soon as someone is dead, we get roped in.”

"What if the attack was meant only for Kelly? Maybe he knows too much."

"He's under guard at the hospital, Cleo. 24/7."

"Good."

"You’ll be glad to know that I'll be back on the case from tomorrow," he added.

"How come?"

“Hatherton again, I assume. Now he’s under Stone’s protection, I’m allowed to solve the murder.”

“Have you checked?”

“No, Cleo. There’s no point. He might just tell me something to pacify me. I think he’s been secretive enough already and I would not know if he was being honest with me.”

“Fair enough.”

“So I’ll just get on with the job and leave Hatherton out of it, whatever I discover.”

“I suppose that’s one way of solving a murder,” said Cleo.

She was sceptical. Why was Gary being messed around?

Let’s assume that the press will print Magda’s story because it’s the sort of thing that people like to read, A reporter would dig around in the background and find out that Burton lived next door.  HQ has to make a show of investigating Burton's death."

"Roger is safeguarding himself I should think, Gary. You would keep quiet about the agent business, but someone else might smell a rat and not be silent about it."

“Roger wants to keep up appearances, Cleo, so we have to investigate obvious assassinations. But putting me back on the case might be instructions to Roger from somewhere else, couldn’t it?"

***

It sounded to Cleo as if Gary had been cast in the role of scapegoat for something or other. He should be asking Roger Stone what was going on, but he wouldn’t.

***

"What will you do about Shirley Temple? She could talk."

"She won’t. She is too career-minded. I'll find her something useful to do. That recent jewellery theft at the jewellers right across the road from HQ, for instance. Chasing up jewellery fences would be right up her street. I need more evidence about her activities and her outside contacts before I challenge her."

"Another job for the Hartley Agency?" said Cleo.

"I’m, afraid so."

"She probably concentrates on what goes on inside HQ, Gary, if that’s where she’s planning to have a career. Don't bet on her being up to more than a conniving little affair with Stone or some other Worthy, and agency possibilities are limited."

"You could be right."

"And you'll have to get another agency. She knows us."

“Or you’ll employ someone she has never met, Cleo.  Whatever you do, keep Dorothy out of it, Cleo. She's too excitable."

"She already has a new mission, Gary"

"Is she doing a Mrs Mop again?"

"Briefly. Alias Nora Smith. At the Silver car showroom in aid of Mrs Silver’s divorce. We need tangible evidence that Silver is philandering. Quite sordid since they are both two-timing. Run of the mill stuff. Dorothy will just watch and report. No action is planned."

"But that showroom is a wasps' nest, Cleo. We thought we’d reined them in, but posh cars still keep on disappearing in this district and Silver has the contacts.”

"I'd better send Colin, then."

"He could collect some motor numbers of large cars. We'd like to crack a gang of car-smugglers that seem to have taken over from the guys we put behind bars."

"How does it all work? Silver’s is a respectable showroom. Ordinary people go there to buy ordinary cars."

"Who said it was respectable, Cleo? The ordinary cars are a cover. The posh cars are smuggled out to where you can't get a representative Jag or Merc without connections."

"And the documents…?"

"No problem. In love and crime anything's possible! By the way, your car has come."

“Wow. Thanks!”

“I’ll collect you and we’ll collect it, OK?”

“No need. I’ll have to give up the hired car.”

“OK.”

“Tomorrow? I’ll have to ring off.”

***

“Who was that?

“Gary. My new car has come.”

“Why did he have to tell you that?”

“Because he advised me which showroom to go to and they told him.”

“Oh. So when do you get the car?”

“Gary volunteered to pick me up and take me there, Robert. You have no time anyway. But I’ll go there in my leased car and leave it there.”

“That’s a better idea.”

Cleo and Gary in one car together was too close for Robert’s comfort.

***

"Where's Gloria? How was your day?"

"Surprisingly profitable. Gloria is an excellent saleswoman. She chatted with everyone like an old friend and people who'd come in for a bit of bacon went out with all sorts of stuff."

"So she can keep on working there, can she?"

"She's a godsend after the awful Phyllis."

"I told you not to employ that woman. She was one of the tuneless rebels in poor Laura Finch's chorus."

"But she was grateful for the break. She'd done time, you know, Cleo."

"I know, but you only found that out much later, so it had nothing to do with giving her the job."

"The thing is that she was loyal in her own way. It's the new man in her life who has turned her head. She has been behaving like a love-stricken teenager."

"Didn’t she have an ‘adventure’ with Gareth Morgan?"

"I doubt it," said Robert. “I suspected as much, but her affair was only with the flat.”

"She might have seduced him to get in. She’s not exactly a Miss World, Robert.”

“Not even a Miss Grumpsfield!”

"But women of any age target all sorts of guys who have been denied the affection they think they deserve.”

“Is that what happened to you, Cleo?”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that, Robert.”

“I expect Phyllis would not be able to coax Gareth out of his wall-flower existence even if she wanted to.”

“On the other hand, it takes all sorts,” said Cleo, and Robert looked at her quizzically.

“Meaning?”

“It’s just that Delilah found someone she can live with and I thought she had given up on that.”

“And you found someone, didn’t you, Cleo?”

“Did I?”

“You don't disapprove of Mitch, do you?" Robert asked, anxious not to pursue the discussion in the direction it threatened to go.

"Not as long as Delilah's happy."

"So where does Gareth Morgan fit into this discussion? I’ve forgotten the beginning."

“I asked about my mother, Robert. But to answer your question, I think Mr Morgan was a challenge for Phyllis. She might even have been quite flattered until she found out what a nasty little man he is. I think she hung on as long as she did only because she fancied the flat, Robert."

"You don't think Gareth Morgan would have been able to cope with Phyllis, do you?"

"No, and I think you can write her off. Any day now she'll phone in and say she'll be sick for the next few months."

“And lay claim to paid sick-leave?”

"If she’s pregnant, pay her off, is my advice, Robert. Now Gloria’s working with you can do that. Family necessity and so on. Quite legal. Just relax!"

“Relax? With Gloria around?”

“Are you going to tell me where she is now, Robert?”

***

Robert had not got round to telling Cleo that Gareth Morgan had been in the shop that very day looking as miserable as sin. He had made a few cryptic remarks and was probably the only person to ignore Gloria altogether.

Gareth Morgan had moved into the flat above the shop when Robert moved out. He had been so grateful. His mother had even sent him his Hammond Organ. Then Phyllis had started to work for Robert and had appeared to have designs on Mr Morgan. He had been in seventh heaven because for the first time in his life someone apart from his mother was taking him seriously, or so he liked to believe.

Cleo had always been suspicious about the relationship. It's true that you can't always see what people find so fascinating in one another, but between Phyllis and Gareth there had been no visible hint of romance.

***

"I can tell you one thing, Cleo. Gareth is totally perplexed now. After encouraging the poor guy, Phyllis never got round to moving into the flat on a permanent basis, though that was probably still her target until she found something better. Gareth said she was too busy especially even when she told him they, and I repeat they were having a baby.

“Had they had sex?” said Cleo. “That’s usually the order of things.”

“He didn’t say he hadn’t.”

“He wouldn’t, would he, if he’s been carrying on like Prince Charming,” said Cleo. “Poor guy.”

“He said that Phyllis now has a new beau with a posh car and good cash flow. I think that he thinks the baby was made elsewhere. He’s probably right, of course, and he has decided to go home to mother."

"That's a bit drastic, isn't it?"

"There is a second reason, Cleo.

“I’m curious.”

The vicar has decided to cut costs by putting Morgan on part time. He can't afford the flat on half pay."

"Couldn't you reduce the rent for him?"

"I could, but I'm not going to. I've got a much better idea."

Cleo went into the kitchen to start dinner. Robert followed her and stood at the worktop, potato peeler at the ready, while Cleo sorted out the vegetables for their meal.

“Go on then. Spill the beans!”

"Gloria can move in."

"That’s awesome, Robert. Cool thinking.”

"As I see it, she'd be busy at the shop during the day, do her dancing classes, and judging from her performance today, I'm quite sure she'll soon have a circle of friends who will take up all her other free time."

"I hope you're right. Where is she?"

“She has not been kidnapped, Cleo.”

“So Jay Salerno has not caught up with her?”

“He would not have got far. I know my customers, Cleo.”

“You don’t know Jay.”

“Would he have entered a shop where Gloria is serving? She would have recognized him and told me immediately or just screamed.”

“Sure.”

"So I have your blessing for the flat?"

"I'd rather have her there than living somewhere further away and indulging in her own version of cops and robbers."

Cleo was also glad her mother would be too busy during the day to think about detecting. Apart from interfering in Cleo's cases, Gloria could not be relied on to keep what she knew to herself. Discretion was a quality she did not have in abundance.

"You still haven't told me where she is this evening, yet. Are we cooking for two or three?"

"Three, I should think. She's only gone to the vicarage."

"What does she want there?"

"I think she's curious about Clare's twins."

***

Gloria had struck up a friendship with Clare, the vicar's sister-in-law, when she last visited Upper Grumpsfield.

"Well, she won't find them there. The family moved to Laura Finch's bungalow a week or two ago. Didn't you tell her that?"

"Edith can tell her."

Edith was the vicar's wife and Clare's twin sister. Clare had finally come home to roost in Upper Grumpsfield and her Austrian husband had finally caught up with her after a decade separated. He was so happy to be reunited with her that he quit his secure job in Vienna and was now managing Middlethumpton library, a job Cleo had enjoyed before she started her detective agency. Clare had been babysitting the job until a new manager was found. Karl von Klippen stepped into that job thanks to his prior experience (made up on the spur of the moment) and he was hit with everyone, not least because his English was charmingly foreign and excruciatingly bad. More linguistically minded people had tried to correct him and failed (‘Zee continuous is not necessary. We not have it in German’).

"I wonder how the von Klippens feel about living in a house where someone was murdered," Cleo speculated.

"Laura was not murdered in the house."

"But her son Jason was murdered in the garden shed and the murderers' parents still live next door."

"Betjeman Crighton is as mad as a hatter, Cleo. You can't blame his parents for his insane acts. He's been locked up for the rest of his life."

"It's creepy, though."

"I had a chance to look around when I delivered some of those US beef cuts, Cleo. Karl has removed that shed and redesigned the garden. They've completely redecorated the house. There is nothing of Laura Finch left. I can't see a problem. After all, your father died here, didn't he?"

"Not here. He died in hospital."

"But I expect other ancestors drew their last breath here, Cleo. This cottage is about two hundred years old."

"Four hundred."

"So let's get dinner cooked. I'm starving. Gloria will be here soon. "

On cue, Gloria let herself in through the front door and called out that she was back and hungry.

"How was Edith, Mother?"

"Unhappy. If you ask me, she'll be leaving that idiot of a vicar pretty soon."

"I hope not. He'd be lost without her. And what would those five kids do?"

"I expect she'll turn to you for advice, Cleo," said Robert. "Then you can really put your thinking cap on."

"Heaven forbid!"

"What are the cops doing down the end of the street, Cleo?" Gloria wanted to know. "Has someone escaped from jail?"

"You know who's escaped, Mother."

"That was in New York. He won't come here."

"We don't know that, and neither do the police. They've lost track of him, as far as we know."

“Hey, Ladies, do you know something I don’t?”

Gloria and Cleo exchanged looks and were startled when the phone rang as if on cue.

"That'll be Gary," said Cleo, ignoring Robert’s question.

“Gary, Gary, Gary. He’ll be in bed with us before long,” said Robert.

“He won’t, Bobby. You are Cleo’s soulmate.”

“Correction. One of Cleo’s soulmates.”

Cleo had gone into the living-room to talk to Gary, leaving Gloria to help Robert with the dinner. As she sat down to listen to the latest from Headquarters she heard Gloria say

"Well, Bobby. So here we are….. Surely you aren’t jealous of Gary!"

"Should I be?"

"Well, if you need any support, I'm here now, aren't I?"

"And that's what I'd like to talk to you about, Gloria," said Robert. “Not about that cop.”

"OK. You don't really want me here, do you, Bobby?"

"Maybe not for ever at the cottage, but your sales prowess is a revelation, Gloria. In fact…"

"I can have the job?"

"Certainly, and before you start speculating about where you are going to live, I want to offer you the flat above the shop. Interested?"

"It's occupied."

"Not much longer. I would not be surprised if Gareth Morgan went home to mother."

"You mean the funny guy with the baggy jeans and musty odour?"

"He's been jilted by your predecessor."

"The good and gracious Phyllis? I don't blame her."

"Phyllis is a cross between a vamp and a weight-lifter, but now she's found a guy with money, apparently. Mr Morgan can't compete and is devastated. Gloria."

"Sounds like the new guy is gay and needs a respectable front."

“Whatever. He’s got Phyllis pregnant.”

“Not Mr Morgan?”

“I don’t suppose he even knows how, Gloria.”

"When do you think the guy will quit the apartment?"

"By the end of the week if he has a little financial inducement."

"Bobby, I'm surprised at you."

***

Cleo heard the last words as she came back to see what was happening to the food.

"Surprised at what?"

"Later," interrupted Robert. "The food's ready. Can you two ladies help me to serve it all? That was Gary on your mobile, wasn’t it?. “What did he want?"

"I can get the car tomorrow. And there’s more about Magda Kelly. Did I tell you that Kelly crashed the car?"

“Their old boneshaker? I didn’t know, but I do now.”

“You didn’t tell me,” said Gloria.

“You don’t know the guys, Mother. Why would you be interested?”

“I’m interested in everything you do, Cleo.”

“I didn’t do anything, Mother. Magda Kelly died in the crash.”

“Someone did if your favourite cop is onto it,” said Robert.

"It could have been a simple car accident," said Cleo, not believing what she was saying.

"Or someone making sure she doesn't reveal any secrets," said Robert.

Gloria was fascinated. Curiosity finally caught up with her.

"Who's Magda Kelly? Should I know her?"

"No mother. Just someone in a car crash."

"If you already knew, why did that cop call you?"

"To tell me that I can have my new car tomorrow, Mother.”

Episode 12 - Mrs Silver

Tuesday morning was even more chaotic than usual at the cottage. Gloria had been concerned about her appearance at the shop the previous day, but she was frantic on Tuesday morning, pestering Cleo for something new to wear (though Gloria was a head shorter and double Cleo’s girth),

Episode 11 - Short shrift

It had not been the kind of Sunday Robert liked. He was not a social animal and Gloria definitely was. She soon had hundreds of friends thanks to her outgoing personality. Robert was not sure how long he could put up with it, but since Gloria would be helping out in the shop, he would have to grin and bear it until a solution to her accommodation problem had been solved so that he did not have to his working and leisure hours with her. Had he told Cleo that, she would have pointed out that he had invited her mother to help him at the shop so he should not complain. She would find a place to live eventually. Until then he should grin and bear it!

***

Episode 10 - Confrontations

As arranged, Robert used Sunday afternoon to introduce Gloria to the ins and out of meat selling. The morning had been taken up by jet lag. Gloria’s life was all mixed up, she said. Mine too, Cleo had replied.

Episode 9 - Meetings

Hatherton had been brought to Middlethumpton. He did not know why, but was very angry about it. Gary drove to HQ to explain about the action of bringing him to Middlethumpton and then to ask about the nature of Burton and Hatherton’s contact.

Episode 8 - Out and About

"What are you going to do with your car, Cleo?" Robert fussed, as he always did when he couldn't think what to do for the best. "Do you want me to take you to the airport?"

"No thanks," said Cleo.

“How are you going to get there?” said Robert.

“I think Gary is organizing a driver.”

Episode 7 - Rivals

Robert was relieved that Cleo had not gone off S.A. to investigate on Gary's behalf. It was mid-afternoon by the time the cottage and Cleo's office had been declared safe, so Robert got home first and was irritated to see a police car across the road.

Episode 6 - Spot on

Burton had been dead four days and no progress seemed to have been made in that investigation.

Episode 5 - Wellness for beginners

Cleo managed to get home well before Robert had to get up. She was glowing and happy after the passionate night she had spent with Gary.. She didn’t much care if Robert found out. She would marry him on condition he did not ask questions. At that moment it seemed the best solution.

***

Episode 4 - Magda

Dorothy phoned Cleo to tell her that she thought Gary was infatuated with her and Cleo should think carefully before getting up to any hanky-panky with him.

Episode 3 - Cop at large

Cleo rang Gary and reported on their expedition as soon as they reached Dorothy’s cottage. No, they had not told the Kellys that Burton was dead. Was the forensic team going to the farm? Kelly tended to greet people with a loaded rifle. Magda Kelly was a termagant sporting silicone breasts, makeup to the ears and high heels when she wasn’t in mufti, which consisted of rags and tatters, uncombed hair and an unmade face. Kelly was presumably attracted to other qualities.

***

Episode 2 - Burton's barn

The two sleuths were soon driving to Kelly’s farm via Dorothy’s cottage, where they could pick up the army pistol. Cleo's car was leased, ostensibly because she was inspecting boarding schools for a client. She had not told Robert that Gary had ordered a car for her as he would have been angry and remorseful. The car had not been ordered from Silver’s. The deal was that she would pay for the car. Gary had other ideas.

***

Episode 1 - Business as usual

It is astonishing how long rumours and untruths can survive in a small community. Sometimes Cleo still found herself up against them, but it did not prevent Cleo Hartley from opening her Agency to deal with matters outside the police norm.