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The morning's Snapshot lay upon Chief Detective Inspector Gidleigh's desk and as usual the Chief Detective Inspector was not pleased by what he saw. "It'd be a lovely story," Sergeant Nurse said almost admiringly, "if it wasn't a story. The bits about the blonde heiress at the night club and the murdered butler at the stately home, and the eminent minister, and the police completely in the dark all crammed into the stop press, it's neat. ' Gidleigh said, "It's that red-haired nuisance again." He reached for his pipe and filled it with very black tobacco. |