夜雨聆风INSPECTOR CRADDOCK RETURNS
Inspector Craddock had had a bad night on his night journey home. Hisdreams had been less dreams than nightmares. Again and again he wasracing through the grey corridors of an old-world castle in a desperate at-tempt to get somewhere, or to prevent something, in time. Finally hedreamt that he awoke. An enormous relief surged over him. Then thedoor of his compartment slid slowly open, and Letitia Blacklock looked inat him with blood running down her face, and said reproachfully: “Whydidn’t you save me? You could have if you’d tried.”
This time he really awoke.
Altogether, the Inspector was thankful finally to reach Milchester. Hewent straight away to make his report to Rydesdale who listened care-fully.
“It doesn’t take us much further,” he said. “But it confirms what MissBlacklock told you. Pip and Emma—h’m, I wonder.”
“Patrick and Julia Simmons are the right age, sir. If we could establishthat Miss Blacklock hadn’t seen them since they were children—”
With a very faint chuckle, Rydesdale said: “Our ally, Miss Marple, has es-tablished that for us. Actually Miss Blacklock had never seen either ofthem at all until two months ago.”
