‘You’re whistling in the dark, Lieutenant. And one last thing: your friends are being brought up to the castle any time now.’ ‘For interrogation?’ Smith asked. ‘I don’t expect they’ve been asked up for tea,’ she said acidly. ‘Fair enough,’ Smith nodded. ‘We’ll go up with them.’ ‘In the same car?’ The words didn’t question Smith’s sanity, but the tone and expression did. ‘Not “in”. With.’ Smith peered at his watch. ‘The post-bus in Sulz’s garage. Be there in eighty minutes. And oh!—bring a couple of crates of empty beer bottles.’ ‘Bring a couple of—oh, all right.’ She shook her head in
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