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From the little he had been given, Smith didn’t think Gerald Fitch had killed himself.
He remembered singing a line from the old song in front of various whiteboards over the years – “There Are More Questions Than Answers”.
how often had he wondered whether an exceptional ability to doubt is a gift or a curse?
it looks, thought Smith, as if we’re having a cup of tea. How many hundreds of gallons had he drunk over the years, in the course of his investigations?
They began to move cautiously forward again. The only sound was an odd, scratchy birdsong, persistently repeated over and over. Unless I’m much mistaken, thought Smith, that’s a Dartford Warbler, perfect habitat for it.
They knew where he lived. Funny – in all the years he was investigating some very nasty pieces of work, no one had ever found their way to his home or threatened anyone dear to him.
