Running Wild - Ballard James Graham (читать книги онлайн без .TXT) 📗
"Years? But who, Sergeant? The servants?"
"No, not the servants."
"Then who else? You sound as if you know."
I gestured with the book in my hand, and it fell open awkwardly to reveal a broken spine. I stared down at the pages, many of which had been stabbed with the same doweling tool that had damaged the skirting board in Jeremy Maxted's bedroom. Someone had gone through the book systematically mutilating its pages. Suddenly I guessed whose fingerprints would be found on the bruised end boards.
"Sergeant, are you saying…?"
"What do you think, Doctor?"
"I've no ideas-but you obviously have."
"One or two. I can tell you, they aren't popular."
"Let's have them. I can cope with unpopularity." Payne stood up, composing his reply to me, but then strode to the window. A speeding police car swerved across the road and pulled up at the bottom of the drive, scattering the gravel. A uniformed inspector hurried across the grass. He pushed through the door, a look of triumph on his face.
"Sergeant, get back to Reading -you won't find anything here." He turned to me. "Doctor Greville, we have the Miller girl! The first of the children has escaped!"
