“Hoskins said when he returned. “Nags her husband and bullies her old father. I daresay she’s spoke sharp to the girl once or twice and now she’s feeling bad about it. Not that girls mind what their mothers say to them. Drops off ’em like water off a duck’s back.” Inspector Bland cut short these general reflections and told Hoskins to fetch Mrs. Oliver. The inspector was slightly startled by the sight of Mrs. Oliver. He had not expected anything so voluminous, so purple and in such a state of em...otional disturbance. “I feel awful,” said Mrs. Oliver, sinking down in the chair in front of him like a purple blancmange. “AWFUL,” she added in what were clearly capital letters. The inspector made a few ambiguous noises, and Mrs. Oliver swept on. “Because, you see, it’s my murder. I did it!” For a startled moment Inspector Bland thought that Mrs. Oliver was accusing herself of the crime. “Why I should ever have wanted the Yugoslavian wife of an Atom Scientist to be the victim, I can’t imagine,”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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