ask the waiter at dinner. There can’t be very many people here just at this time of year.”
This time it was Tuppence who opened the attack.
“Can you tell me if a friend of mine was here last Tuesday?” she asked the waiter with an engaging smile. “A Miss Drake, wearing a frock all over pansies I believe.” She produced a photograph. “This lady.”
The waiter broke into immediate smiles of recognition.
“Yes, yes, Miss Drake. I remember her very well. She told me she came from Australia.”
“She dined here?”
“Yes. It was last Tuesday. She asked me if there was anything to do afterwards in the town.”
“Yes?”
“I told her the theatre, the Pavilion, but in the end she decided not to