It bore the legend of Sunday the 16th. Today was Monday.
“By Jove, that’s odd. Albert must have torn off too many. Careless little devil.”
“I don’t believe he did,” said Tuppence. “But we’ll ask him.”
Albert, summoned and questioned, seemed very astonished. He swore he had only torn off one leaf—that of the day before. His statement was presently supported, for whereas the leaf torn off by Albert was found in the grate, the succeeding ones were lying neatly in the waste paper basket.
“A neat and methodical criminal,” said Tommy. “Who’s been here this morning, Albert? A client of any kind?”
“Just one, sir.”
“What was he like?”
“It was a she. A Hospital Nurse. Very upset and