By M. C. Beaton
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Extra resources for Death of a Cad (Hamish Macbeth Mysteries, No. 2)
I am not married,” said Hamish. Both girls brightened perceptibly. “It’s so nice to meet an unmarried man,” drawled Diana. ” “I’m not the only unmarried man here,” pointed out Hamish. “I know Mr Pomfret is not married, and Mr Bartlett, I believe, is—” “Forget about Peter,” said Jessica. “No girl in her right mind would have anything to do with him. And Jeremy’s a wet. ” said Diana with a sly look at Jessica. ” asked Hamish. ” “We had a murder here last year,” said Hamish. “Yes, we all heard about that,” said Jessica.
If it weren’t for this playwright-chappie, I would have turned down Mary’s invitation,” said Lord Helmsdale. Mary was Mrs Halburton-Smythe. Lord Helmsdale was small and round with thin grey hair combed carefully in strips over his bald patch. His wife was a huge woman, well over six feet tall, with a slab of a face. She was wearing an old tweed jacket and skirt and a shirt with a hard collar. On her head she sported an off-the-face blue-and-white-spotted hat. It looked remarkably like one Her Majesty had worn during her last American visit, and Lord Helmsdale had delayed their leaving by asking whether she had been ferreting around the garbage cans at Buckingham Palace again.
Both wore men’s pyjamas in bed, and they had discovered last night that someone had poured glue into the crotch of each pair. They had spent hours trying to get the offending mess off the embarrassing places it had stuck to. They both blamed the captain. Sir Humphrey Throgmorton sat listlessly in a corner. He never slept very well anyway. Prunella Smythe had stayed awake most of the night in a stagestruck fever of excitement. Freddy Forbes-Grant had been awakened by his wife’s getting out of bed at two in the morning, saying she was going down to the kitchens to get a glass of milk.