Piccolo didn’t tell her husband about the meeting with Mortimer. She knew he had enough to be getting on with. Besides she needed to dig further before coming to any meaningful conclusion, and she knew a person who might be able to help. So the pillow talk that night confined itself to the domestic. Should Piccolo return home and change her wardrobe, or should she purchase fresh attire from a dressmaker on the High Street? Simmonds, being less fashion conscious, was content with merely availing himself of the hotel’s laundry service. Such were matters to be found at the periphery of a double murder inquiry. No matter what Death takes, the mundane lives on.