The Body On The Beach: 29

George Whittle sat at his desk. He was the junior partner in the only firm of Solicitors in Marwich. The work was predominately family and property law oriented and was neither demanding nor satisfying, but it provided for a comfortable and respectable life. He was merely twenty-eight but unmarried and conscious of time passing. He held in his hands a neatly tied stack of letters. They had all been opened and read and he knew their contents intimately. They were all typewritten and addressed to Miss Margaret Howard. There was a knock at the office door.

‘Yes, come in’ he said, having expected a visitor. He hurried the letters into a desk drawer and locked it.

The door opened and his secretary said ‘Inspector Simmonds is here to see you’.

‘Thank you Joan’ he replied. ‘Please show him in’.


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