Chapter 12
“Is that what he said to you, ‘Don’t come back!’”
Agatha was relaying the whole ‘Huntly-Smythe’ episode to a shocked Harriet as they journeyed in the back of a cab to Bromwood Cemetery.
“Do you think he has anything to do with the Thomas Carter murder?” asked Harriet.
“I don’t think so,” answered Agatha. “He certainly didn’t like me being there, that's for certain. At one point it felt like I was being questioned by Inspector Cosgrove instead of speaking to a museum curator.”
“And the name on the sarcophagus,” said Harriet. “You said Huntly-Smythe couldn’t find it in the shipping logbook.”
“Most put out by it all he was too. And that’s another thing that doesn’t add up.” continued Agatha. “Huntly-Smythe was willing to help me, albeit reluctantly, to translate the cartouche and he was prepared to find the excavator for me in the shipping log.
If he was involved in the murder of Thomas, surely, he wouldn’t want me to see the missing entry in the log? He could have quite easily given me any Egyptian name he knew to be in the log, I wouldn’t have known.”
“So, we’re putting a question mark alongside his name for now then?” asked Harriet.
“For now, yes. But he is going to the funeral this afternoon.”
“How do you know?”
“The clerk let it slip before he showed me into Huntly-Smythe’s office.”
“So, he’ll be the one we’ll be keeping an eye on at the funeral?” said Harriet.
“Most definitely. Huntly-Smythe is hiding something, but I don't think he is the murderer".
Harriet and Agatha then turned to look out of the cab window at the murky afternoon. The anticipation of the...
Agatha was relaying the whole ‘Huntly-Smythe’ episode to a shocked Harriet as they journeyed in the back of a cab to Bromwood Cemetery.
“Do you think he has anything to do with the Thomas Carter murder?” asked Harriet.
“I don’t think so,” answered Agatha. “He certainly didn’t like me being there, that's for certain. At one point it felt like I was being questioned by Inspector Cosgrove instead of speaking to a museum curator.”
“And the name on the sarcophagus,” said Harriet. “You said Huntly-Smythe couldn’t find it in the shipping logbook.”
“Most put out by it all he was too. And that’s another thing that doesn’t add up.” continued Agatha. “Huntly-Smythe was willing to help me, albeit reluctantly, to translate the cartouche and he was prepared to find the excavator for me in the shipping log.
If he was involved in the murder of Thomas, surely, he wouldn’t want me to see the missing entry in the log? He could have quite easily given me any Egyptian name he knew to be in the log, I wouldn’t have known.”
“So, we’re putting a question mark alongside his name for now then?” asked Harriet.
“For now, yes. But he is going to the funeral this afternoon.”
“How do you know?”
“The clerk let it slip before he showed me into Huntly-Smythe’s office.”
“So, he’ll be the one we’ll be keeping an eye on at the funeral?” said Harriet.
“Most definitely. Huntly-Smythe is hiding something, but I don't think he is the murderer".
Harriet and Agatha then turned to look out of the cab window at the murky afternoon. The anticipation of the...