James Carter draped his jacket around Harriet’s shoulders, he could see she was still trembling at the sight of the two bloody shrouds of Rene de Pont and Emile Martinus as they were bundled into the back of the ambulance.

Inspector Cosgrove had finished taking the last of his statements when Agatha asked. “So, Inspector what was it that persuaded you that it was de Pont who killed Thomas?”

“The letter this morning from Mr Huntly-Smythe.”

As if on cue, she saw over Cosgrove shoulder, Huntly-Smythe walking towards her, smiling. “And it was you Mrs Christie who confirmed my suspicion about de Pont when you came looking for information the other day.” He replied.

The frosty Huntly-Smythe from two days ago had disappeared. He beamed a smile, extending his hand towards her. “I must apologise dear lady for my rather stand-off approach. I thought you were one of de Pont’s agents, sent to see how much I knew about his black-market business.”

“I heard what you said up there, you’d make a good detective. What do you think Cosgrove?” Inspector Cosgrove congratulated Huntly-Smythe. “You saved an innocent woman today from going to the gallows.”

James joined them with Harriet, his arm still around her. Agatha took Harriet by the hand. “I'm so sorry for what happened up there, my plan didn't exactly work. I could have got you killed.

Harriet gave a weak smile. “All in a day’s work for Harriet Wells, amateur detective.”

Agatha turned to James. “And what are your plans now for the diary?”

“That is something I need to discuss with Phoebe and the new director of the British Museum.” he said pointing to Mr Huntly-Smythe. “My sister-in-law and I are indebted to you Agatha. Is there anything I can do to repay you?”

“Well!” said Harriet, “Maybe there is something you can do.”


© Alice White