He was tall with a strong pleasant face.
“I never really got a chance to talk to you at Agatha’s Christmas party,” said Toni, handing him a bottle of beer. “Has the university term finished?”
“Not yet. I’m home for the weekend to see my parents. Tell me about this village case.”
Toni succinctly told him everything they had found out so far.
Harry seized on one fact when Toni had finished. “You mean to say Agatha’s got the key to the strongbox?”
“So she says.”
“That’s dangerous.”
“Do you think so? I think the money will be quite safe. I think some loony put LSD in the jam and won’t try anything again.”
“Look here. I’d like to see this village. I’ve got my bike parked in the square. Why don’t we take a trip over?”
“All right,” said Toni. “Maybe we’ll find out something.”
Chapter Five
TONI ENJOYED HER RIDE on the back of Harry’s motorbike. He parked beside the churchyard wall.
“That was ace,” cried Toni, removing her helmet and handing it to Harry.
“It’s a good way of getting around Cambridge,” said Harry. “The traffic can be awful. Goodness, it’s quiet here. You’d never think it was a Saturday.”
The cobbled village street led down from the churchyard, the cottages on either side leaning towards the road, like so many elderly people, looking for support. Somewhere up on the hills surrounding the village came the sound of a tractor. A dog barked from the other end of the street. But all those sounds seemed to do was intensify the silence. It was very hot despite a little breeze.
“Where do you want to start?” asked Toni. She turned round and saw Agatha’s car. She suddenly did not want her day with Harry to be spoiled by encountering Agatha.
“I know,” she said quickly. “Back on the bike. There’s this pig farmer, Hal Bassett. He likes me. I think there’s a lot more he can tell us. It’s straight down the main street and up the hill.”