‘I’m so glad it was you, Hal.’ Pauline Philbey rubbed Riddles’s forearm and beamed a smile at him. I thought you were dead!’

‘So did I, Philbs! It didn’t look good at all.’ Riddles and Philbey looked across from their vantage point on the settee. Georgie Ellis took notes; Donald May ruffled his hair.

‘You have no idea who your captor was, Mr.Riddles?’

‘Call me Harry, Detective Constable. Everyone does. Unless you are a close friend, in which case it’s Hal.’

Riddles put his hand on Pauline Philbey’s arm. She let him keep it there.

‘Captors, I think. I heard two distinctive voices in the distance.’

‘Men or women?’

‘One of each, Inspector. The man had a strong accent.&rsq...

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