On Monday morning while he breakfasted at a little table in the bow window of his room, there was knock at the door. Freddie looked up from his plate of bacon and eggs, wondering who it could be. Billy, who was packing Freddie’s suitcase, left off this task to answer it.
The local constable, Robert Cochrane, stood in the hallway. He looked relieved to see Billy, for the two had been friends from childhood.
“G’morning, Bill. I’d like to speak to your Mr. Freddie, please, if you don’t mind.”
“What’s this about, Rob?” Billy asked.
“It’s that …read more