Rose married Harry.
“Perhaps there might be another murder to bring them together,” said Becket. “Let’s forget them and let me take you out for a nice supper. What would you like? I’ve been saving up. Champagne? Oysters?”
“Jellied eels,” said Daisy dreamily. “I would love some jellied eels.”
“Then jellied eels it is!”
Вы читаете Edwardian Murder Mystery 02; Hasty Death
