Chapter Nine
Strange, to set off for “work” at a reasonable hour later that day, his destination the police house. Especially considering the nature of the work that awaited him there.
The inspector had departed an hour or two before, having disposed of a hearty portion of smoked fish and a variety of other delectables. He had not spoken again of his family, or his home, and Konrad had not asked. The silence had been a companionable one, though, and by the time Alexander departed the house again, well fed if not well rested, it seemed to Konrad that he was in a better frame of mind.
So was Konrad, at least until he was called upon to set off after Mrs. Usova. The woman bothered him, in some obscure way. He had taken an instant dislike to her, and for reasons he could not decipher. It wa
