Mrs Pargeter 01; A Nice Class of Corpse

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Mrs Pargeter finished reading and looked up at Mr Dawlish. From the wrinkles around his eyes tears flowed unchecked.

“So,” said Mrs Pargeter sadly, “he chose the second alternative.”

“Yes,” said Mr Dawlish. “I pleaded with him not to, but he said there was no other way out. I’m afraid he always used to win our arguments. He said it’d be better all round if he went. ‘It’s a much, much better thing I’m doing than I’ve ever done before,’ he said.”

Misquoting to the last, reflected Mrs Pargeter, as Mr Dawlish went on, “And he asked me to give this diary to you. He said it’d explain everything. He said he hoped you’d agree that his death tied up all the loose ends and that there was no need to go to the police about any of it.”

“No. No need at all,” she said, mindful of the late Mr Pargeter’s views on that particular subject.