“Well Fotheringay……..”
“As well as can be expected, thank you for asking Colonel.”
“What are you talking about Fotheringay?”
“You asked me if I was well.”
“No I didn’t.”
“I beg to differ sir, I distinctly heard you say well
Fotheringay?”
“You didn’t let me finish Fotheringay.”
“Sorry sir.”
“Well Fotheringay he’s done it!”
“Who has done what sir?”
“ZM Seventy-three, he’s resigned!”
“He can’t have done, it’s not allowed.”
“Well he has!”
“What are we going to do about it?”
“We’ve had him under close surveillance for six weeks now, we
should have seen this coming. I want you to go to his house and talk him out of
it. Get him to take his letter of resignation back.”
“I’ll do my best of course Colonel.”
“For once Fotheringay, do better than your best!”
“Yes sir.”
But Fotheringay was too late. He took a taxi to number one
Buckingham Place, but there was no answer to his knock on the door. And yet ZM
Seventy-three’s Lotus Seven was parked in the street. A woman called to
Fotheringay from a house across the street.
“Are you looking for someone?”
“Yes madam, the gentleman who lives across the road at Number One.”
“That’s his car parked there” the woman said.
“Yes I know. Have you seen him today” Fotheringay asked.
“He arrived home this morning. He had a dwarf with him.”
“A dwarf, can you describe him?”
“Short!”
“I’ll need a little more information than that.”
“Short and bald!”
“And?”
“He wore black tails, black gloves, he looked like a little
butler.”
“What exactly happened?”
“Well I only noticed because I was watering the flower boxes.”
“Go on.”
“Well the man who lives over the way at Number One, came walking
along the street with the dwarf.”
“They didn’t drive down the street….in the Lotus?”
“The car? No that was parked outside the house. It was the two
undertakers that drove passed.”
“Undertakers?”
“In the hearse, it drove passed very slowly.”
“Then what happened?”
“Well the man who lives at Number One got into his car and drove
off.”
“And the dwarf?”
“Oh he went into the house. It was curious when I think about
it.”
“Curious, what was curious, the dwarf?”
“No, the fact that someone inside the house opened the door.”
“He didn’t have any servants did he?”
“No, but someone had to be in the house, because someone opened
the front door, but it wasn’t the dwarf!”
“Well thank you madam.”
“Were you a friend?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I only ask because you look like the insurance man.”
“Insurance man?”
“Well I thought you were a bit previous, seeing it only happened
this morning. Thinking about it those two undertakers were a bit quick off
mark!”
“Undertakers?”
“Well yes, they came back. The hearse parked a little way down
the street. Just before the man at Number One drove back in that car of his.”
“He jumped out, walked up the steps and went into his house.”
“The dwarf let him in.”
“Did he? I didn’t see him. Oh no, he let himself in with a key.”
“And you saw this because you were……..”
“Oh I was sweeping the front steps by then. A few moments after
the man had gone into the house, the two undertakers got out of their hearse.
One opened the back, while the other went to the front door of Number One.
“And he was let in?”
“No, he let himself in, with a key. Then after a few moments the
undertaker came out, and between them the two undertakers carried a coffin into
the house.”
“What happened then?”
“They came out carrying the coffin between them. Put it into the
back of the hearse and drove off.”
“Well thank you madam.”
“It must have been really sudden, and those undertakers, they
give marvellous service. You’ll be going to the funeral?”
“Funeral?”
“Well someone died in that house, why else the undertakers?”
“Yes, why indeed madam.”
“So Fotheringay, how did you get on concerning our friend?”
“He wasn’t at home Colonel, at least he didn’t answer the door.
His car was parked outside, so he couldn’t have been too far away. He was seen
with a dwarf.”
“A dwarf, what was he doing with a dwarf?”
“Apparently walking down the street. The woman said he looked
like a butler.”
“What woman?”
“The woman who lives opposite Number One.”
“Anything else?”
“Yes, she told me there had been a hearse and two undertakers who
called at Number One. Between them they carried a coffin into the house, and
out again.
“But no sign of our friend? Not unless he was carried off in that
coffin!” quipped Fothergay.
“What would undertakers be doing calling at our friend’s house?”
“I really don’t know Colonel.”
“Then find out Fothergay, and while you’re about it, have Special
Branch remove their cameras from the house, while our friend isn‘t there.”
“That butler, the dwarf, he might be there.”
“If he is, have Special Brach question him, and while you‘re
about it have our friend’s car put in our garage before it’s ticketed and towed
away!”
{The red telephone on the Colonel’s desk begins to ring, he picks
up the receiver}
“Yes who is it?………….Ah, yes sir……….well Fothringay called at our
friend’s house, but he didn’t answer the door………….well yes I could, but I’ve
one or two meetings this afternoon……………would two-fifteen suit you?………Very good
sir.”
“Who was that?”
“The General, I’m seeing him at one-thirty. Are you still here
Fotheringay?”
“No sir!”
“Good!”
A file lay on the Colonel’s desk, stamped across it in capital
letters a single word RESIGNED.
BSEEINU
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