As I was removing the newspapers from in front of the office door, a woman came by. Attractive, I’d say. Potentially elegant but fear seemed to be making her movements ungraceful. She left and came back a few times. Finally I said: ‘Detective Pennybright is missing and we don’t know when he’ll return.” She didn’t seem surprised. As she went down the stairs, I heard hissing sounds.
This is Clarence Clavicle again, DPB’s neighbour.
Thank you for the opportunity.