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"Walter! How cunning," chirped Evelyn Troyes.
"But I thought you'd be with Jonathan. I'd been hoping
he and I might have a quick bite of lunch, but he said
he'd promised you to work with the choir. What a nice
surprise."
So, thought Walter Saar, he uses me for his alibi.
Fair enough. I use him from time to time, in my
thoughts. "Unfortunately," he said aloud, "we had an
emergency today. One of the teaching staff suffered a
heart attack. Mr. Oglethorpe. In fact, Jonathan had just
been to call on him when it happened."
"Oglethorpe? My God. I've met the man," said
Priss. "Well, he must be seventy. Homely and
catatonically shy?"
"Yes, he's been ill a long time. He was in the
infirmary with a virus, then suddenly…"
"Is he all right?" asked Tracy.
"He's in Argyle Hospital now. I called his sister.
They say he's not critical."
"Thank God it was you on the train, Walter," said
Priss. "You never know what odiferous sort will try to
sit next to you and tell you how awful their lives are