Mike Dixon

had it they were going to be destroyed after the war – but
somehow Rosie picked „em up cheap. After that, she laid her
hands on a whole lot of demountable buildings and set them
up as trucking stops with restaurants, bars and girls.‟
„What became of Rosie?‟
„Dunno.‟ Tom shook his head. „You heard a lot about her
but you never saw her.‟
„What did she look like?‟
„Dunno.‟
„I remember a photo of her.‟ Bill took a sip of beer. „She
was giving money to a hospital fund. She got very political.
You saw her in the newspapers with state premiers and
people like that.‟
„Yeah.‟ Tom nodded thoughtfully. „She was trying to improve
her image – become respectable. She married. She
wasn‟t Rosie any more. She became Mrs. Rosalind Miller …
or was it Marshall?‟
He thought for a while then came up with another name.
„She was Mrs. Rosalind Maxwell.‟
„No, mate!‟ Bill put down his glass. „That‟s my name. I
didn‟t bloody marry her.‟
„Well. It was a name like that.‟
„It‟s important I find out,‟ Humphrey said. „Do you think
we should make a search of the marriage registers?‟
Bill shook his head. „She probably never got married –
just changed her name. Better idea would be to look at ve-
hicle registrations. You could run a brothel without a license
but they‟d soon shut you down if you tried to run a trucking
company with unlicensed vehicles.‟
f he hadn‟t been in such a hurry, Humphrey might
I have noticed that his suitcase wasn‟t packed as he had
left it. He plucked out his underclothes, which were neatly