SHEILA HAS AN IDEA (Part -2)

 SHEILA HAS AN IDEA (Part -1)

'Then after the New Year holiday, he had some more business in Hastings. That's where we were married.'

'They are all towns on the south coast,' said Sheila.

'Yes,'agreed Nancy. "They're all on the south coast and they are all quite near to each other.'

'First he's in Brighton. Then he's in Eastbourne. And finally Hastings. Doesn't that make you think?' Sheila said to Terry.

Think what?' asked Terry.

'They are all holiday resorts. They are all places where nobody knows who you are. It would be easy for a man to get married to one woman in Brighton and then to another woman in Hastings.'

"That's an idea,' said Terry. 'I could go to Brighton and look at the marriage register there.'

'But who is paying for this?' asked Nancy.

'Well, usually, a private investigator works for a client,' replied Terry.

"Right,' said Nancy. 'I'm your client. You are working for me. I want you to find out more about Mr Jones. I want to know if he is my husband. If he is already married to Miss Peters, he can't be married to me.'

Unless Miss Peters was dead before he married you,' said Sheila.

Terry went down to Brighton the next day.

It did not take him long to find out that Henry Jones had been married to Miss Peters in August the year before. And one of the witnesses was Miss Isobel Jones.

But where was Miss Peters? That question still had to be answered. Terry looked at the addresses given in the marriage register: The address for Miss Peters was a hotel in Brighton.

But for Mr Jones, there was an address in Can-terbury. It was the same as the one Henry Jones had given in the marriage register.

Terry went by train to Canterbury. It did not take him long to find the house which Jones had given as his address. He rang the bell, but there was no reply.

Terry walked round to the back of the house.

It had a large garden at the back. Thick bushes grew all round the sides. Terry walked round the garden slowly looking at the ground carefully.

He found what he was looking for.

Yes, he was sure of it. A hole had been dug under some bushes and the ground had been covered with leaves. The police were digging in the wrong place. They were digging in the garden at

12 Oakwood Avenue. They should be digging for the body of Miss Peters here in this garden in Canterbury.

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