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"
Old
Ackroyd
won
’
t
hear
of
it
,
and
they
have
to
meet
this
way
.
"
I
saw
a
good
many
flaws
in
Caroline
’
s
theory
,
but
I
forebore
to
point
them
out
to
her
.
An
innocent
remark
about
our
new
neighbour
created
a
diversion
.
The
house
next
door
,
The
Larches
,
has
recently
been
taken
by
a
stranger
.
To
Caroline
’
s
extreme
annoyance
,
she
has
not
been
able
to
find
out
anything
about
him
,
except
that
he
is
a
foreigner
.
The
Intelligence
Corps
has
proved
a
broken
reed
.
Presumably
the
man
has
milk
and
vegetables
and
joints
of
meat
and
occasional
whitings
just
like
everybody
else
,
but
none
of
the
people
who
make
it
their
business
to
supply
these
things
seem
to
have
acquired
any
information
.
His
name
,
apparently
,
is
Mr
.
Porrott
~
a
name
which
conveys
an
odd
feeling
of
unreality
.
The
one
thing
we
do
know
about
him
is
that
he
is
interested
in
the
growing
of
vegetable
marrows
.
But
that
is
certainly
not
the
sort
of
information
that
Caroline
is
after
.
She
wants
to
know
where
he
comes
from
,
what
he
does
,
whether
he
is
married
,
what
his
wife
was
,
or
is
,
like
,
whether
he
has
children
,
what
his
mother
’
s
maiden
name
was
–
and
so
on
.
Somebody
very
like
Caroline
must
have
invented
the
questions
on
passports
,
I
think
.
"
My
dear
Caroline
,
"
I
said
.
"
There
’
s
no
doubt
at
all
about
what
the
man
’
s
profession
has
been
.
He
’
s
a
retired
hairdresser
.
Look
at
that
moustache
of
his
.
"
Caroline
dissented
.
She
said
that
if
the
man
was
a
hairdresser
,
he
would
have
wavy
hair
–
not
straight
.
All
hairdressers
did
.
I
cited
several
hairdressers
personally
known
to
me
who
had
straight
hair
,
but
Caroline
refused
to
be
convinced
.
"
I
can
’
t
make
him
out
at
all
,
"
she
said
in
an
aggrieved
voice
.
"
I
borrowed
some
garden
tools
the
other
day
,
and
he
was
most
polite
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
get
anything
out
of
him
.
I
asked
him
point
blank
at
last
whether
he
was
a
Frenchman
,
and
he
said
he
wasn
’
t
–
and
,
somehow
,
I
didn
’
t
like
to
ask
him
any
more
.
"
I
began
to
be
more
interested
in
our
mysterious
neighbour
.
A
man
who
is
capable
of
shutting
up
Caroline
and
sending
her
,
like
the
Queen
of
Sheba
,
empty
away
,
must
be
something
of
a
personality
.
"
I
believe
,
"
said
Caroline
,
"
that
he
’
s
got
one
of
those
new
vacuum
cleaners
"
I
saw
a
meditated
loan
and
the
opportunity
of
further
questioning
gleaming
from
her
eye
.
I
saw
the
chance
to
escape
into
the
garden
.
I
am
rather
fond
of
gardening
.
I
was
busily
exterminating
dandelion
roots
when
a
shout
of
warning
sounded
from
close
by
and
a
heavy
body
whizzed
by
my
ears
and
fell
at
my
feet
with
a
repellent
squelch
.
It
was
a
vegetable
marrow
!
I
looked
up
angrily
.
