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Please ask Polly if Mr. Seal has a habit of taking off his shoes before he unties them, or if he doesn't have a habit of tying them at all? ” "Good." Replied Mrs. Brett. Shouldn't the inspector speak to Polly himself? ” "No.". It's okay to ask her about some trivial things in life, but if a stranger asks her something on the phone,pump tube, she will blush. Anyway, I don't want her thinking about my problems. What I want is her first natural reaction to the problem. So just ask her if Syl's brown shoes usually lace up when she's cleaning them. Mrs. Brett said she understood what he meant and asked if he wanted to speak to anyone else. No, I'm still waiting for an important call. I'll call you back soon. London's phone finally got through, and Williams' displeased voice came from the other end of the line. "Okay,eye cream packaging tube, okay, I'll be on standby for the last five minutes." "Is it Williams?"? I'm Grant Listen, today I'm going into town to visit a relative of Leslie Seale's. Yeah, I found out where she lives. Miss Hill lives at 9 Hollywood Road in Hampstead, an area where artists are active. I talked to her on the phone last night and arranged to meet her around three o'clock this afternoon. But I'm afraid it's too late now. A boy had just picked up a Leslie Seale shoe by the river. Yeah, that's right, partner. So we have to do it all over again, and I have to be on the scene myself. Do you have time to go and see Miss Hill for me? Or should I send help from Scotland Yard? ? No, sir, eye cream packing tube ,aluminium laminated tube, I'll go for you. What do you want me to ask her? ” "Let her tell you everything she knows about Leslie Seale.". Such as the last time they met, and what friends he had in England, and so on. That's all she knows about Leslie. Good. When should I call you back? ” "Well, it's almost 2:45 when you get there, and if you expect to leave in an hour-it should be about 4:00." "To Wickham Police?"? ” "I don't think so.". The salvage operation is probably going to be very slow. You'd better make it to the mill house in Shaka. Shaka Town Five. Grant had just hung up the phone when he remembered that he had forgotten to ask Williams how his Benny Squire assignment was going. Marta came in with his breakfast, and as she poured him coffee, he called Trining Manor again. Mrs. Brett had spoken to Polly, and Polly did not suspect anything of the matter. Polly said that when Mr. Seal took off his shoes and cleaned them for her, the laces were usually untied. She had this impression because she was in the habit of retying the laces of his shoes so as not to get in the way of cleaning them. But after she cleans her shoes, she often unties them again. That's the way it is. 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