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“They probably thought it was about time, you know, what with my age and all. Felt sorry for me I guess.”
    “Now, Chief Inspector,” Mollie protested wagging her finger at him. “Your age has nothing to do with it, and you know it. It’s all to do with ability. Besides you’re not old, not like someone that I could mention.”
    “Why are you looking at me?” asked Kendall.
    The Chief Inspector smiled. “I’m glad to see that you two haven’t changed.” He paused for a moment, and then he looked over at the door leading into the Court-room. “So what did you think of that, in there? A sample of British Justice?” he asked. “A bit different to back home I guess.”
    “Wouldn’t have missed it for the World,” Kendall replied. “And yes, it’s a lot different. Back home that would have all been on National television, with highlights every evening, and everything, that was said or done, would have been analysed left right and centre.”
    The Chief Inspector smiled. “Are you happy enough with the sentence?” he asked.
    Kendall smiled. “Happy ain’t exactly what I would have said,” he replied. “I guess it was okay, but back home he would have got ninety-nine years to life, at least.”
    “With no chance of parole,” Mollie added.
    The Chief Inspector nodded. “Have you seen Roger?” he asked.
    “Roger Andrews?” said Kendall. “Yes I saw him a couple of weeks ago, he was in the public gallery. He’s not looking too good is he?”
    The Chief Inspector shook his head. “He’s aged considerably in the last few months,” he replied.
    “I’m not really surprised,” said Mollie. “I mean in the circumstances.”
    “No, I agree,” said Kendall. “To lose your brother is one thing, but for your brother to be murdered like that, that’s something else.” Kendall shook his head. “At least he has had some justice here today. Hopefully, that should bring him some closure.”
    The Chief Inspector took a deep breath. “Guess so, but he’ll never really get over it will he?” The Chief Inspector paused for a moment. “So, now that the trial is over, what plans do you have?”
    “Oh I’m not sure,” said Kendall. “Mollie here, I’m sure would like to do some shopping, so I suppose that’s what we’ll do.”
    The Chief Inspector looked at Mollie and smiled. “I’m sure that you’ll enjoy that,” he said. “But what I meant was when do you plan on going back to America?”
    “Oh, I get you,” said Kendall. “Well we’re not really sure just yet. Not for a little while I’d say.”
    “It could be a couple of weeks,” said Mollie. “We thought that we might get a vacation this time, you know a proper holiday.”
    “Unlike the last time,” added Kendall.
    The Chief Inspector nodded his head slowly. “Naturally,” he replied. “I can appreciate that.” He paused for a moment, and heaved a sigh. “The thing is ….”
    “Yes, Chief Inspector,” said Kendall. “You wanted to say something.”
    The Chief inspector sighed once again. “Well to be perfectly honest, Mr. Kendall, I find that I am in need of your services.”
    Kendall looked puzzled for a moment. “You in need of a private detective, I don’t believe it.”
    Kendall smiled. He thought back to the first meeting that they had had with the Inspector, just a few months ago. He remembered the conversation almost word for word. It should be said that the Inspector wasn’t exactly impressed with Private Detectives at that time. In fact he had rather a negative view about them.
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    “So you’re a Private detective, eh,” Whittaker had said. “That’s what’s written down here.”  He tapped the paper that he was holding. “It’s all there.”  He paused for a moment. “That’s what it says. You are a Private Detective in Miami.”  He placed the paper back on to the desk, and shook his head. “What’s that then?  Some kind of Philip Marlowe are we?”  He shrugged, and looked up at the