We ran down the stairs. I dropped the trapdoor and bolted it on the underside.At the bottom of the stairs was a tiled passage leading towards another ...et of stairs going upwards.“This used to be the crossing point from station platform to platform,” I said quietly.“But there isn’t a station!” Margaret objected.“Not now there isn’t, but there used to be one here until it was moved nearer the town in the 1890s. Even the railway line was re-routed. That doesn’t matter. They won’t find us down. What came most readily tomind was the old statement that it takes a lot of what is artificial tobe a natural girl.The sparkling red toe nails showing through the peep toes of the high,spike-heeled black velvet shoes were most certainly manmade - and heldon by very unnatural superglue. However the long shapely legs, shown totheir best advantage all the way up to the hems of the brief satinhotpants were very much all natural. The gloss of the nylons showingthrough the pink chain net tights. On Thursday, several boxes arrived at my office by courier from Tony’s former tax firm. After opening a couple of boxes, I realized that they had sent nothing in an electronic format. Before I would begin to analyze his tax situation, we would have to key in all of his data manually and it would all be billable. I asked one of my junior accountants to begin going through and organizing things for me. Looking at the boxes, I wondered if I needed to hire more staff.This looked like Tony was going. Everything was happening too fast.Mr. Bell looked at me in the rear view mirror. "Brian, my boy, I got a call from our Sheriff a few minutes before I picked you up. It seems your cabin was just covered with fingerprints, all recent, that matched a man who is known to be the paramour of your landlady. There is another set of prints but they don't match anyone, which the detectives think belong to your landlady, herself."I have one more tidbit to share with all of you. Colleen spoke briefly to.