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He was silent for a minute or two-a frown creasing his forehead. "A B C.Who the devil could A B C be?We'll see if Mary Drower (that's theniece)can give us any help.It's an odd business.But for this letter I'd haveput my money on Franz Ascher for a certainty." "Do you know anything of Mrs Ascher's past?" "She's a Hampshire woman.Went into service as a girl up in London-that'swhere she met Ascher and married him.Things must have been difficult forthem during the war.She actually left him for good in 1922.They were inLondon then.She came back here to get away from him，but he got wind ofwhere she was and followed her down here，
pestering her for money-"Aconstable came in."Yes，Briggs，what is it?" "It's the man Ascher，sir.We've brought him in." "Right.Bring him in here.Where was he?" "Hiding in a truck on the railway siding." "He was，was he?Bring him along."