Tuesday
In early. Clearer, but low clouds, and light
drizzle. During the last year we have
forgotten to fear dull days. Captain Folkard went
out at 4, so I went home to tea. Miss
Payne was out, so I had it alone with Father, very pleasant.
I was going to have high tea at
the café, but as I opened the door I saw Hull
sitting there, fortunately with his back to me, so I retreated hastily. Went into Holly Trees. Poulter told me that Alderman Hazell died last
Saturday, and that the funeral is Thursday.
So the old Museum Committee fades away.
It has been decided that the
police must not be told of the Castle robberies, as they are obviously “inside”
jobs. The Committee apparently suspect one of the firewatchers more than one of the attendants.
This is the man Poulter refused to have in Holly Trees as he suspected
him.
I had hoped that when old Sir
Gurney went the Committee would take such actions as might be necessary for the
good organisation of the place, but apparently even now the old man’s shadow is
sufficiently strong to protect thieves and robbers if the exposure of their
activities should reveal the scandal in the Museum.
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