Chapter 7: VII

VII Colonel Melchett is a dapper little man with a habit of snorting suddenly and unexpectedly. He has red hair and rather keen bright blue eyes. “Good morning, vicar,” he said. “Nasty business, eh? Poor old Protheroe. Not that I liked him. I didn’t. Nobody did, for that matter. Nasty bit of work for you, too. Hope it hasn’t upset your missus?” I said Griselda had taken it very well. “That’s lucky. Rotten thing to happen in one’s house. I must say I’m surprised at young Redding—doin…