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Oscar takes the train back to London and starts asking around about Roby.
A person buying a book mentions that Randolph Carter had known Roby, and the next morning he can set up some time to talk to him.
Huh, wasn't that the guy Terrence talked to at the party? He seemed a bit much. But that's like 40% of his customers; he has a lot of experience in this area.
"One of his other whores showed up earlier," the man explained, "and now I have to figure out where the fuck she is because apparently she inherited all of his fucking money. Anyway. He's dead and you're not even in the will, so fuck off."
"Have they found the murderer?" This is so upsetting and concerning! For more reasons that this asshole might realise!
"Where is the body now." There might be more delicate ways of phrasing that but fuck that he's upset and also getting angry.
"In the morgue. So the coroner can report that, yes, he definitely got stabbed, see this stab wound. Are you intending to engage in necrophilia?"
"I-- what? No!" Also fuck you!!!!! "Who inherited, then? Was it Chu Chu? Where is she, I can go bother her and get out of your hair."
"Yes, it was Chu Chu. What a ridiculous name. I don't know where she is! If I knew where she is I could tell her she inherited a fortune! Did he knock her up?"
"He was fucking her in every hole, and now the money my idiot father left to him is going to his idiot slut and her bastard half-breed child."
"Well so long as they don't start by calling me a necrophilic whore I'm sure we'll get along just fine. Are they here or do I need to go to the station?"
"You stay here," Charles says suspiciously. "I'll call the cops."
(While they wait, Charles John returns to cleaning out William's house, but while keeping a close eye on Sal and muttering things to himself about murderous lowlifes.)
About twenty minutes later, Detective Inspector Taylor arrives and says, "Hello, Mr.--?"
"Mr. Digby, would you like to come to Scotland Yard with me to answer a few questions?"
Detective Inspector Taylor is a good-looking man, clean-shaven and standing just over six feet tall. He dresses well but not expensively and holds himself very straight. He speaks in a soft voice with a broad Scottish accent.
"Sir, thank you for coming to speak with me today. I'm sure Mr. Way's death is a tragedy for you."
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