No Greater Love

Stephanie Cole is a girl who loves the spotlight. She will do anything to get it, anything at all. But when suspicions arise about her life and her being the cause for a former teachers suicide she is all too quick to run from her love of the light. But when she is reported missing it falls to Detective Inspector Henry Quinton and his DC Wilson Drake to find her before something terrible happens. Soon St. Grandorf's school for girls is back to normal and Stephanie is home again yet when she is found murdered there are a number of suspects for Quinton to look at before he can find the true perpetrator of this terrible crime....

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11. I and Mister Barrows have an interesting talk

Chapter Eleven:

 

I and Mister Barrows have an interesting talk

 

 

It was only back at the school that Mr. Barrows showed his true feelings about both Inspector Quinton and the way in which he had been treated by the police during this morning. We both quickly took and drank a tumbler of whiskey and we both quietly thanked God for us not still being in that dreadful police station.

“How dare they drag us off like that!” Barrows bellowed.

“Well we did say that we would give statements I suppose.”

“Yes but we… well I know that I didn’t think that we should be shoved into a dark cold room and treated like some mongrel pup!” Obviously Barrows wasn’t aware of the privileged life that he lived, he had not seen the true Britain that he lived in. He thought that if he wasn’t allowed a drink of champagne on an evening then he was just another common person. That was something that he definitely didn’t want to be, he wanted to be something more. And in the world that he lived in now I suppose that he thought himself to be something more than what he really was. He lit a fat brown cigar and took a long and thoughtful puff and sighed. I myself took another drink of my whiskey and simply sat and thought of the morning’s events, it was a very surreal thought to have and one that he had never experienced before.

 

Eventually the rather long and awkward silence was broken by myself.

“So, who interviewed you?” It was a feeble attempt at starting anything that even resembled a conversation.

“Don’t you mean, who interrogated me?” Barrows bellowed.

“We weren’t arrested. And I thought that the police only interrogated people if they thought that that person had something to do with a situation, a crime or something.”

Another quick glug of whiskey followed my rather smart comment.

“It was some young lad. Drake I think his name was.”

“Did he know this Quinton fellow?”

“Yes. I think he was his Constable. He seemed a bit big for his boots if you ask me! But apparently he’s being promoted. And after that he’s meant to be going to Scotland, says it was his ambition.”

“How do you know all this?”

“We sidetracked.”

“So I was being completely grilled by this Inspector Quinton and you and this Drake fellow were discussing your next holidays! Marvellous!” It had begun to annoy me that Barrows was acting like a victim.

“It wasn’t completely like that Peter. And you should lay off that whiskey.”

“It sounds like you were having more of a bloody mothers meeting!” I was getting really annoyed; I slammed my tumbler down onto the cold hard tabletop.

“We’ve both had a long day. Your classes are being covered and I need to relax. Why don’t we call it a day?”

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. I have got a splitting headache.”

I rubbed my pounding skull.

“Well come on then, you get on. I’ve got some things to clear up.” Barrows patted me hard on the back and led me towards the doorway.

What a strange day it had been. I’d had day after day of revelations and everything else. However, when I thought about it; it was still more exciting than Oxford could ever hope to be. On the other hand, there was still a small little niggling doubt about whether-or-not this was all what I really wanted out of life. I was beginning to think that perhaps Oxford wasn’t as bad as it seemed to be. As I walked down the cold and deserted corridor I heard the door on Barrows office lock. How very strange considering that he was going to be right behind me… 

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