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    â€œI’m sorry I spoke to Jean out of turn,” he said, taking the chair that Gordon had indicated. “If you wish me to withdraw my proposal, I shall.”
    â€œNonsense. It’s a good match. And she’s pleased. That’s what matters most to me. If you’ve come for my blessing, I give it freely.”
    Relieved, Rutledge said, “Thank you, sir. I’ll do my best to make her happy.”
    â€œI know you will. I’ve been friends with your godfather, David Trevor, for some time. He tells me you have a strong interest in architecture. Any thoughts about joining his firm?”
    Trevor had asked him, once it was certain that Rutledge wasn’t following in his father’s footsteps, if architecture held more interest than the law. “The door’s always open, Ian. Ross already has the makings of a fine draftsman, and he has an eye for detail. I’d be content to have both of you there, with a view to a partnership down the road. What do you say?”
    But Rutledge had had to say no. With some regret. He was close to David and knew his future would be certain with the Scotsman.
    Now, facing Gordon, Rutledge said carefully, “I’ve considered his offer, sir. Perhaps one day.”
    â€œYes, yes, best to keep an open mind.” Gordon nodded. But Rutledge noted the slight frown in his eyes.
    If Gordon had had a choice, he would gladly have seen his daughter marrying a career Army officer. But a solicitor with a noted firm, or an architect, would have done very well. He could hardly tell Rutledge to leave the police. But it was clear that he hoped as this man’s responsibilities grew, he’d come to his senses.
    Rutledge, on the brink of answering the thought, wisely held his tongue.
    Gordon offered him a celebratory drink, early as it was, and then toasted the future, saying, “She’s my only daughter. This day was bound to come, but every father has his concerns about the man hischild will choose. You’ll understand this better, once you have children of your own. Meanwhile, I can say that Jean’s mother and I are both delighted and wish you every joy.”
    Rutledge couldn’t stop himself from grinning. “Thank you, sir. Jean has made me very happy.” He finished his whisky and set the glass down on the tray.
    â€œHer mother and I would like to arrange a party, once the announcement has been sent to the Times . Friday evening in two weeks’ time? Will that suit?”
    They had already discussed the party, the Major and his wife. That was clear.
    â€œYes, of course.” And then, remembering what he did for a living, Rutledge added, “I shall put in at once for leave that evening.”
    Gordon nodded, and then walked with Rutledge to the door, clapping him on the shoulder as he said, “Have the two of you considered a date for the wedding?”
    â€œJean has said she would like it to be at Christmas.”
    â€œNot surprising. Elizabeth and I were wed at Christmastime. Quite a pretty affair it was. I was a young lieutenant at the time, and I can remember being terrified of her father, the Colonel. He had mustaches that were as fearsome as he was. But as I got to know him, I grew quite fond of him. I hope you and I go on as comfortably together.”
    â€œI’d like that.” Rutledge took his leave and walked out to where he’d left his motorcar. The wash of relief he felt left him almost euphoric. Gordon had been welcoming and gracious. He’d had a far more formidable reputation with his men, although unlike the Colonel, his own father-in-law, he didn’t favor mustaches.
    He smiled to himself at the thought. Gordon didn’t need them.
    Arriving at the Yard, Rutledge found Chief Superintendent Bowles fuming, waiting for him to appear. There was a murder in Dorchester, the county seat of Dorset, and Rutledge was to leave at once to support the local man on the