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I found a wallet with ten thousand pounds in it.”
    “Oh, goody. That’s mine and I want it back. I gave it to her as a wedding present.”
    “Very generous.”
    “I have been too damn generous. Look at my home! Food trodden into the carpets.”
    “I do not think she would have run away and left all her things, along with the money,” said Hamish. “I am afraid I will need to keep your money until the enquiry is over.”
    “What enquiry?” she screeched. “You stupid man. She ran away from you, that’s all.”
    “When did you last see her?”
    “This morning, early. She said she wanted to go for a walk before changing her clothes and leaving for Inverness. She never returned.”
    “Did your daughter see her?”
    “Sarah has gone off to London. I am here alone.”
    There was a ring at the doorbell. “I’d better get rid of whoever that is,” said Mrs. Gentle. “Probably one of those villagers come to take their wedding present back. I’ve never seen such a load of rubbish. Six crystal butter dishes!”
    She went out into the hall to answer the door. When she returned, she was followed by Superintendent Daviot and Detective Chief Inspector Blair.
    “Hamish,” said Daviot, “this is a sorry business. It’s hardly a police matter, but if you like, we’ll check the ports and airports for you.”
    “I’m afraid it is a police matter,” said Hamish. “She’s left all her belongings at the police station along with ten thousand pounds, given to her by Mrs. Gentle.”
    “And her passport?”
    “I’ll have another look. But I couldn’t find it,” lied Hamish. He was worried that if that visa was subjected to police scrutiny, the forgery might be discovered and Peter might be questioned.
    “Where is she from?” asked Daviot.
    “She said she was from Izmir in Turkey, and that her father wanted her to marry a local businessman so she ran away. The family name is Tahir.”
    “Do you have a photograph of her?”
    “I do.” Hamish took out his wallet and extracted a photograph. He had taken it outside the police station before he had tried to tell Ayesha that the wedding was off. It showed a laughing Ayesha, tall and beautiful.
    “We’ll get this wired over to the police in Izmir. I’m very sorry for you, Hamish,” said Daviot. “Come along now.We’d best leave Mrs. Gentle in peace.”
    Back at the police station, Hamish found Angela Brodie, local author as well as doctor’s wife, waiting for him with his pets. She had promised to look after them while he was in Inverness and then to shut them up in the police station while she went to the reception. But word of the cancelled wedding had spread like fire in the heather, and so she had decided to keep the animals with her until he might return.
    “Gamekeeper Jamie phoned me and said he had seen your car heading towards Lochdubh, so here I am to see if I can say or do anything to help you.”
    “Nothing at all, Angela. Come ben and have a drink with me.”
    After he poured whisky for himself and Angela, he said, “It’s odd. For some reason, Mrs. Gentle gave her a present of ten thousand pounds, and yet not so long ago Mrs. Gentle had told the girl she was fired. She’s left the money in one of her suitcases along with her clothes.”
    “May I have a look? Maybe in your distress you missed something.”
    “Go ahead. Her cases are in the bedroom.”
    He sipped his whisky, calling himself all kinds of fool, aware the whole time of that passport lurking at the bottom of the stove.
    Angela came back in. “It’s very odd, Hamish. Didn’t you notice her clothes?”
    “Not particularly.”
    “They are very, very expensive. For example, there are a couple of Versace dresses and an Armani jacket.”
    “Maybe her family are wealthy. I’ve a bad feeling about this. Why didn’t she take her clothes? Why did Mrs. Gentle who wanted to fire her suddenly decide to give her a wedding reception and pay her ten thousand pounds?”
    “I don’t