A Satisfactory Conclusion
As we were halfway back through the wood again, we heard the sirens. A mixture of ambulance and police. We opened my back garden gate and slipped in, carefully locking it behind us.
‘Well, that’s another interesting time we’ve had Sybil,’ I breathed a sigh of relief as I sat down.
‘Good idea of yours Nellie, I must admit, telling them we were going home by Rolls Royce. They will never find it. Or us,’ said Sybil taking off her costume and putting on the sensible clothes packed in her suitcase. ‘Probably arrest the Mayor or some other civic dignitary. Nothing like a bit of mayhem to brighten up the day.’
I too changed out of my Miss Marple outfit.
‘Just one thing,’ said Sybil. ‘What exactly does ARPAD mean?’
‘I don’t know dear,’ I said, ‘I just made it up on the spot! But I suppose it could stand for Association of Residents and Public Against Despots.’