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decide who had hit an old shopkeeper over the 'head with a brass scale-weight and left her dead among the shoelaces and liquorices all sorts, so there was no help from the Yard.
There was no help from anyone until young Carradine turned up again three days later. Grant thought that his normal insouciance had a deeper tinge than usual; there was almost an air of self-congratulation about him. Being a well-brought-up child he inquired politely about Grant's physical progress, and having been reassured on that point he pulled some notes out of the capacious pocket of his coat and beamed through his horn-rims at his colleague.
'I wouldn't have the sainted More as a present,' he observed pleasantly.
'You're not being offered him. There are no takers.'
'He's away off the beam. Away off.'
'I suspected as much. Let us have the facts. Can you begin on the day Edward died?'
'Sure. Edward died on April the 9th 1483. In London. I mean, in Westminster; which wasn't the same thing then. The Queen and the daughters were living there, and the younger boy, I think. 'The young Prince was doing lessons at Ludlow Castle in charge of the Queen's brother, Lord Rivers. The Queen's relations are very much to the fore, did you know?