Mrs. Peels' shiny blue Lotus Elan pulled up outside No. 3 Cat's
Cradle.
"Here we are," she said, opening her door. Robin didn't even bother
with the door, instead, he simply raised himself up and over the door.
Mrs. Peel smiled at this, but made no remark. Instead she walked up to the
somber gray door and rapped her knuckles smartly on it.
"Yes," a petite blonde woman with a pageboy haircut answered the
door.
"Ms. Simpson," Mrs. Peel questioned.
"Yes," the woman answered, bewilderment and a hint of interest in her
eyes as she looked Robin over.
"I'm Mrs. Emma Peel, and this is Robin, the Boy Wonder," Mrs. Peel
said, gesturing with her hand. "We're here to discuss-"
'The murders with me," Ms. Simpson interrupted. "I guess you had
better come in." She opened the door wide and stepped back allowing Robin
and Mrs. Peel to enter before shutting the door behind them.
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Ms. Simpson led them into a small, cozy living room. "What did you want to know," she asked straightforwardly. "Well, ma'am, to be honest," Robin stuttered. "We wanted to know how you were connected with the murders," Mrs. Peel interrupted, calculating Ms. Simpson with her eyes. "I am a secretary at the Ministry," Ms. Simpson began, "However, I am not a secretary for just one person, but rather for everyone and anyone who may need my services. You see I am a button-lip secretary." "Button-lip," Robin questioned confusedly. "The highest division of secretary," Ms. Simpson told him. "I am also an expert in short hand, and can take notes at two hundred words per minute. I have worked with all of the men who were murdered," she took a deep breath, "I don't deny that I had difficulties with some of them." "What kind of difficulties," Mrs. Peel questioned. "I wanted a raise. I earned less than any other secretary in my division.But they all said no." At this, Ms. Simpson smiled bitterly, "They said that women didn't need to earn as much." Mrs. Peel rose, "Thank you very much, Ms. Simpson, we'll be in touch." She motioned to Robin and they left the room, leaving Ms. Simpson sitting on the dainty couch, alone. She looked up as they left the room, the bitterness in her face changing to relief.
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Ms. Simpson led them into a small, cozy living room. "What did you want to know," she asked straightforwardly. "Well, ma'am, to be honest," Robin stuttered. "We wanted to know how you were connected with the murders," Mrs. Peel interrupted, calculating Ms. Simpson with her eyes. "I am a secretary at the Ministry," Ms. Simpson began, "However, I am not a secretary for just one person, but rather for everyone and anyone who may need my services. You see I am a button-lip secretary." "Button-lip," Robin questioned confusedly. "The highest division of secretary," Ms. Simpson told him. "I am also an expert in short hand, and can take notes at two hundred words per minute. I have worked with all of the men who were murdered," she took a deep breath, "I don't deny that I had difficulties with some of them." "What kind of difficulties," Mrs. Peel questioned. "I wanted a raise. I earned less than any other secretary in my division.But they all said no." At this, Ms. Simpson smiled bitterly, "They said that women didn't need to earn as much." Mrs. Peel rose, "Thank you very much, Ms. Simpson, we'll be in touch." She motioned to Robin and they left the room, leaving Ms. Simpson sitting on the dainty couch, alone. She looked up as they left the room, the bitterness in her face changing to relief.