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"Son of a bitch," Mac whispered

"Blimey," Katie said "He looks just like that bloody awful painting of that hairy an Givesdoes Eyes follow you everywhere"

"So there is a resemblance," Fellows said to Beth "What of it?"

Beth lowered the pieces of hair Felloeating

"Perhaps you should tell them," Beth said "Or I can My friend Molly knows yourto do with tarts"

"Then how do you know Molly’s a galared "I’m a policeman"

"You’re a detective, and Molly never worked in your beat when you were a constable She told me" "Who is your mother?" Mac asked in a stern voice "Youaround to face the brothers "After all these years of taunting e? You even al a living But you didn’t care about that Why should you care that I’m the only one that looks after ray mother?"

"They truly don’t know, Inspector," Beth interrupted She wrapped up the false beard and handed the package to a s Katie "Men often can’t see what’s beyond the tips of their noses"

"I’m an artist," Mac interjected "I am supposed to be a brilliant observer, and I never saw it"

"But you paint wos, and if a round"

Mac conceded "The fairer sex is " "When I saw the portrait of your father at Kilan, the resemblance struck me" She smiled "Inspector Fellows is your half brother"

Hart’s sitting room filled with Mackenzies Curry bustled in with them, and the other threeworried and curious at the sa hard, shaky from her trip down the stairs, and Ian made her sit next to him on the sofa Why he believed he could keep Beth out of trouble, he didn’t know She was headstrong and had a will of steel His own mother had been a victim of his father, terrified of him Beth’s ed to transcend the horrors of her childhood Her troubles had , characteristics that had been lost on the idiotic Mather Beth orth saving, worth protecting, like the rarest of porcelains Hart entered last, his eagle gaze taking in his brothers, Beth, and Fellows Felloas on his feet, facing the

"Who is your mother?" Hart asked him in his cool ducal voice

Beth answered for the inspector "Her name is Catherine Fellows, and they take rooms in a house near St Paul’s Churchyard"

Hart transferred his gaze to Fellows, looking thehim for the first time "She’ll have to be moved to better accommodation" Fellows blustered "Why the devil should she? Because you couldn’t abide the shame if someone found out?"