Matt and Holmes were was literally man-handled out pushed into the garden from by the younger agent. An old woman looked at them from hers, garden but she immediately returned to cultivate to whatever she was doing in her green vegetable garden. it has The place was planted with tomatoes, beets root, rocket better to use "roquette" or "arugula" , lettuce, onions and spinach. Next to it Next to them there was also she also had a small herb garden filled with a bay tree, rosemary bush, and other essentials such as thyme, sage, mint, oregano, garlic, parsley and borage.
“It’s A vegan's paradise!”
Matt congratulate said admiring to the next door neighborher. “Never seen My, my, such fantastic looking tomatoes. How did can you do it get them?”
The woman padded the sweat on her brow with her handkerchief before looking up., lifting her face.
“Elbow grease! My boy. that Young people of today sadly lacked. do not have.” She answered tartly. sharp.
“You’re absolutely right, Miss???"
“Mrs… Mrs. Margarete Meyer” Her strongly German accent didn’t deny betrayed her roots origins.
“Matt Brown. Nice to meet you. By the way, I’m a in the detective business.”
The old woman nodded in agreement as if she was a clarivoyant and came went back to her work.
Okay... Matt thought to himself. He had to think quick as the conversation was at its end. He surved her, studying her green garden and added, .
“Anyway Also don’t forget to cover the artichokes.” He played his last trump card.
“Artichokes?” The old lady's ears perked up. asked very interested to the subject.
Where Is She?
Mrs. Agatha
“What the hell is the mutt it doing?”
The two policemen rushed into the living room. “I said…”
Holmes non-chalantly jumped onto the sofa., took the Then with the TV remote control in its mouth, ran to Matt and dropped it to his feet. of the TV and brought it to the detective.
“Eh? What's this?” Matt mockingly asked whispered.
“Damn! Give it to me! I don’t want that your dog of yours to touches anything here!” The senior policeman office shouted and grabbed the control while, accidentally pressing the power button by accident.
On the TV screen, appeared a very muscle muscular man demonstrating how to keep who thought taught people how to be fit and well built.
“A fitness channel for an old woman. Don’t you find a little bit Strange isn't it my dear fellow? , agent?”
The policeman looked glared angrily at Matt angrily. “Ah, your paranoia make me Your stupid conjectectures are driving me crazy. Get the hell out of here!”
“Here it’s Never hot around here. All and any attempts by me to grow them is always a ended in failure.” She gave a sighconfessed.
“My lady, just I know but to cover them with a gunny jute sack! is One of my grandpa's manyy secrets.”
Matt’s open smiled and his friendly behaviour conquered grinned like a Chesire Cat knowing that the old woman fell hook, line and sinker for his planting knowledge. They continued chatting like long lost friends and before you know it, Matt was invited into her home talked a little bit more about plants before she invited him for a cup of tea.
“I don’t know Mrs. Agatha very well, but her caregiver…”
“A caregiver?” Matt repeated.
Mrs. Meyer Margarete poured more put the tea into Matt's cup before continuing. on the table and nodded. “Yes a very disgusting woman who kept her always at home Mrs. Agatha like a prisoner in her own home. She was worse than than the Gestapo!"
Holmes lifted his head at upon hearing these words.
"Do you know her name?"
Mrs. Meyer Margarete shook her head. "But..."
She a gave a buscuit to the whorshiping worshipping poodle.
"I know the Her niece surely yes. She's the one who had employed hired that battle-axe. Poor Agatha! They wanted to steal also rob her of her house board."
