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"Oh!” Sam says when Paul answers the door. “I was looking for Mr. Foyle?”
“Telephone call just after six,” Paul says, ushering her into the tiny kitchen. A kettle is already on. “Told me to keep you here until he returns.”
Sam glances at the clock, thinking what it means that Paul is at Mr. Foyle’s efficiency so early in the morning.
“Who looks after Tweed when you're...in London?” she asks.
“Sharon pops in,” Paul says, setting out tea. “Cats are nice, but not quite the same as human company.”
Sam thinks of Susan’s absence. “No, they are not.”