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The chime above the door sang a cheerful, brassy note, cutting through the heavy, yeasty warmth of the bakery. Flour dusted the air like a sudden spring snow. "You’re early, or the village clock has finally decided to give up the ghost." "The clock is fine, but the gossip at the post office is moving at a snail’s pace today." "I assume you didn’t walk three blocks just to complain about the local postmaster’s lack of urgency." "Hardly. I suppose you heard about the incident at the vicarage last night? They say the locked study wasn’t quite as secure as everyone believed." "I only know that the lemon tarts were delivered on time. Anything else is just hearsay, though I did notice a certain constable lurking near the rosebushes at dawn." "He wasn’t looking for aphids, I can promise you that. May I have two of the blueberry scones? The ones with the extra sugar crust." "Coming right up. And keep your voice down, the walls in here have ears, or at least a very attentive oven timer." "Secrets are always better served with tea, don't you agree?" "Indeed. Just mind the crumbs."