‘So there we have it,’ said the manager of the Hotel Paradise. ‘Your son has admitted the theft and Mrs Crenlee told us all when she caught the boy in her room she wants justice. I have no choice but to call the police.’
To the horror of the three people sat opposite him the man reached for the phone on his desk and started to dial. ‘No, wait,’ said Jon Owens, getting to his feet. ‘Surely we can work something out. We can talk to Mrs Crenlee about compensation.’
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