"A manor," Dick repeated wondering whether he should take this bit of information seriously or not. A manor did fit much better into his picture of the life of a TV presenter, though from what he'd learned about her the woman wasn't supposed to be rich enough to afford a manor. Her shabby little quiz show hadn't paid that much. It was quite likely that she knew the kind of people that owned manors, though.

Yes, she was probably a guest somewhere, or perhaps she had a rich boyfriend she'd moved in with.

"Did they mention anything about where that manor might be?"

It couldn't be too far from here, if they'd come for a simple shopping trip, but manors tended to be in small country villages that didn't offer many opportunities for shopping, so they'd probably driven quite a way. In any direction. He attempted to estimate how long a trip a pair of spoiled rich women would put up with for a clothes shopping spree so he could calculate a reasonable search radius.

Women loved clothes shopping, though. Who knew to what lengths they'd go for it.