People readily swallow the untested claims of this, that, or the other.
She
gave an ordinary involuntary cry, and yet you heard it on the shore. If he left
it anywhere, it would be found and probably traced. The doctor was talking
about challenging Floyd to a duel, and the girl was trying to dissuade him.
He
filled the funeral with all the snap and zip of the brightest sporting event.
The Rock of Fortune always rose in the background beyond the garden hedge and
against the sea. Surely you didn’t omit to cut open the dog and examine his
entrails. Animals are very literal; they live in a world of truisms.
He’d be
better fun and less bother in a book. I rather fancy I have heard both names
before somewhere.
What a cold - blooded way of talking,’ cried Fiennes, staring
at him. The doctor is really a French nobleman with the title of the Marquis de
Villon. Otherwise he was done; he’d lost his police job; he was beggared at
Monte Carlo. I gave you your chance of pitying the poor devil when you thought
he was a common criminal. Sometimes I think they know a lot more than we
do.
He’d probably go off nosing in whatever direction he suspected the
mischief. That he should turn round because his mood changed seems to me
unthinkable. What about the papers and the big business people?
See what he’s
been doing in the way of amateur detection.
But he had gone beyond the line and
failed.
He might feel the tragic irony of it; it might shake his soul, like any
other tragic trifle. I rather fancy I have heard both names before
somewhere.
That’s the sort of thing a dog really does whine about.
If you’ve
really come to the end, where in the world do you begin?
His mind seemed to
have drifted back to a less practical part of the narrative. In his fine black
clothes he was almost foppish, yet you can hardly call him fashionable.
But as
a fact, it will make very little difference. See what he’s been doing in the
way of amateur detection.
If you’ve really come to the end, where in the world
do you begin?
The police have searched the neighbourhood for such a weapon, but
no trace of it can be found.
He said the name of Valentine was not really
Valentine. No doubt the universal secretary knew more about the doctor’s name
than the doctor did.
Need I say that he became, on the spot, the greatest of
all amateur detectives?
But nobody will ever know the whole story.
We didn’t
know what it was then; but we knew afterwards.
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