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There are not many people who do, but those who do are usually very keen. Let us pass on." "I say, we haven't too much time," said Bill restlessly. "We haven't. That's why we aren't wasting any. Poetry. Who reads poetry nowadays? Bill, when did you last read 'Paradise Lost'?" "Never." "I thought not. And when did Miss Calladine last read 'The Excursion' aloud to you?"
"The car could take you back, and you could tell them that we were having another round, and then it could come back for us," said Bill brilliantly. "It's certainly much cooler here than I expected," put in the Major. Mrs. Calladine fell. It was very pleasantly cool outside the golf-house, and of course Mark would be rather glad to have them out of the way.
Calladine, protesting that she did not know what to say, but apparently finding plenty; and Miss Norris, crowding so much into one despairing gesture that Cayley's unvarying "Thank you very much" might have been taken this time as gratitude for an artistic entertainment. "Well, this is a rum show," said Bill as he sat down. "Very rum, William." "And you actually walked right into it?"
"You're sure she didn't come across the park when none of you were looking?" "Quite. Because, you see, Betty and I were expecting her, and we kept looking round in case we saw her, so that we should all be playing with our backs to her." "You and Miss Calladine were playing together?" "I say, however do you know that?" "Brilliant deductive reasoning. Well, then you suddenly saw her?"
"As a matter of fact, Betty Miss Calladine happens to be jolly keen on what's the beggar's name?" "Never mind his name. You have said quite enough. We pass on." He moved on to the next shelf. "Biography. Oh, lots of it. I love biographies. Are you a member of the Johnson Club? I bet Mark is. 'Memories of Many Courts' I'm sure Mrs. Calladine reads that.
Do you want any assistance, or do you prefer choosing your own breakfast?" "Please don't get up," said Miss Norris. "I'll help myself. Good morning, Major." She smiled pleasantly at him. The Major nodded. "Good morning. Going to be hot." "As I was telling him," began Bill, "that's where Hallo, here's Betty. Morning, Cayley." Betty Calladine and Cayley had come in together.
Calladine was quietly mistress of herself. "We shall be in the way, yes, I quite understand," she said; "but we can't just shake the dust of the place off our shoes because something terrible has happened there. I must see Mark, and we can arrange later what to do. He must know how very deeply we feel for him. Perhaps we " she hesitated. "The Major and I might be useful anyway," said Bill.
"Do you mean that he has killed himself?" asked Mrs. Calladine. "Just now?" "It was about two hours ago. I happened to come here," he half-turned to Beverley and explained "I was coming to see you, Bill, and I arrived just after the the death. Mr. Cayley and I found the body. Mr. Cayley being busy just now there are police and doctors and so on in the house he asked me to tell you.
"I asked," explained Bill, "because I was wondering what I should say to to Betty. Miss Calladine. You see, she's bound to ask." "Perhaps you won't see her again for a long, long time," said Antony sadly. "As a matter of fact, I happen to know that she will be at the Barringtons. And I go up there to-morrow." "Well, you had better tell her. You're obviously longing to.
"Well, Betty and I knew; in fact, I'd told her Miss Norris I mean not to be a silly ass. Knowing Mark. Mrs. Calladine wasn't there Betty wouldn't let her be. As for the Major, I don't believe anything would frighten him." "Where did the ghost appear?" "Down by the bowling-green. That's supposed to be its haunt, you know. We were all down there in the moonlight, pretending to wait for it.
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