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Updated: May 29, 2025
"Something's happened about that necklace since you left," said Eve, in a dull, even voice. "Oh! What?" "I don't know. But I saw Mr. Crewd the detective drive up to the house at a great pace. Then Brool came and knocked here, and as I didn't care to have to tell him that the door was locked, I kept quiet and he went away again. Mr. Crewd went away too. I saw him drive away." Mr.
Smiling as though he had thrown her a compliment, Eve came in, and shut the door. "I've just received this," she said. "It came by messenger." And she handed him a letter signed with the name of Crewd, the private detective.
She's a fat woman, and she must have been there all night. The cook locked the area gate and the woman was too fat to climb over. Brool's put her in the servants' hall and fastened the door, and what do you think we ought to do first? Send for the police or telephone to Mr. Crewd he's the detective you saw last night?"
Prohack, thoughtfully interested. "I'd forgotten the necklace business." "Yes, well, I hadn't!" said Eve, rather shrewishly. "I had not." "Quite possibly she may be mixed up in the necklace business," Mr. Prohack admitted. "She may be a clue. Look here, don't let's tell anybody outside not even Mr. Crewd. Let's detect for ourselves. It will be the greatest fun. What does she say for herself?"
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