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"I do not know him," said Sir Brian, "I should very much like to meet him. But directly the picture is on view to the public I shall certainly subscribe my half-crown." "My own idea," drawled Exel, "was that Miss Cumberly's article probably was more interesting than the picture or the painter.
The latter swallowed noisily, moistening his parched lips. "Is she"... he muttered; "is she"... "God's mercy, Leroux!" whispered Mr. Exel "what does this mean?" "The woman is dead," said Dr. Cumberly. In common with all medical men, Dr. Cumberly was a physiognomist; he was a great physician and a proportionately great physiognomist.
"I understand; and I am sorry," said Exel, casting a sidelong glance at the body. "Of course, it is a delicate subject. No doubt Leroux can explain."... "Damn your explanation!" shrieked Leroux hysterically. "I CANNOT explain! If I could explain, I"... "Leroux!" said Cumberly, placing his arm paternally about the shaking man "you are such a nervous subject. DO make an effort, old fellow.
Then, stretching out one long arm, he laid the wallet and the pen beside his glass upon the top of a bookcase, without otherwise changing his position, and glancing aside at Exel, said: "Now, Mr. Exel, what help can you give us?" "I have little to add to Dr. Cumberly's account," answered Exel, offhandedly. "The whole thing seemed to me"...
"Here you are, Leroux," said Cumberly; "drink this up, and let us arrange our facts in decent order before we " "Phone for the police?" concluded Exel, his gaze upon the last speaker. Leroux drank the brandy at a gulp and put down the glass upon a little persian coffee table with a hand which he had somehow contrived to steady.
Cumberly, it will be remembered, was with Mr. Leroux, and Mr. John Exel, M. P., at the time that the murder was discovered. The executors of the late Mr. Horace Vernon are faced with extraordinary difficulties in administering the will of the deceased, owing to the tragic coincidence of his wife's murder within twenty-four hours of his own demise.
"You are keen on the official forms, Exel?" he said, with a wry smile. "Please accept my apology for my recent er outburst, but picture this thing happening in your place!" "I cannot," declared Exel, bluntly. "You lack imagination," said Cumberly. "Take a whisky and soda, and help me to search the flat." "Search the flat!" The physician raised a forefinger, forensically.
Bruce Cumberly London John Exel M. Gaston Paris Brian Malpas The smoking-room was fairly full, but a corner near the big open grate had just been vacated, and here, about a round table, the four disposed themselves. Our French acquaintance being in evening dress had perforce confined himself in his sartorial eccentricities to a flowing silk knot in place of the more conventional, neat bow.
Cumberly who, like Leroux, was arrayed in a dressing-gown; for he had been in bed when summoned by his friend. "You are all in the dark, here," muttered Dr. Cumberly, fumbling for the switch. "Some one has turned the light out!" whispered Leroux, nervously; "I left it on." Dr. Cumberly pressed the switch, turning up the lobby light as Exel entered from the landing.
Cumberly briefly explained how it came to be there, Leroux punctuating his friend's story with affirmative nods. "Then the door of the flat was open all the time?" cried Dunbar. "Yes," replied Cumberly; "but whilst Exel and I searched the other rooms and our search was exhaustive Mr. Leroux remained here in the study, and in full view of the lobby as you see for yourself."
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