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Updated: April 30, 2025
A SUMMONS FROM DR. McMURTRIE She had risen from the sofa as I entered and was standing in the centre of the room. The neatly cut, close-fitting dress that she was wearing suited her dark beauty to perfection and showed off the lines of her lithe, slender figure. She gave me a curious momentary impression of some sort of graceful wild animal. "Ah!" she exclaimed softly. "I am glad you weren't late.
The crowd invaded the club-grounds, to the horror of the green-keepers, and rolled past the club-house to the aeroplane, where Rodier, having finished cleaning, was regaling himself with an excellent repast sent out to him by Mr. McMurtrie. Cheers for Lieutenant Smith arose; Rodier smiled and bowed, not ceasing to ply his knife and fork until a daring youth put his foot upon the aeroplane.
The porter was still standing there, so I went straight up to him and asked him quite simply what the name of the gentleman was who had just gone inside. He sort of hesitated, and then he said to me: 'That gentleman, Miss? that's Dr. McMurtrie." Once more she paused, and, pushing away the tray, I lit myself a cigar. "It's lucky you've had some practice in surprises," I observed. Joyce nodded.
I can't say it was exactly an hilarious drive. I felt cheerful enough myself, but my companion maintained a depressed and lowering silence, broken only by an occasional inward grunt, or a muttered curse at the horse. It struck me as curious and not a little sinister that McMurtrie should be employing such an uncouth ruffian, but I supposed that he had some sound reason for his choice.
And then everybody will want to know who the bridesmaids are to be." "I believe I'd like to know that myself, as long as I'm to walk out of the church ahead of them provided I don't get lost." "Helen Grossman is to be the maid of honor. I believe I'll ask Jean Robertson, Eloise Grant, Harriet Noble, Mayme McMurtrie, Ellen Boyland " "Are we to have no guests?" " and Effa Samuels.
"You see, I knew about it already," he added placidly. If there was any amazement to spare at that moment it was certainly mine. "You knew about it!" I repeated. "You knew that McMurtrie had killed Marks?" He nodded coolly. "You remember telling me in the boat that your friend Miss Miss Aylmer, isn't it? had recognized him as the man she saw at the flat on the day of the murder?" "Yes," I said.
Since it was hardly likely that the wire was for me, I continued to smoke with undisturbed serenity. Perhaps ten minutes passed, and I was just wondering whether the message had anything to do with the arrangements which McMurtrie was making on my behalf, when a door slammed and I heard someone coming up the stairs. I knew from the sound that it was the doctor himself.
It was fortunate for you you chose this house very fortunate. You find yourself amongst friends here." I nodded. I didn't like the man there was too great a suggestion of the bully about him, but for all that I preferred him to McMurtrie. It was the latter who interrupted. "Come, Savaroff, you take Mr. Lyndon's other arm and we'll help him upstairs.
With its combined touch of seriousness and flippancy, this appeared to me exactly the sort of letter that McMurtrie would expect me to write. I couldn't resist putting in the bit about his "amiable" friend, for the recollection of Savaroff's manner towards me still rankled gently in my memory.
"Bedad," said McMurtrie; "I wouldn't wonder but they tear me to pieces before I get safe home. But I'll skip into a motor-car as soon as you are started. Now, is there anything I can do for you before you go?"
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