I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. “Have you anything to ask the witness?” asked the helpful inspector. “I throw it out in passing,” he said. “I murder people, John. He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. He lowered his voice a little and leaned over towards her. Ann Veronica had had some training at the Tredgold College in disentangling threads from confused statements, and she had a curious persuasion that in all this fluent muddle there was something—something real, something that signified. ‘I dropped the lantern,’ Jack’s muffled voice told her. For a space he rode the whirligig. ’ Departed? ‘Tchah! I suppose the vicomte threw him out?’ Watching the fellow’s face, Everett felt his suspicion growing. The manager conceded that he saw, that his original diagnosis was at fault. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber.
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