The Mystery of the Boule Cabinet - A Detective Story by Burton Egbert Stevenson
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French, I think."
Goldberger looked down at the body again and nodded. "Go ahead," he said. "And he was so excited," Parks added, "that he couldn't remember what little English he did know." "What made you think he was excited?" "The way he stuttered, and the way his eyes glinted. That's what makes me think he just come in here to kill hisself quiet like--I shouldn't be surprised if you found that he'd escaped from somewhere. I had a notion to put him out without bothering Mr. Vantine--I wish now I had--but I took his card up, and Mr. Vantine said for him to wait; so I come downstairs again, and showed the man in here, and said Mr. Vantine would see him presently, and then Rogers and me went back to our lunch and we sat there eating till the bell rang, and I came in and found Mr. Vantine here." "Do you mean to say that you and Rogers went away and left this stranger here by himself?" "The servants' dining-room is right at the end of the hall, sir. We left the door open so that we could see right along the hall, clear to the front door. If he'd come out into the hall, we'd have seen him." "And he didn't come out into the hall while you were there?" |
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