The Double Life Of Mr. Alfred Burton by E. Phillips (Edward Phillips) Oppenheim
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and day at some sort of writing, and then, naturally enough, what with
not having the sort of grub he liked, and never going outside the doors, he croaked." "He what?" Mr. Lynn interposed. "He died," the young man explained. "It was just about the time that the Earl was ill himself. His Lordship gave orders that the body was to be buried and the room locked up, in case the old chap's heirs should come along. Seems he'd brought a few odd things of his own over--nothing whatever of any value. Anyway, those were Lord Idlemay's wishes, and the room has been locked up ever since." Mr. Lynn was interested. "No objection to our just looking inside, I suppose?" "None whatever," the young man declared, promptly. "I was going to have a peep myself. Here goes!" He fitted the key in the lock and pushed the door open. Mr. Lynn took one step forward and drew back hurriedly. "Thanks!" he said. "That'll do! I've seen all I want--and smelt!" Mr. Alfred Burton, fortunately or unfortunately, was possessed of less sensitive nasal organs and an indomitable curiosity. The room was dark and stuffy, and a wave of pungent odor swept out upon them with the opening of the door. Nevertheless, he did not immediately close it. |
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