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"
I
met
Parker
just
outside
the
door
and
gave
him
Uncle
’
s
message
.
"
"
Just
so
,
"
said
the
inspector
.
"
Won
’
t
you
tell
me
what
it
is
that
has
been
stolen
?
"
"
We
’
re
not
quite
–
certain
,
"
said
the
inspector
hesitatingly
.
A
wide
look
of
alarm
came
into
the
girl
’
s
eyes
.
She
started
up
.
"
What
is
it
?
You
’
re
hiding
something
from
me
?
"
Moving
in
his
usual
unobtrusive
manner
.
Hector
Blunt
came
between
her
and
the
inspector
.
She
half
stretched
out
her
hand
,
and
he
took
it
in
both
of
his
,
patting
it
as
though
she
were
a
very
small
child
,
and
she
turned
to
him
as
though
something
in
his
stolid
,
rocklike
demeanour
promised
comfort
and
safety
.
"
It
’
s
bad
news
,
Flora
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
"
Bad
news
for
all
of
us
.
Your
Uncle
Roger
"
"
Yes
?
"
"
It
will
be
a
shock
to
you
.
Bound
to
be
.
Poor
Roger
’
s
dead
.
"
Flora
drew
away
from
him
,
her
eyes
dilating
with
horror
.
"
When
?
"
she
whispered
.
"
When
?
"
"
Very
soon
after
you
left
him
,
I
’
m
afraid
,
"
said
Blunt
gravely
.
Flora
raised
her
hand
to
her
throat
,
gave
a
little
cry
,
and
I
hurried
to
catch
her
as
she
fell
.
She
had
fainted
,
and
Blunt
and
I
carried
her
upstairs
and
laid
her
on
her
bed
.
Then
I
got
him
to
wake
Mrs
.
Ackroyd
and
tell
her
the
news
.
Flora
soon
revived
,
and
I
brought
her
mother
to
her
,
telling
her
what
to
do
for
the
girl
.
Then
I
hurried
downstairs
again
.
I
met
the
inspector
just
coming
from
the
door
which
led
into
the
kitchen
quarters
.
"
How
’
s
the
young
lady
,
doctor
?
"
"
Coming
round
nicely
.
Her
mother
’
s
with
her
.
"
"
That
’
s
good
.
I
’
ve
been
questioning
the
servants
.
They
all
declare
that
no
one
has
been
to
the
back
door
tonight
.
Your
description
of
that
stranger
was
rather
vague
.
Can
’
t
you
give
us
something
more
definite
to
go
upon
?
"
"
I
’
m
afraid
not
,
"
I
said
regretfully
.
"
It
was
a
dark
night
,
you
.
see
,
and
the
fellow
had
his
coat
collar
well
pulled
up
and
his
hat
squashed
down
over
his
eyes
.
"
"
H
’
m
,
"
said
the
inspector
.
"
Looked
as
though
he
wanted
to
conceal
his
face
.
Sure
it
was
no
one
you
know
?
"
I
replied
in
the
negative
,
but
not
as
decidedly
as
I
might
have
done
.
I
remembered
my
impression
that
the
stranger
’
s
voice
was
not
unfamiliar
to
me
.
I
explained
this
rather
haltingly
to
the
inspector
.
"
It
was
a
rough
,
uneducated
voice
,
you
say
?
"
I
agreed
,
but
it
occurred
to
me
that
the
roughness
had
been
of
an
almost
exaggerated
quality
.
If
,
as
the
inspector
thought
,
the
man
had
wished
to
hide
his
face
,
he
might
equally
well
have
tried
to
disguise
his
voice
.
