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Chesterton, G. K. (Gilbert Keith), 1874-1936

"The Man Who Knew Too Much"

"It is
curious," he said, "that the thing should happen just in front of
that place."
"It would certainly be very curious," replied Travers, "if the place
played any part in it."
"I think," replied Fisher, "that the part it didn't play is more
curious still."
And with these apparently meaningless words he turned to the shaken
Boyle and, taking his arm, began to walk him up and down in the
moonlight, talking in low tones.
Dawn had begun to break abrupt and white when Cuthbert Grayne turned
out the lights in the library and came out on to the links. Fisher
was lounging about alone, in his listless fashion; but the police
messenger for whom he had sent was standing at attention in the
background.
"I sent Boyle off with Travers," observed Fisher, carelessly; "he'll
look after him, and he'd better have some sleep, anyhow."
"Did you get anything out of him?" asked Grayne. "Did he tell you
what he and Hastings were doing?"
"Yes," answered Fisher, "he gave me a pretty clear account, after
all. He said that after Lady Hastings went off in the car the
general asked him to take coffee with him in the library and look up
a point about local antiquities. He himself was beginning to look
for Budge's book in one of the revolving bookstands when the general
found it in one of the bookshelves on the wall.


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