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"By the way - er – Miss - er - er – Eyelesbarrow, just what made you go looking in that sarcophagus?"
Lucy had already wondered just when this thought would occur to one of the family. She had known that the police would ask it first thing: what surprised her was that it seemed to have occurred to no one else until this moment.
Cedric, Emma, Harold and Mr. Wimborne all looked at her.
Her reply, for what it was worth, had naturally been prepared for some time.
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Really," she said in a hesitating voice, "I hardly know… I did feel that the whole place needed a thorough clearing out and cleaning. And there was" – she hesitated – “a very peculiar and disagreeable smell…."
She had counted accurately on the immediate shrinking of everyone from the unpleasantness of this idea….
Mr. Wimborne murmured: "Yes, yes, of course… about three weeks the police surgeon said… I think, you know, we must all try and not let our minds dwell on this thing." He smiled encouragingly at Emma who had turned very pale. "Remember," he said, “this wretched young woman was nothing to do with any of us."
"Ah, but you can't be so sure of that, can you?" said Cedric.
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