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No, thank you, sir."
The sound of the gong rose fortissimo from the hall outside.
"Dear me," said Mr. Wimborne. "One of the boys, I think, must have been performing."
Inspector Craddock raised his voice, to be heard above the clamour, as he said:
"We'll leave the family to have lunch in peace, but Inspector Bacon and I would like to return after it – say at two-fifteen - and have a short interview with every member of the family."
"You think that is necessary?"
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Well…” Craddock shrugged his shoulders. "It's just an off chance. Somebody might remember something that would give us a clue to the woman's identity."
"I doubt it, Inspector. I doubt it very much. But I wish you good luck. As I said just now, the sooner this distasteful business is cleared up, the better for everybody."
Shaking his head, he went slowly out of the room.
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