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Before returning to the room where Yeo and his assistants were at work Roger crossed the hall to see how the rest of the party were faring. The scene was peculiar.
The table had not been cleared. Their viands were similar to those the police had enjoyed, perhaps in greater profusion. There were wines as well as beer. Oswald Henshaw was the only person still at the table. He was in the act of refilling his glass from the port decanter. The M.P.s' ladies formed a group by themselves on seats near the window which had a view to the front of the house. Some of them were busy with the inevitable but praiseworthy knitting. Sandra, not far from them, had a book in her hand. Gwennie Wren had found a small desk and was busy scribbling. She might be sorry about Ewen but her professional instincts told her what a wonderful story it would make if she could be the first to get it to the Press.