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It was at this juncture in the conversation that a very unwelcome interruption occurred. Mrs. Hesling showed Chief Inspector Macdonald into the room, and Gressingham at least wished him at the devil. June St Cyres’ face was a study, and to anybody observant of human physiognomy it was a study in fear—and Gressingham knew it. Rising in his slow, rather clumsy way, Gressingham spoke with his customary nonchalance.
“Good-afternoon, Chief Inspector. Have you met Mrs. St Cyres—the Colonel’s daughter-in-law. I was just going to walk back to the Manor with her. Can you wait for just a few minutes?”