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Jelicorse came jauntily into the small dining-room, with its quaint carved walls covered with figures of the chase and archers in fighting garb, and the fine old carpet on the solid floor. A litter of dessert lay scattered over the circular table and the candles in the big silver branches made subdued rings of light.
"Awfully sorry and all that sort of thing, Fairbourne," he said smilingly. "Fact is I had some slight matter of business in this neighbourhood and when I had finished I went to Jocelyn's place and dined there, intending to push on as far as Weymouth before camping for the night. Had trouble with the car just outside your village, so pushed my man into the local inn and came here with my suit-case cadging a bed for the night."