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Lethbridge could ask no further questions, for Lady Goshe withdrew and let down the blind. At the same moment a step was heard on the gravel, and Murshee appeared muttering to himself. He called upon Lethbridge by name. There was something in his voice which hinted at suspicion as well as annoyance. Lethbridge made no reply at once. He appeared to be wrapped in close contemplation of a particularly beautiful specimen of Malmaison carnation. The start which he gave when Murshee touched him on the shoulder seemed quite natural.
"I beg pardon," he said. "Oh, it is you, Mr. Murshee. What a wonderful show of flowers you have! I must come here in daylight. Carnations are great favourites, but lovely as they are I claim to be able to improve them."