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There was no time for further explanations, for footsteps were heard outside and a moment later Murshee appeared with a frightened-looking servant who carried a decanter of brandy on a tray. The little man looked cool and collected. There was a suggestion of sympathy on his face which Wilkinson did not fail to admire. The detective had dropped back again into the gardener. He stood awkwardly, as if he felt out of place and were over-awed by the magnificence of his surroundings. He felt, however, safe in his disguise. Nothing escaped his alert attention.
"Are you feeling better?" Murshee asked. "Most extraordinary affair.