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WHEN Mr. Babbacombe, having made his pile, retired, it was unfortunate that his quiet bachelor existence should be marred by attacks of gastritis. It was fortunate that before succumbing to a particularly bad attack, he expressed a wish to be cremated. The stringent formalities necessary for cremation require the calling in of another doctor, who in this case happened to be a police surgeon. He suspected arsenic, and Inspector Arnold of Scotland Yard is summoned. Mr. Babbacombe Dies is a very ingenious mystery, which is solved by the admirable use of sheer common sense. |