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He wrung his hands in distress. 'Only that Mathilda's dead. I kept the Spedes here until the police car arrived - thought it best, really, what with them collapsing in heaps about me - mind you, I wasn't going to let my wife downstairs till it was safe - one can't be certain about things — anyway the uniformed chaps told me to wait until someone came to ask questions. Look, you'd better come in. Violet's in the drawing-room now, not feeling too well in the circumstances, and who can blame her? Frankly, not feeling a hundred per cent myself.1 He stood aside to let Cooper enter. |