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Both the men ate in silence, which suited Nathan, so he could enjoy a first class excellent dinner. He waited until they were sipping first class claret before he put the question.
“I had wondered if Neville Guise might be another guest,” said Nathan gently.
“Told me that he was going to race back in London. That the countryside bored him. Typical view of an average Londoner,” replied Lord Billington.
“You like him? He seems to have achieved a lot,” said Nathan.
“Like so many London businessmen he is nothing more than a crook. But in business you have to deal with all types.”
“I know a number of businessmen who are thoroughly trustworthy,” Nathan corrected him.
“Then don’t count Neville amongst them, for he doesn’t clearly have
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The body was full length on a table whose green baize was covered with blood. Nathan gently felt the carotid artery and then shook his head. He then felt the face and the shoulder.“No good,” he said to Susan.” He is dead. But the warmth of the body suggests that the murder was committed not long before we arrived. At a quick count, he was stabbed most brutally over a dozen times.”“Look at the right hand index finger. It is pointing at something, the old pile of newspapers over there on the coffee table,” said Susan as her eyes followed the finger to the other side of the room.“You are not suggesting,” Nathan said in disbelief,” that this poor devil, after being stabbed so many times was able to turn his hand then use his finger to point in the direction of any clue or evidence!!”“Were
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Lancelot paused, dramatically, as if staring uncertainly as his tormentor. Neville was now erect and prepared to progress this to a more overt stage. As Lancelot reached behind him and drew the zipper down, exposing the indentations of spine crossed by a black brassiere strap Neville stepped out and stood in the doorway. For a moment Lancelot didn't see him as he was concentrating on sliding it open, but then he looked up and Neville could see the shock cross his face as they looked into each other's eyes in the mirror. For long moments neither moved, then Lancelot spun around, reached behind himself to hold the dress closed, and took two steps away, backing against the mirror. His face reddened furiously under the makeup, his eyes dropped to the floor – Neville knew that Lancelot was frantically trying to find an excuse, an escape from the shameful situation in which he had found himself.Neville spoke first: "It's alright Lancelot."
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