"
"Still, this is something."
"Yes, and I suppose we ought to deduce something more from the episode.
I've already concluded that the high piping voice he used might well
have concealed an accent, and I've also decided from what I've heard of
the local language since that he hadn't the native intonation."
"And he headed for the beach," added my cousin. "Therefore he certainly
did not come from any house in the near neighbourhood."
"That puts the doctor's house out of court, if you're right. But he may
possibly have thought it better not to do his dressing up at home."
"I see you've still got you knife into O'Brien!" laughed my cousin. "But
I think my notion is the likeliest--"
He broke off suddenly and we instinctively moved a pace further apart. A
figure had appeared round a turn of the road just ahead of us, a trim,
dainty figure, delightful to see in such a place, but a little
disconcerting to see so suddenly and so close to us. It was Jean Rendall,
looking her best, but not, it seemed to me, quite in the right place.
Had she noticed anything? There was not a sign of it in her greeting. She
gave us both one of her quick smiles, and as Jack pulled up to speak to
her, she stopped too, and in talking to him, I noticed afresh how full of
expression those neatly chiselled, rather petite, features became when
she talked, and what a charming little air of knowing her way about the
world she had.
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