The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler
"Quite，"said Mr Cust. He sighed again. "Well，don't say goodbye as though you were going away for ever，"laughed Lily. "No，no，of course not." "See you Friday，"laughed the girl. "Where are you going this time? Seaside again." "No，no-er-Cheltenham." "Well，that's nice，too.But not quite as nice as Torquay.That must havebeen lovely.I want to go there for my holiday next year.By the way，you musthave been quite near where the murder was-the A B C murder.It happened whildyou were down there，didn't it?" "Er-yes.But Churston's sic or seven miles away."
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"All the same，it must have been exciting!Why，you may have passed themurderer in the street!You may have been quite near to him!" "Yes，I may，of course，"said Mr Cust with such a ghastlly and contortedsmile that Lily Marbury noticed it. "Oh，Mr Cust，you don't look well." "I'm quite all right，quite all right.Goodbye，Miss Marbury." He fumbled to raise his hat，caught up his suitcase and fairly hastenedout of the front door. "Funny old thing，"said Lily Marbury indulgently."Looks half batty to mymind." Inspector Crome said to his subordinate: "Get me out a list of all stocking manufacturing firms and circularizethem.I want a list of all their agents-you know，fellows who sell oncommission and tout for orders." "This the A B C case，sir?"
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