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Punshon, E. R. (Ernest Robertson), 1872-1956

"The Bittermeads Mystery"

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a manner of only slight interest, he answered carelessly:
"Did she? Why? Wasn't it your stuff? Had it been pinched? But
she was safe enough, the police would never stop a smart young lady
in a motor-car, except on very strong evidence."
"Perhaps not," agreed Deede Dawson. "That's one reason why Ella's
so useful. But I've been thinking things out, and trying to make
them work in together, and I think the first thing to do is for you
to drive Allen and Ella over to Wreste Abbey this afternoon, so
that they may have a good look around."
"Oh, Miss Cayley and Allen," Dunn muttered.
The new-comer, Allen, had been making himself very much at home at
Bittermeads since his arrival, though he had not so far troubled
to any great extent either Ella in the house or Dunn outside. His
idea of comfort seemed to be to stay in bed very late, and spend
his time when he did get up in the breakfast-room in the company
of a box of cigars and a bottle of whisky.
The suggestion that he and Ella should pay a visit together to
Wreste Abbey was one that greatly surprised Dunn.
"All right," he said. "This afternoon? I'll get the car ready."
"This is the afternoon the Abbey is thrown open to visitors, isn't
it?" asked Deede Dawson. "Allen and Ella can get in as tourists,
and have a good look round, and you can look round outside and get
to know the lie of the land.


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