and so on."
Somewhat unbelievingly, Evan described the
personal appearance of the members of the yacht-ing
party.
Mr. Parker Pyne made a note or two, pushed
away the pad and said:
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"Excellent. By the way, did you say a wineglass
was broken?"
Evan stared again.
"Yes, it was knocked off the table and then it
got stepped on."
"Nasty thing, splinters of glass," said Mr.
Parker Pyne. "Whose wine-glass was it?"
"I think it was the child's--Eve."
"Ah!--and who sat next to her on that side?"
"Sir George Marroway."
"You didn't see which of them knocked it off
the table?"
"Afraid I didn't. Does it matter?"
"Not really. No. That was a superfluous question.
Well"--he stood up--"good morning, Mr.
Llewellyn. Will you call again in three days' time?
I think the whole thing will be quite satisfactorily
cleared up by then."
"Are you joking, Mr. Parker Pyne?"
"I never joke on professional matters, my dear
sir. It would occasion distrust in my clients. Shall
we say Friday at 11:30? Thank you."