The Singing Butler

The Singing Butler
Isn't it?Why people want to go abroad to the Riviera when they've gotthis!I've wandered all over the world in my time and，honest to God，I'venever seen anything as beautiful." Then，as though ashamed of his eagerness，he said in a morematter-of-fact tone: "This was my brother's evening walk.He came as far as here，then back upthe path，and turning to the right instead of the left，went past the farmand across the fields back to the house." We proceeded on our way till we came to a spot near the hedge，half-wayacross the field where the body had been found. Crome nodded. "Easy enough.The man stood here in the shadow.Your brother would havenoticed nothing till the blow fell."
The Singing Butler
The girl at my side gave a quick shiver. Franklin Clarke said: "Hold up，Thora.It's pretty beastly，but it's no use shirking facts." Thora Grey-the name suited her. We went back to the house where the body had been taken after beingphotographed. As we mounted the wide staircase the doctor came out of a room，blackbag in hand. "Anything to tell us，doctor?"inquired Clarke. The doctor shook his head. "Perfectly simple case.I'll keep the technicalities for the inquest. Anyway，he didn't suffer.Death must have been instantaneous." He moved away.
The Singing Butler