Cut out the Manners
for Men, and tell me what you think of Mark, and how you like
staying with him, and how many rows your little house-party has
had this week, and how you get on with Cayley, and all the rest
of it."
Bill looked at him eagerly.
"I say, are you being the complete detective?"
"Well, I wanted a new profession," smiled the other.
"What fun! I mean," he corrected himself apologetically, "one
oughtn't to say that, when there's a man dead in the house, and
one's host--" He broke off a little uncertainly, and then
rounded off his period by saying again, "By Jove, what a rum show
it is. Good Lord!"
"Well?" said Antony. "Carry on, Mark"
"What do I think of him?"
"Yes."
Bill was silent, wondering how to put into words thoughts which
had never formed themselves very definitely in his own mind.
What did he think of Mark? Seeing his hesitation, Antony said:
"I ought to have warned you that nothing that you say will be
taken down by the reporters, so you needn't bother about a split
infinitive or two. Talk about anything you like, how you like.
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