ocrat that she was, she beckoned imperiously and in a minute or two, Luscombe came over to her."Hello, Selina, what brings you up to Town?""Dentist," said Lady Selina, rather indistinctly, owing to muffin. "And I thought as I was up, I might as well go and see that man in Harley Street about my arthritis. You know who I mean."Although Harley Street contained several hundreds of fashionable practitioners for all and every ailment, Luscombe did know whom she meant."Do you any good?" he asked."I rather think he did," said Lady Selina grudgingly. "Extraordinary fellow. Took me by the neck when I wasn't expecting it, and wrung it like a chicken." She moved her neck gingerly."Hurt you?""It must have done, twisting it like that, but really I hadn't time to know." She continued to move her neck gingerly. "Feels all right. Can look over my right shoulder for the first time in years."She put this to a practical test and exclaimed."Why I do believe that's old Jane Marple. Thought she was dead years ago. Looks a hundred."Colonel Luscombe threw a glance in the direction of Jane Marple thus resurrected, but without much interest; Bertram's always had a sprinkling of what he called fluffy old pus
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