re all making a great fuss," said Dennis, helping himself to marmalade. "It's a jolly good thing old Protheroe is dead. Nobody liked him. Oh! I know the police have got to worry - it's their job. But I rather hope myself they'll never find out. I should hate to see Slack promoted going about swelling with importance over his cleverness."I am human enough to feel that I agree over the matter of Slack's promotion. A man who goes about systematically rubbing people up the wrong way cannot hope to be popular."Dr. Haydock thinks rather like I do," went on Dennis. "He'd never give a murderer up to justice. He said so."I think that that is the danger of Haydock's views. They may be sound in themselves - it is not for me to say - but they produce an impression on the young, careless mind which I am sure Haydock himself never meant to convey.Griselda looked out of the window and remarked that there were reporters in the garden."I suppose they're photographing the study windows again," she said, with a sigh.We had suffered a good deal in this way. There was first the idle curiosity of the village - every one had come to gape and stare. There were next the reporters armed with cameras, and th
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