"Surprising!" he said at the end, rubbing his hands together. "That's to
say, not in itself particularly surprising. Just a queer little
happening; one would think nothing of it if one read it in the newspaper!
Things are always so much more surprising when they happen down one's
own street, or within a few minutes' walk of one's garden wall--and when
one actually knows the people involved in them. Still I was always
inclined to agree with Dr. Irechester that there was something out of the
common about old Saffron and our friend Beaumaroy."
"Dr. Irechester never found out what it was, though!" exclaimed Mary
triumphantly.
"No, he didn't; for reasons pretty clearly indicated in your narrative."
He sat back in his chair, his elbows on the arms and his hands clasped
before him. "If I may say so, the really curious thing is to find you in
the thick of it, Doctor Mary."
"That wasn't my fault. I couldn't refuse to attend Mr. Saffron. Dr.
Irechester himself said so."
He paid no heed to her protest. "In the thick of it--and enjoying it so
tremendously!"
Mary looked thoughtful.
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