The Lady of Shalott

The Lady of Shalott
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the Night Watch
The Nut Gatherers
Well, it's very kind of you, Mr. Eastley, especially if you know something that you think could assist us in some way?"
"But I don't. Wish I did. Whole thing seems so ruddy peculiar, doesn't it? Coming along and meeting some fellow in that draughty old barn in the middle of winter. Wouldn't be my cup of tea."
"It is certainly very perplexing," Inspector Craddock agreed.
"Is it true that she was a foreigner? Word seems to have got round to that effect."
"Does that fact suggest anything to you?" the inspector looked at him sharply, but Bryan seemed amiably vacuous.
"No, it doesn't, as a matter of fact."
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"Maybe she was French," said Inspector Bacon, with dark suspicion.
Bryan was roused to slight animation. A look of interest came into his blue eyes, and he tugged at his big fair moustache.
"Really? Gay Paree?" He shook his head. "On the whole it seems to make it even more unlikely, doesn't it? Messing about in the barn, I mean. You haven't had any other sarcophagus murders, have you? One of these fellows with an urge - or a complex? Thinks he's Caligula or someone like that?"