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I don't suppose you want to see me," said Bryan Eastley apologetically, coming into the room and hesitating by the door. "I don't exactly belong to the family –"
"Let me see, you are Mr. Bryan Eastley, the husband of Miss Edith Crackenthorpe, who died five years ago?"
"That's right."
"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."
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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."
"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.
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