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"NOT A BAD KIND of sportsman that, in spite of his looks," said Fortworth, resettling in the great armchair in which he was accustomed to await Sing's pronouncement that dinner was waiting to be devoured.
"Plain-looking sort of party," observed Mr. Bunn, rather absently.
"We can't all be matinee idols," said Fortworth, shortly. 'Take yourself, for example―"
"Never mind about my matinee idolness, Squire,' responded Smiler good-humouredly. 'What's worrying me just at present is this murder in the spinney. I want to get some sort of sensible idea of the motive!'
"The motive man!" snapped Fortworth. "What d'ye mean, motive?"
"No murder was ever committed without a motive!" said Mr. Bunn.
"No— nor without a murderer, either!" responded Fortworth, annoyed at the subtle assumption of sup
