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A PLEASANT DINNER PARTY
It is one of the best things about English public life that political differences do not interfere with private friendships.
The Argus
Rowland returned the phone’s handpiece to its cradle, and turned towards his friends’ expectant faces.
“Delaney doesn’t seem to know a great deal,” he said. “Murphy appears to have fallen from the belltower late on Boxing Day. Nobody knows what he was doing up there—his body wasn’t found for a couple of hours.”
“Did he jump?” Milton asked.
Rowland shrugged. “I gather that the police are being pressured to call it an accident.”
“But Delaney doesn’t think so?”
“Rather stretching the realms of coincidence, one would think,” Rowland replied, shaking his head. “Apparently the police are having a hard time getting any of the pr
