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mdp.39015063535556	Flynn Brian	The billiard-room mystery by Brian Flynn	1931		.txt	text/plain	46641	5376	90	Everybody, of course, was delighted, for Considine Manor had heard much of Anthony Bathurst hear Sir Charles Considine's voice rising authoritatively above the hum of excitement, "Gentlemen, "Well, he went to bed last night, did Mr. Prescott," said Baddeley. catches me nosing into things." Sir Charles pondered for a moment, and I fancied his reply came "Then, in light of your answer, you may be surprised to know that there was some pretty high playing at Considine Manor last night." "Try Sir Charles Considine," countered Anthony. "Well, Inspector," he said, a little diffidently perhaps, "now I come to think over things very care"Come in, Barker," said Sir Charles Considine "Prescott had no money anywhere, had he, Inspector?" asked Sir Charles. "Then why "—cried Anthony,—" when you entered the billiard room and saw Prescott's body on "We must tell Sir Charles, Inspector," said Anthony, as Roper departed with his charge.	./cache/mdp.39015063535556.pdf	./txt/mdp.39015063535556.txt