The Shooting Party

* I must direct the reader’s attention to yet another very important circumstance. For two or three hours all Mr Kamyshev does is pass from room to room, becomes exasperated (together with the doctors) at the servants, and liberally bestows clouts on the ear, etc. Would you recognize this person as an investigating magistrate? Evidently he’s in no hurry and is only trying to kill time somehow. Obviously he knew who the murderer was. What’s more, that needless search of Owlet’s room, the questioning of the gipsies (described a little further on) – more like mockery than cross-examination – could only have been carried out as a delaying tactic. A. C.