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The doctor stood by the sarcophagus and looked down with frank curiosity, professionally unmoved by what he had named the “unpleasantness."
"Never seen her before. No patient of mine. I don't remember ever seeing her about in Brackhampton. She must have been quite good-looking once - hm - somebody had it in for her all right."
They went out again into the air. Doctor Quimper glanced up at the building.
"Found in the - what do they call it? - the Long Barn - in a sarcophagus! Fantastic! Who found her?"
"Miss Lucy Eyelesbarrow."
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"Oh, the latest lady help? What was she doing, poking about in sarcophagi?"
"That," said Inspector Bacon grimly, "is just what I am going to ask her. Now, about Mr. Crackenthorpe. Will you –?"
"I'll bring him along."
Mr. Crackenthorpe, muffled in scarves, came walking at a brisk pace, the doctor beside him.
"Disgraceful," he said. "Absolutely disgraceful! I brought back that sarcophagus from Florence in - let me see - it must have been in 1908 - or was it 1909?"
"Steady now," the doctor warned him. "This isn't going to be nice, you know."
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