I said, “I think you’d better go down to Sydenham alone this time. I really don’t think I could face that suburb again tonight.” “Now then, none of that,” Beef returned, though quite good-humouredly. “You know very well I can’t go trapezing down there in buses. Besides, if things turn out as I think they will, I can promise you this will be the last time. What’s wrong with Sydenham, anyway?” “Oh, I daresay it’s all right,” I conceded, “but I’m tired of it, Beef, and I’m tired of this case. You seem to keep fidgeting about with little bits of evidence, and you don’t give me any idea where it’s leading.” “Still,” said Beef with irrepressible optimism, “you must admit that this is promising. That old chap might be the murderer himself,” he chuckled. “Don’t be silly,” I snapped. “You may be able to lead other people up all sorts of garden paths of suspicion, but don’t try it on me. You know very well you don’t think this old man had anything to do with it.”
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