“This is no longer a nice cosy case in which I can allow you to play around,” he said. “I’m convinced now that there’s very real danger here and not merely for lonely women going home at night. I’m not going into it all, but you’ve got to go.” Priggley protested. “Don’t start getting earnest, sir. It doesn’t suit you. There’s no more danger, as you call it, than in any other of your how-d’ye-do’s. Just because three women …” “No, Priggley, this is final. I may be wrong about this case. The man who killed those women may be miles away or dead, but I’m not going to take the responsibility. You must go back to Newminster.” “Not to Hollingbourne’s, sir? I really can’t take another round of teenagers’ parties.” “Away from here you’re no responsibility of mine, thank God.” “All right. All right. I’ll go like a lamb. But on one condition. You’ll let me in for the kill, as it were. The final exposition, which you seem to consider your forte.”
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