Chapter 9

“Or I,” and Barnett blandly extended his own hands—oddly enough, at the level of his nose! “But let’s get to work. Whereabouts is your new job?” “Near Marly. It’s the business of the murder of old Vaucherel. You’ve heard about it?” “Only vaguely.” Barnett’s attitude was one of acute detachment from anything so mundane as murder. “I’m not surprised. The newspapers aren’t giving it much space yet, though it’s infernally baffling....” “He was done in with a knife, wasn’t he?” After all, Barnett’s detachment was only a…