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."Fire away," I said."Well," Dogger began, "you know that there are occasions when I have sometimes—that is, now and then, I have times when I—""Of course I do, Dogger," I said."Don't we all?""I don't know.I don't remember.You see, the thing of it is that, when I was—" His eyes rolled like those of a cow in the killing-pen."I think I might have done something to someone.And now they've gone and arrested the Colonel for it.""Are you referring to Horace Bonepenny?"There was a crash of glassware as Dogger dropped the beaker of tea on the floor.I scrambled for a cloth and for some stupid reason dabbed at his hands, which were quite dry."What do you know about Horace Bonepenny?" he demanded, clamping my wrist in a steely grip.If it hadn't been Dogger I should have been terrified."I know all about him," I said, gently prying his fingers loose."I looked him up at the library.I talked to Miss Mountjoy, and Father told me the whole story Sunday evening.""You saw Colonel de Luce Sunday evening? In Hinley?""Yes," I said."I bicycled over.I told you he was well.Don't you remember?""No," Dogger said, shaking his head."Sometimes I don't remember."Could this be possible? Could Dogger have encountered Horace Bonepenny somewhere inside the house, or in the garden, then grappled with him and brought about his death? Had it been an accident? Or was there more to it than that?"Tell me what happened," I said."Tell me as much as you can remember.""I was sleeping," Dogger said."I heard voices—loud voices.I got up and went along to the Colonel's study.There was someone standing in the hall.""That was me," I said."I was in the hall.""That was you," Dogger said."You were in the hall.""Yes.You told me to buzz off.""I did?" Dogger seemed shocked."Yes, you told me to go back to bed.""A man came out of the study," Dogger said suddenly."I ducked in beside the clock and he walked right past me.I could have reached out and touched him."It was clear he had jumped to a point in time after I had gone back to bed."But you didn't—touch him, I mean.""Not then, no.I followed him into the garden.He didn't see me.I kept to the wall behind the greenhouse.He was standing in the cucumbers.eating something.agitated.talking to himself.foulest language.didn't seem to notice he was off the path.And then there were the fireworks.""Fireworks?" I asked."You know, Catherine wheels, skyrockets, and all that.I thought there must be a fete in the village.It's June, you know.They often have a fete in June."There had been no fête; of that I was sure.I'd rather slog the entire length of the Amazon in perforated tennis shoes than miss a chance to pitch coconuts at the Aunt Sally and gorge myself on rock cakes and strawberries-and-cream.No, I was well up on the dates of the fêtes."And then what happened?" I asked.We would sort out the details later."I must have fallen asleep," Dogger said."When I woke up I was lying in the grass.It was wet.I got up and went in to bed.I didn't feel well.I must have had one of my bad turns.I don't remember.""And you think that, during your bad turn, you might have killed Horace Bonepenny?"Dogger nodded glumly.He touched the back of his head."Who else was there?” he asked.Who else was there? Where had I heard that before? Of course! Hadn't Inspector Hewitt used those very words about Father?"Bow your head, Dogger," I said."I'm sorry, Miss Flavia.If I killed someone I didn't mean to.""Bend down your head."Dogger slumped down in the chair and leaned forward.As I lifted his collar he winced.On his neck, below and behind his ear, was a filthy great purple bruise the size and shape of a shoe heel.He winced when I touched it.I let out a low whistle."Fireworks, my eye!" I said."Those were no fireworks, Dogger.You've been well and truly nobbled.And you've been walking around with this mouse on your neck for two days? It must hurt like anything.""It does, Miss Flavia, but I've had worse."I must have looked at him in disbelief."I had a look at my eyes in the mirror," he added."Pupils the same size.Bit of concussion—but not too bad.I'll soon be over it."I was about to ask him where he had picked up this bit of lore when he added quickly: “But that's just something I read somewhere.”I suddenly thought of a more important question."Dogger, how could you have killed someone if you were knocked unconscious?"He stood there, looking like a small boy hauled in for a caning.His mouth was opening and closing but nothing was coming out."You were attacked!" I said."Someone clubbed you with a shoe!""No, I think not, miss," he said sadly."You see, aside from Horace Bonepenny, I was alone in the garden."twentyI HAD SPENT THE PAST THREE QUARTERS OF AN HOUR trying to talk Dogger into letting me put an ice pack on the back of his neck, but he would not allow it.Rest, he assured me, was the only thing for it, and he had wandered off to his room.From my window, I could see Feely stretched out on a blanket on the south lawn trying to reflect sunshine onto both sides of her face with a couple of issues of the Picture Post
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