Fosco? It looks just the place for a murder, doesn’t it?”
“My good Percival,” remonstrated the Count. “What is your solid English sense thinking of? The water is too shallow to hide the body, and there is sand everywhere to print off the murderer’s footsteps. It is, upon the whole, the very worst place for a murder that I ever set my eyes on.”
“Humbug!” said Sir Percival, cutting away fiercely at his stick. “You know what I mean. The dreary scenery,
Fosco? It looks just the place for a murder, doesn’t it?”
“My good Percival,” remonstrated the Count. “What is your solid English sense thinking of? The water is too shallow to hide the body, and there is sand everywhere to print off the murderer’s footsteps. It is, upon the whole, the very worst place for a murder that I ever set my eyes on.”
“Humbug!” said Sir Percival, cutting away fiercely at his stick. “You know what I mean. The dreary scenery,
