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Nine,DR. ROBERTS,“Good morning, Superintendent ¹ Battle.”,Dr. Roberts rose from his chair and offered a large pink hand smelling of a mixture of goodsoap and faint carbolic.,“How are things going? ” he went on.,Superintendent Battle glanced round the comfortable consulting room before answering.,“There’s been nothing much in the papers, I’ve been glad to see.
”,“Sudden death of the well-known Mr. Shaitana at an evening party in his own home. It’s left atthat for the moment. We’ve had the autopsy—I brought a report of the findings along—thought itmight interest you—”,“That’s very kind of you—it would—h’m—h’m. Yes, very interesting. ”,He handed it back.,“And we’ve interviewed Mr. Shaitana’s solicitor ⁴. We know the terms of his will. Nothing ofinterest there. He has relatives in Syria, it seems. And then, of course, we’ve been through all hisprivate papers.
”,He decided to call the superintendent of the building.他决定给楼房管理员打电话。,His doctor is dieting him strictly.他的医生严格规定他的饮食 。