What had Muhlen said? "Throw it into the water! It's often the only way
of ridding oneself of a nuisance." Into the water. His own words. That
was where he, the nuisance, had gone. It was unpleasant, maybe, to
hurtle through eight hundred feet of air. But men who specialize in
making themselves objectionable after Muhlen's peculiar fashion deserve
all they can get. Sensible women do not put up with such nonsense, if
they can help it.
One owes something to one's self, N'EST-CE PAS?
Decidedly so.
Everything was as clear as daylight. And he found he had bothered
himself long enough about Muhlen; there were so many other interesting
things on earth. A contemptible little episode! He decided to relegate
it into the category of unimportant events. He was glad that the whole
affair had remained in the background, so to speak, of his Nepenthean
experiences. It seemed appropriate. Odd, all the same, that the most
respectable woman on the island should be a murderess.
"Dear me!" he mused. "How very queer.
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