things to clear up before we get at the truth.”
“You mean things that don’t really matter, but that get in the way?”
“Yes, I think that expresses my meaning very well.”
“I think we’re all making a great fuss,” said Dennis, helping himself to marmalade. “It’s a jolly good thing old Protheroe is dead. Nobody liked him. Oh! I know the police have got to worry—it’s their job. But I rather hope myself they’ll never find out. I should hate to see Slack promoted, going about swelling with importance over his cleverness.”
I am human enough to feel that I agree over the matter of Slack’s promotion. A man who goes about systematically rubbing people up the