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You're Someone, youare," thought Father. "I wonderwhere they got hold of you and what they pay you. A packet, I bet, and you'd be worth it." He watched Henry bending in afatherly manner over an elderly lady. He wondered what Henry thought, if he thoughtanything, about Father. Father considered that he fitted into Bertram's Hotel reasonablywell. He might have been a prosperous gentleman farmer or he might have been a peer of therealm with a resemblance to a bookmaker. Father knew two peers who were very like that. "On the whole," he thought, he passed muster, buthe also thought it possible that he had not deceived Henry. "Yes,you're Someone you are," Fatherthought again.
　　Tea came and the muffins. Father bit deeply. Butterran down his chin. He wiped it off with a large handkerchief. He drank two cups of teawith plenty of sugar. Then he leaned forward and spoke to the lady sitting in the chairnext to him.
　　"Excuse me," he said, "but aren't you Miss Jane Marple?"