Bradshaw stood looking about the little group. Jessop came in and, picking up the silver tray on which he had served the cocktails, prepared to collect the empty glasses. Outside the door, The Song of the Islands trailed off into silence.
"Shelah Fane has been murdered in the pavilion," said the boy in a low voice.
There was a sudden crash. Jessop had been guilty of his first error in forty years of service. He had dropped the silver tray.
"I beg pardon," he said to no one in particular.
(from The Black Camel, by Earl Derr Biggers)
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