Mr. Chuckerbutty continues after taking another bite of his refreshment. “And one Sunday morning after service Miss Pigot asked me to call. I went about four o’clock that afternoon and went upstairs. I looked into the drawing room…” He pauses as if deciding whether to continue.
“Go on, Mr. Chuckerbutty.”
“Well, Kali Babu was sitting on a mat on the floor wearing just his trousers and shirt. I was shocked, I can tell you, Mr. Hastie. And Miss Pigot was lying on the sofa.”
I can scarcely believe what I am hearing. “What did you think when you saw them?”
“I thought they might be committing adultery,” Mr. Chuckerbutty says as if it was a common occurrence.
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