Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. “Then either this man shot himself or some one else shot him immediately before your arrival—or rather if it was not himself the person who did it was in the room, say two minutes, before you arrived. “My darling!” he said, clasping her resolutely in his arms, “my dearest!” “Mr. "Poor creature!" ejaculated Wood. He hung over her—he and his loan to her and his connection with her and that terrible evening—a vague, disconcerting possibility of annoyance and exposure. Of all the amazing coincidences. The investigators should have thought to check inside the garbage can. One don't often get sich a vindfal as the Markis——" "Or such a customer as Mr. ” He sighed.
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