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method| He pulled open the study door, crossed the hallway, and
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a short time we were surrounded by a large group of the
as one of the strangest figures in the hall. Her husband,
no attempt to examine the victim. Pulling out a bulging
own father. This is a very common case and a very natural
unlocked the door at the foot of the steps. He turned,
ever pretended to miss her and never mentioned her name;
proffered document; “and last night you had taken Mr.
but as one welcomes an esteemed acquaintance. Following
the ray of light from Max's lamp impinged upon the opening
a pale-faced, beautiful woman, enveloped in costly furs,
“Who's this?” snapped Dunbar, without removing his
the position of the hand or arm. The paper lies upon the