It was still too dark for reading, but she could see well enough to note the number of the last page—fifty-six. One was in the Indian Civil Service and one in the rapidly developing motor business. Her family are solid West End people, Kensington people. She killed every month, twelve a year, and was for all intents and purposes a serial killer of middle aged men. His father and mother are gone now. But he did not find the sword of monsieur le major, for this sergeant would have recognised it and told me that I am arrested again. She spotted her opportunity.
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