” “The inference is, then,” the detective said smoothly, “that this man obtained admission to your rooms by means of a false key, that he burnt some papers here and shot himself within a few moments of your return. It was Martin, she could hear his heart beat. He found his youngest daughter intrusive in his thoughts all through the morning, and still more so in the afternoon. ” Her hands fell to her side. Lucy? Come 177 on out. She dropped beside the chair, sat cross-legged, and laughed at the futile jade-coloured wall. ” “You have not seen the evening paper?” “No.
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